KhalistaniGunMan

As soon as NATO leaves...all those links india has forged with the karzai regime will be useless..as the taliban will reclaim the country back within one year...in a recent report from the UN claimed this also...taliban will be back in power eventually...and with that the kashmir situation will flare up again as the taliban and islamic jihadists have promised after they defeat NATO and its allies in afghanistan...india controlled kashmir is its next target....the next decade is going to be very interesting

i dont believe in caste..and only provided their family background to make a point...that they were singhs from the ravidasiya community that popped him off...whereas dera ballan claimed so called higher caste had killed ramanand...stop picking at my comments and looking for a fight...

jews had to suffer about two thousands years of homeleessness, pogroms, massacres and genocide before they got their state...jews are very resourceful...over centuries of opression they evolved to become very resourceful ...their torah also instructs them to look after fellow jew as a commandment..so they are very loyal to their own..if a jew startes a buisness or moves into a high position in a company..he wil only hire fellow jews...which is why they always move up in society where ever they go..we are comletely the opposite..we never help our own..when we get a buisness..our fellow sikh opens up the same buisness in competition...

ofcourse it can be increased...you can have sikhi on your news feed..24/7 if you join sikhi related groups...going gupt is not the solution..

Kaurs with kesh; the long battle. My story: Like many women, I have PCOs, but unlike many women, I have the symptom of Hirsutism. I shan't get into the technicalities of things, but rather gloss over things- my life was full of self loathing right from the moment I realised I was different! As a child, I was quiet and subdued. I don't think there was a day at school that someone didn't make a horrible comment to me. I was that person in class that people knew they could pick on, and once you're established as that person, things just keep going and going. A few times I got beaten up by boys two years older than me, behind a wooden board near the school... the fights all started when they'd act disgusted about how "hairy" I was. People would sometimes stand around and watch, jeering and shouting things, but nobody helped. I'd try to pull myself together and go to class as though nothing had happened, although I always felt like I was trembling inside afterwards. To this day, none of my family know about that... Other times, people would spit in my face, and make comments to whoever was with me like, "I didn't think you'd stoop so low as to be friends with HER". They'd make noises of disgust when they had to sit next to me, and every day I received comments about how I'm a man, how I'm ugly, etc. The girls would be spiteful and say that I'd never get married, I'd always hear that so and so has called me a hairy ape, and such things. I think you get the idea, kids eh! At 19 years of age now, I think back and find it hard to understand how such a young kid could have such depressive feelings. But I really did. Some days I begged God with my hands folded that I could somehow wake up normal, and other days, I'd pray for Him to please take my life soon. I just didn't see a future for myself. After many hospital appointments and blood tests had concluded that there wasn't much I could do to get rid of the hair naturally, I took a shaver to my face and watched the kesh fall to the floor. I shaved my neck. And my arms. It was painful... but I looked different, and that's all that mattered. It didn't work very well though, as the hair would become visible just the next day; such is the nature of my kesh. So I tried hair removal creams, which scraped my skin off. I tried bleaching, which failed and people could still see it. I tried waxing, which sometimes made me bleed, gave me small spots and bruises under my skin. I plucked. I ended up doing a combination of these things as I moved to secondary school, and from then on I tried my hardest to hide the fact that I was removing kesh! I wanted to be seen as normal, and so nobody knew about the condition. I woke up every day at 5am before school to pluck, shave etc, and then plastered my face with make up. Finally, my GP suggested that I get laser treatment. I could get it on the NHS because of the severity of my condition, but only on my face and neck. I hated it! I had nightmares about it the night before almost every appointment haha. It was so painful and I cried every time, clenching my mum's hand as she'd tell me to breathe and stay still, not long to go and you're doing so well today. For some reason, I decided to take a picture of myself after one laser treatment. I just stumbled across it again. On the right is part of my burning, scabbed face after another lovely day in the surgery. It would take at least 3 weeks to return to my normal appearance, so during that time I hid from the world and made excuses to people as to why I