Inspirations Thoughts And Quotes

[Azaad]

To realize

The value of a sister

Ask someone

Who doesn't have one.

To realize

The value of ten years:

Ask a newly

Divorced couple.

To realize

The value of four years:

Ask a graduate.

To realize

The value of one year:

Ask a student who

Has failed a final exam.

To realize

The value of nine months:

Ask a mother who gave birth to a stillborn.

To realize

The value of one month:

Ask a mother

who has given birth to

A premature baby.

To realize

The value of one week:

Ask an editor of a weekly newspaper.

To realize

The value of one minute:

Ask a person

Who has missed the train, bus or plane.

To realize

The value of one-second:

Ask a person

Who has survived an accident.

Time waits for no one.

Treasure every moment you have.

You will treasure it even more when

you can share it with someone special.

To realize the value of a friend or family member:

LOSE ONE.

Remember...

hold on tight to the ones you Love

[D Kaur]

Several years ago, a gyanee from out-of-town accepted a call to attend a Gurdwara in canada.

Some weeks after he arrived, he had the opportunity to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change. As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, "You'd better give the quarter back. It would be wrong to keep it." Then he thought, "Oh, forget it, it's only a quarter. Who

would worry about this little amount?

Anyway, the bus company gets too much fare; they will never miss it.

Accept it as a gift from Vaheguru and keep quiet.

When his stop came, he paused momentarily at the door, then he handed the quarter to the driver and said, "Here, you gave me too much change."

The driver, with a smile, replied, "Aren't you the new Gyanee in town? I have been thinking a lot lately about going somewhere to worship. I just wanted to see what you would do if I gave you too much change. I' ll see you at gurdwara on Sunday."

When the Gyanee stepped off of the bus, he literally grabbed the nearest lamp post for support, and said, "Oh Vaheguru, I almost sold your Son for a quarter."

Our lives are the only Teachings some people will ever read. This is a really scary example of how much people watch us as Sikhs and will put us to the test! Always be on guard -- and remember -- You carry the name of Guru ji on your shoulders when you call yourself "sikh."

Watch your thoughts; they become words.

Watch your words; they become actions.

Watch your actions; they become habits.

Watch your habits; they become character.

Watch your character; it becomes your destiny.

[D Kaur]

Ooops Looks like we have all been fowarded the above email and it already has it's own topic!! Sorry!

"Your talent is God's gift to you.

What you do with it is your gift back to God. "

~ Leo Buscaglia

[B4ND4]

Photgraphs of the 1978 Shaheeds at the Darbar Sahib Museum have always been an inspiration for me.

[Akaali]

''Writer=Unknown''

When you feel unlovable, unworthy and unclean,

when you think that no one can heal you,

Remember, Friend,

God Can.

When you think that you are unforgivable

for your guilt and your shame

Remember, Friend,

God Can.

When you think that all is hidden

and no one can see within

Remember, Friend,

God Can.

And when you have reached the bottom

And you think that no one can hear

Remember my dear Friend

God Can.

And when you think that no one can love

The real person deep inside of you

Remember my dear Friend,

God Does.

[Azaad]

Taken From Sikh Digest--A True Story

"I was standing in Ardas with Sree Sahib in my hand to preform sevaa

for Degh when someone behind me began doing Simran swaas-swaas. The

breathing was really strained as if the person was in Bairaag. I

couldn't look back then but when i began serving Degh I was able to

indentify the mystery Naam-lover. It was the young boy, Indraj

Singh" A dear brother told me thus about this young Singh.

A child if you look at his age. A wise Bairaagee when you realize

his spirtuality. Such as the innocent Indraj Singh. Some people had

observed him crying in Bairaag during Keertan but non realized how

pure and love-lorn was his state. Guru Saahib took him into the

Sacchi Dargehh recently and he is no longer amidst us in the

physical form but his stories and lessons of practical living

continue to inspire us. There wasn't an iota of cleverness in him.

Whatever he was told by his parents about Gursikhi, he took it

literally and lived accordingly. The examples are amazing and have

opened my eyes to the hypocrisy in my own living.

"Guru Saahib says that if you come acorss a Sikh, you must greet the

Sikh with a humble Gur-Fateh", his mom told him once. Indraj Singh

took the lesson to heart. Ever since, he would get off his bike to

say "Vaheguroo jee ka khalsa, Vaheguroo jee kee fateh!" to every

passing Gursikh and "Sat Sri Akaal" to Punjabis.

"Beta, Sikhs are instructed to not entertain any lustful thoughts

and love and respect those of opposit sex as their own children,

siblings, or parents". How the Innocent Indraj Singh implemented

this in his life came to light the day some girls from his class

came to offer their condonlences at his passing away. "He called all

of us 'sister'. We feel like we have lost a true brother". How much

better all of our lives could be if everyone could follow in Veer

Indraj Singh's footsteps!

"I don't recall any time when we had to repeat ourselves to Indraj

Singh. He was very obedient, very quiet and dutiful," tell his

father, S. Jaswinder Singh. Someone once told him to wear a mala for

Simran. It just became another body part for him. Whatever may be

the situation he would find a way to keep the mala on his self.

Narration of his last moments by his Dad (S. Jaswinder Singh) and

Mom (S. Ravinderpal Kaur)

Dad: He had a minor heart defect since birth that needed surgical

correction. We kept postponing it in the hope that the defect would

heal on its own. However, after our trip to India earlier this year,

where we had traveled the length and breadth of the country to pay

obeisance at each historic Gurdwara, the doctors recommended that

surgery be preformed. On my hesitance, Indraj Singh commented,

"Daddy, I can handle it. Dont worry about it. Let's go through with

it." We relented and the date was set.