couldn't come out. This went on for more than 4 years. The kesh always came back within about a month, even after those 4 years. The psychological affects of having hatred towards yourself are incredible. They manifested themselves in feelings of worthlessness, feelings of physical sickness when anyone would try to touch or hug me, and generally being distant no matter how hard I tried not to be. I may have looked the completely ordinary girl I'd wanted to, but I was truly miserable for all those years and nothing, nothing at all was sufficient in filling the gaping void inside me. I saw a freak in the mirror, and I suppose being bombarded with images of "normal" women every minute of the day didn't help! My mum would sometimes find me sitting miserably in my room; there wasn't much either of us could say, she knew I'd always felt like this, and for years every social interaction was an attempot to cover that up. She said that God had given me the chance to look normal and that I should be grateful, but I thought that was a cop out. I knew that God would clearly not have made me a certain way so that I could change myself. I was just too weak to be the person He wanted me to be, I knew that. Now, of course that inner void was to later be filled with the love of Vaheguru. People think that I changed instantanously and took everything in my stride as I did; to me, the transition felt arduously long and difficult, as I'm sure anyone who wishes to become a Gursikh understands. Long story short- as I found a way to read the English translations, I became engrossed in Gurbani, finding that it fit absolutely every part of my life and everything I'd experienced. I may not ever be able to find anybody who understands how I felt all those years, but certainly Vaheguru does. He'd been there all along, when nobody else had, although I neglected His attempts to reach out to me. What's more is that I found that to have kesh is a phenominal blessing in Sikhi, and suddenly my thought system was flipped upside down. (Satguru really can change anybody instantaneously). Even though I'd spent every day of my life removing hair and changing my appearance, and even though I neglected to accept or even consider His Will, He still took my hand and pulled me out of the pit of misery... I will never understand why, but I'll always be thankful. I spent a year or two in deep Sikhi related research and contemplation about life. rom rom mehi basehi muraar || and on each and every hair, the Lord abides. Reactions from others: So when I was 18 I'd had enough. I wanted to break myself from the horrible routine that I'd been fixed in since I was a child; I wanted to be free and happy with myself. I realised that the main reason I hadn't done so before was because of my vanity and subsequently massive ego. Sikhi taught me that what a bunch of complete strangers say or think doesn't matter, none of these people will accompany you in the end (and in fact their nasty comments are of benefit to you). You will have wasted your whole life for no good reason. I didn't plan to grow my hair when I did, but what one would think would have been a long decision, I decided rather quickly. I felt too disgusted to remove my hair and I thought it pointless when I knew that my goal was to grow it. I knew in my heart what I wanted to do, with kirpa I was given the strength to do it... Doctors: The reactions I received were largely negative; I was hauled into the doctors office more than once, where she proceeded to attempt to convince me to get treatment, questioning me about how I expected to get married and likening hair removal to an obese person losing weight- taking care of your appearance, she called it. She concluded that I had depression, because I'd apparently lost interest in my appearance. Friends: Upon seeing me, my friends swiftly departed from my company. I didn't find that to be much of a shock actually, I knew that to some extent those relationships were entirely shallow and meaningless. Of course, none of them actually knew I had kesh, because I didn't tell anyone, so upon seeing me everyone got quite a shock. A couple of friends treated me no differently, which was great. Family (cousins etc): Likewise, my family abruptly stopped talking to me and actually, none of them have spoken to me since. Again, not surprising. My Grandmother was shocked and would ask what I'd do when I got a beard. She'd question me about marriage and the usual. Public: I found it hard to adjust to the public's reaction, of course. It was weird, as my kesh grew more, the more people in the street would slow down to look or turn around in shock after passing me (thinking I couldn't see them!) But that's something I got used to and don't even notice now, with the help and advice of a strong Singhni. Dad: The worst reaction was my dad's. He furiously insisted that he'd not step foot in the house if I were to remain this way, and said he couldn't stand to look at me. What has she done to herself?! He'd shout at my mum, telling her to force me to remove it. Of course this led to a watferfall of tears and hurt, not because I was ever close to my dad, but to have such intense hatred coming from you from so many sources all at once was hard to deal with... it was quite isolating. Well, not for one second did I think of removing my hair. Despite everything, I'd discovered a type of happiness that I never knew of! I felt like I was me, the person I was supposed to have been all along. My friends said they'd noticed huge changes in me, that it was like I was totally different. I felt it as soon as I stopped removing; I felt free and liberated, there was no feeling like it. I didn't expect that. My dad wouldn't let it go; every time he saw me he 'd make horrible remarks and he wouldn't eat while I was in the room, saying he couldn't stand to look at me. I said nothing in return. To cut a long story short, when I felt steady in my rehat I began to tie a dastar. That tipped my dad over the edge with a number of violent outbursts, the police being called and him leaving home. He is still trying, but all of his attempts are wasted in vain... I know I'll never remove my hair again. Sikhi: A year ago I was somebody who made every effort to blend into the crowd, somebody who never quite felt adequate and lacked a heck of a lot of confidence. When people laughed, I was sure they were laughing at me! My confidence has obviously always been low. With Vaheguru's beant kirpa, I'm sitting here as an Amritdhari now, unaffected by any vicious remarks and I'm genuinely content with who I am. I feel blessed to have been given such a gift, and to have gone through such a journey which shaped me and ultimately led me to Sikhi. I never thought that I'd be blessed in such a short space of time, but it is undoubtedly true that when you take one step towards Maharaj, He DOES take a million towards you. I've found who I was meant to be, and I've never been happier! No exaggeration at all when I say that immediately after I left all my kesh to grow, I changed on the inside and that was reflected on the way I was acting. I can't describe how happy I was! Not once have I considered removing my hair, in fact the thought literally makes me queasy. The workings of the world and societal norms don't affect the Sikh because everything is just a temporary drama; notions of beauty are always changing and the world is caught up in useless, shallow things that hinder true happiness. The point: Sharing this with the world doesn't seem all that appealing! I wasn't even sure that I'd post this. But I do this only in the hopes that something said may have a positive influence on anyone reading. If not, then that sucks, but I have a feeling someone might stumble across this! To those who prefer to engage in slander behind closed doors, who make snyde passing comments or pull childish expressions through glass windows and other such barriers, even those who choose to keep a distance from me; I do not care. I have never been so indifferent to anything, in fact it makes me want to laugh. I smile because I know you can't hurt me. In an entirely genuine sense, I want to say that pursuits to affect me aren't working. You will always come across people who try to hurt your feelings, but mostly the people you meet will respect you and accept you as you are if you're happy with yourself. My mission in life is no longer to please complete strangers in this world or to fall neatly into the category of accepted physical ideals. Anyone can get to thise stage. For most of my life I had based my self worth around my appearance, and now it's totally irrelevant to me- what a huge change. The beautiful people are those who have God by their side, their faces are glowing- I've seen it myself and no glamorous, stereotypically beautiful face can compare to it. To me, there's nothing beautiful about being fake. Don't worry about what anyone has to say about you. None of these people will accompany you in the end, and you'll have wasted your life wondering why you worked so hard to win the approval of people who didn't care about you at all. When you do something like this, and so many people leave your side, you realise that your relationships are fake and everyone's love for you is entirely conditional. We can all get to a stage where you are unaffected by what anyone has to say to you, be it good or bad... one thing I've learnt is that if you're truly strong in your Sikhi and rehat, in terms of how much Gurbani you read etc, nothing will affect you! You shouldn't have any delusions that the path of Sikhi is easy, but it is undoubtedly rewarding. In terms of marriage, nothing is outside of Vaheguru's hukam and there's no reason to worry about that which is ultimately out of your hands. There's a feeling of liberation and freedom you're yet to discover, if you were anything like me. There's a feeling of happiness waiting for you when you finally accept that God made you perfectly, the way that He wanted to, and you should not change that beautiful design. romae rom rom romae mai guramukh raam dhhiaaeae raam || With each and every hair, with each and every hair, as Gurmukh, I meditate on the Lord. The battle is over!