Mom: On the day of the surgery, I told him, "Beta, let me hold on to

your mala, I'll give it to you later. Just keep your focus on the

Shabad". Even while being wheeled into the operating room, he was

murmuring the Shabad.

Dad: Some time after the routine surgery, complications developed

and things turned for the worse as an infection seized him. Indraj

Singh's blood was clotting and the wounds were not healing. The

doctors administered a blood thining agent that created new

problems. A mysterious virus gripped his bruised and bleeding body.

Unable to diagnose the cause of the multiple serious complications,

the doctors placed Indraj Singh under a "Cold Blanket" (a procedure

where the body tempreture is dropped to around 30 degrees celsius)

to stall the spread of virus.

Mom: Throughout the ordeal whenever Indraj Singh was conscious he

never complained of any pain or discomfort. I asked him a few times

one day to really tell us if he was hurting but his reply as before

was in the negative. I then remarked, "Beta, too bauhut Bholla Hai".

"Singh Bholey hi haundey ney Mummi" Was his reply.

Dad: Gursikhs around the world were praying daily for him. One singh

in Toronto would do Five Sukhmani Sahibs for Indraj Singh. Gursikhs

in Vancouver preformed a Sehej Paath for him besides praying daily

at Amritvelaa. Many were the Choupayee Sahib Paaths done by even

young children. There were numerous others in Europe and India. Out

of the blue, one day, we got a call from a Granthi Singh of Sree

Darbaar Sahib, Amritsar. "Khakey da ki naam hai. Eis laiee Ardaas

Karni Hai". They preformed ardaas for him both at Darbar Sahib and

Akaal Takhat Sahib. Some kind soul must have prompted them.

Mom: We were getting desperate. It had been more than a month of

seeing our litle one in such a horrific state. Is Guru Saahib not

listening to our Ardas? Litle did i know that in His own mysterious

way He was paving the way for the emancipation of our son.

Dad: Indraj Singh had been asking me to let him Take Amrit at every

Ammrit Sanchaar that would come up since he was five. I stopped him

each time as i was apprehensive of violence in schools and someone

grabbing his Kirpaan to cause damage. I assured him that we would

take him to an Amrit Sanchaar the day he graduated from High School.

I guess we was not prepared to wait that long. When the doctors

first told us that his chances of survival were minimal, we became

anxious to fuffil his wish for Amrit. It was a difficult situation.

Indraj Singh was not in a shape to be taken out of the hospital and

we had never heard of Punj Piyaarey going to the hospital to an

Abhilakhi. I spoke with several Singhs but there didnt seem to be a

soultion. I then called my father in India. Although he rarely

speaks, that day my father patiently spent a long time with me on

the phone. He stressed that we must get the boy Amrit. I was almost

out of options when i came across a Singh who does sevaa with the

DamDami Taksaal. He informed us that they have written maryadaa that

allows for such exemptions. My heart lept with joy. Atleast. our son

will go as Gurmukh! Amrit was our administered as per the Singhs'

maryada.

Dad: I was particularily tired on the night of September 21st 2005

having spent almost the entire day by Indraj Singh's bedside.

Instead of heading home i just collapsed on the courtesy sofa beside

his bed and fell half asleep. Around 2:00am my brother-in-law woke

me up. The doctors had advised that Indraj Singh was in his last

hours and we should call whoever needed to see him. I immediately

sent for someone to fetch my wife. We did Simran for a few hours and

then did our complete nitnem. Indraj Singh was holding on. Then a

though struck me. Sukhmanee Sahib has 24 Ashtpadees. They account

for each breath we take in a day making them worthwhile. Let us do

Sukhmanee Sahib with Indraj Singh. None of us knew it by heart,

though. I called a Singh who worked at a nearby office. He showed up

about 3 mins later with a couple of Gutkey Saahib. We all did

Sukhmanee Sahib. Indraj Singh was most peaceful after the Paath.

Mom: I was very emotional at the time. We could hear Indraj Singh

doing simran but he was beyond the stage of coming back to us. I

pulled myself together for the Ardaas. Somehow, the Ardaseeyaa

prayed to Guru Saahib to give Indraj Singh a place in Sach Kaand.

This is usually not done for lthe living but it all came just

naturally. After the Ardaas, when we said Fateh, i distinctly heard

Indraj Singh reply back, "Vaheguroo jee ka khalsa, Vaheguroo jee kee

fateh". As we all let out jikaare, all monitoring systems shut down.

Our son had really left for his True Mother, Mata Sahib Kaur.

Dad: The passing away of our son was so spirtually uplifting that no

one cried much then. The following two weeks were like our home was

turned into heaven. Keertan day and night and Sehej Paath all day.

Finally on the day of the cremation, the scene of hundreds of

Gursikhs there to give Sachiyaa Aseesaa to Indraj Singh was one to

behold It felt like Gurbaani was imprinted all around us, floating,

swinging to melodious tunes .We are so lucky to have had the chance

to parent such a Gurmukh soul. May Satguru Ji forgive us for any

mistakes that we made in caring for him and may he forever seve

Satguru.

Vahegurooo.

Bhull chaak maauf Karnee.

Vahegurujikakhalsa Vahegurujikifateh

[JustME]

:cool: :lol: :D :D :D :D

aaaaaaaw me got no words for that story..............

[lostmind]

This ones one of my fav

The true soldier fights not because he hates what is in front of him, but because he loves what is behind him. :WW:

[JustME]

i love this pic man............never seen all of panj pyaarieh ALL SINGHNIAH man

This is true sikhi......................

[Akaali]

^^^

That's how guru saaheb's parkaash should be conducted at every gurduaaraa saheb.