dera ballan are sikhs?...are you having a joke?...i dont think you know who the dera ballan are...

just quckly changed it over to glory tv...when i saw that it was being filmed in punjab and many women in the congregation seem to be wearing kareh...also there were many keshdhari singhs in the crowd (full flowing dhari )...what the hell is going on in punjab?..is the situation that bad?...should singhs from the west go over to do parchaar..we seem to have a better grasp of sikhi than most punjabis do

for sitting above sri guru granth sahib ji and with his back facing guruji...when people were walking in..they would matha tek him and not maharaaj...he was warned many times...but didnt listen...and the funniest thing about it is..it was singhs from a chamar background who took him out...yet dera balaan still managed to blame so called higher caste sikhs...

you dont go away do you?

i fear sikhs will face the same problems the jews did for centuries...homeless and not forming a single majority in any region in the world...this leaves us vulnerable and weak...

whatever problems that we have with pakistan..i respect them for the fact that they dont bend over for the western nations like the republic of india seems to do so often

ravidassiya are friends and regardless of their differences i am willing to accept them...however dera ballan are dusht to the khalsa and to guruji...if anyone has had the privledge of speaking to these dusht like i have through the internet...you will know they are hell bent on taking guru granth sahib believeing ravidasiya out of the panth and forcing them tinto a new religion..any opposition from other ravidasiya is met with a firm hand..these dera ballan have basically hijacked the leadership of the ravidasiya community...if these people want to leave sikhi and confine themselves to bhagat ravidas bani like they are trying to do...then its their loss...they will loose any connection with guru granth sahib, with historical sikh literature, with sri dasam granth sahib ji and most importantly will be seperated from the khalsa and its amrit...i advise the sikhi believing ravidasiya to resist the actions of the dera balan

lol i finally figured out who you lot are referring to...i always found it strange for a bibi to have such a large dastaar...

facebook is fantastic for parchaar....the world is moveing forward very fast...we should be taking sikhi wherever we can be it on the internet or the outside world...for instance alot of the kharkoo minded gursikh youth befriend each other...they help pass literature and sikh news reports around very quickly....this kind of networking only benefits us...however if people are on facebook for friends or to make friends then that is pointless and a waste of time..if you are on there to do parchaar about sikhi to non sikhs and sikhs or do parchaar on political solutions to the sikh nations troubles...then facebook is great...i myself have witnessed alot of non religous sikhs become more religous via social networking sites...

no one on here is a dera follower..you kala afghani...you are clearly a chela of dhunda

that guy is just confused and hates his heritage and the faith of his parents...see on a few posts back where i mentioned the disadvantages of a extreme liberal society...self hating sikhs

we are a kshatri (warrior) kaum...we love shastar...we love jung...we love giving shaheediya...we laugh at death...a message to our enemies you will never defeat us...we will forever be in chardi kala..we are the children of sri guru gobind singh ji maharaaj....the more you kill us..the more we will grow...kill as many as you want..the khalsa will be triumphant!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=kfeuDanIjT0 http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=x7u2SM3UILA#!

ive said this before...SGPC should be destroyed..they are a obstacle for the panth

why is it most of the nindaks are hiding out in canada...

dont rely on anyone but the guru...i also got burnt by so called amritdharis...i learnt the hard way...but all people who are interested in coming into sikhi...make sure you do it for waheguru and yourself..dont do it for no one else..because deep down they dont care

he is a muslim...who unlike most pakistani muslims..seems to be talking alot of sense lol no offence intended

I have to agree with you..if waheguru was going to meddle in the affairs of humans..then their would be no need for waheguru to create dharam or even the khalsa...the righteouss are here on earth to advance, learn, adapt and defeat the adharmi (unrighteous) people with whatevver means possible...we as sikhs have failed to seperate the miri from the piri...a sikh has a spiritual responsibility and also a temporal one...its our duty to progress and improve our standing in the world through manipulating maya to our benefits...we should not try to stay seperate from maya..we should control its use and make it our slave...we should not alienate ourselves...i have to agree with auzer...i referd to this before with the akaali nihangs and their lack of advancement in millitary equipment and millitary tactics which resulted in their defeat in the early battles of anglo sikh wars...bravery is a huge advantage on the battlefield..but millitary/economic power prevails in yudh

this is a failure by the khalsa...to allow a dusht like this to pass away with out feeling the edge of a khalsa's sword...