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^ :wacko: You completely missed my point! Equating ghagra to women dancing or alcohol is clearly not a level comparison. Anyways, as I said before, I still stand by what I said. I do not wish to start a pointless debate on something so minuscule.

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^ wacko.gif You completely missed my point! Equating ghagra to women dancing or alcohol is clearly not a level comparison. Anyways, as I said before, I still stand by what I said. I do not wish to start a pointless debate on something so minuscule.

I don't believe you understood in the context the comprision was used. We have people that say I only drink a moderate amount once in a while, there is nothing harmful in this. I am not in the five theives neither am I harming the body physically so im doing nothing wrong. This is the gradual way which some defend there stand. When they drink that moderate amount of alcohol they are already in the five theives and it is harming the body, but they are unaware of it because the trick the mind plays on you. The same is being applied to the women dancing and wearing skirts. The maya is very strong, stronger than we can image, but if we just forget following what other's think and start following and acting as Guru Sahib directed then the five theives are not present.

I hope that clears things up.

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This guy is a internet warrior. He won't ever say what he said above in public because he knows a Singh will give him a response without using voilence and when he thinks of some stupid remark to make after that, then he'll get smacked up. Sant Jarnail Singh ji, you shouldn't even be saying his name. You don't want to start having nightmares of him coming after you, like your leader INdira Gandhi.

Here, take a read

These Are Not Symbols

by Harcharan Singhrkhanda.gif

The following is a lettter from a father to his son in response to the son's crisis of faith. The son wrote to his father that he did not feel that the five symbols had any significance or relavance in today's modern society and was considering abandoning them. In response the father wrote a letter to his son about the priceless value of the 5K's which is easily forgotten in the modern material world.

Dearest Jaskirat,

Sat Sri Akal. I must thank you for the deep confidence and the love you have for me. It has always been a joy to read through your letter as they manifest, the sensity of the seeker of truth. I am very happy that you had the courage and conviction to express so openly the things that seem to have been distressing your heart. I somehow felt all this brewing up in you, for the last two years, but had never allowed myself to face it directly, till you wrote the present letter. It is a pleasure to hear it all so plainly stated and I hope, I shall understand and clam your mental anguish.

When you leave the university and face the world it seems to me that what is crucial in life is not to succumb, not to bow your head to various pressures, but to know and feel them as they are, in a gentle spirit, with a great inward strength, so that these pressures will not create conflict in your life. You may question what is given to you or what many of your age assert is being forced on you - but this also means that you must question yourself. You must not merely question, what you call the significance, the need, the value of your own life. It is only with such an integrated total approach that you will understand not only the Kirpan, the Kara, the Kanga, the Kesh and the Kachha, but also appreciate the agonies, the joys, the pain, the pleasure, the vanities and hope of living.

In your letter, the one word which has overpowered you , the one emotion which drives you on, is significance. Over and over again, you want to know what is the significance of the 5 K's? The word certainly is not out of place in our materialistic and individualistic existence. In our efforts to be practical individuals, we want to imbibe only what is of utility and significance, the rest we want to discard. The search for significance in everything is a curse for the present century. It is a form of self-enclosure, self- killing and therefore it breeds the fear of living. The whole world, all your friends, your relations, everyone is struggling for significant and useful things. But what might be significant for you might not be so for your friends.

If you go to a man who has ill-health, he will undoubtedly say, what is significant is good health. If you go to a man who has not had enough wealth in all his life, he will say what is significant in life is money. If you go to a mother she will say the significant thing is to have a son. This is the reason to find an intricate web of explanations, for the significance 5 K's. Every one views it from his own angle of significance.

The first step in your questioning of the 5 K's should be to be free of this yoke of significance. It is this illusionary search for significance, which has made many young ones and their seniors, discard their Kesh, because they see no value in them. It is a pity that we want to reduce Sahib Guru Gobind Singhji, to our own mundane level of thinking and view all his actions in light of practical animal utility. If he was in search of merely objects of practical utility, he could have made a truce with Aurangzeb, when the latter made the offer. Shivaji did so at one stage, because his search was different, his life was different. If the rider of the dark blue steed, wanted the 5 K's to be reflections of practical use values, he could have very well added not only more weapons, but instead of a sword, he would have given us a gun, as guns did exist at that time. A gun would have been more efficient and better suited for self-defense and for war too. But he was not inspired out of a hunt for weapons of self-defense or practical value, as we would make it out, reflecting our own thinking backwards in history. The Guru Sahib was not a novice in the ways of arms, if he only wanted his Sikhs to be armed for war, through these 5 K's he would have rather equipped them the way he did Banda Bahadur at Nanader, when he gave him 5 arrows and a bow. The sword, anyway, in the battlefield would have been useless without a shield.

The Kanga, the Kesh, the Kara, the Kirpan and the Kachha were all delicate gifts of love and beauty to the Khalsa from his Master who desired nothing for himself, but everything for the Khalsa. These gifts were from a Guru who grabbed not the gifts of his disciples but instead totally surrendered everything for the cause and love of the Khalsa. A way of total love which was to be unique for the Khalsa; "Jau tau prem khelan ka chao sir dhar tali gali meri ao." (Guru Nanak Dev Ji) "If thou art zealous of playing the game of love, then enter upon my path with thy head on they palm," It was out of such love that these gifts were presented to the Khalsa and not out of any attempt to carve our soldiers. When there is total love there is action, there is sacrifice. Is it not so? The love of Guru for the Khalsa was not the result of mental vibrations, and there was in his life no gap between love and action, as there is between our thinking and action. It is only we who want to be one sided in our love and make claims of loving the Guru in our ideals, in our heart and consequently we reason out that we don't have to express our love for Him in action, in the Desh, but can there be love without total commitment and action? No the total love of Kalgidhar Guru Gobind Singh Ji for the Khalsa becomes apparent in the book titled Surbloh, where, he becomes one with the Khalsa and portrays the Khalsa as his highest love:

Khalsa is the breath of my body,

Khalsa is the very soul of my life,

Khalsa is my real pride and glory,

Khalsa is my own personal self,

Khalsa is my life's sustainer,

Khalsa is my body and breath,

Khalsa is my creed and karma,

Khalsa is my conscience keeper,

Khalsa is my perfect satguru,

Khalsa is my brave friend,

Khalsa gives me intellect and wisdom,

Khalsa is my object of meditation.

The mind that loves the Sikh ways of life is a religious mind because it is the movement of living, of action, of truth, of God and it is only such a mind that can know what is the beauty of gifts that Guru gave to us. The 5 ornaments that we wear are the gifts, from a Guru, whose two younger sons, seven and nine years old faced martyrdom in Sirhind in a manner which is unequaled in the long annals of human history. These two innocent children were walled alive because they refused to bow before the sword of hatred. The Guru's mother merged into the Supreme Being at Sirhind during persecution. The two elder sons of the Guru counted martyrdom fighting in action for us. Guru Sahib himself had been attacked with dagger by two cowardly Pathans at Nanded in Deccan, causing serious injury.

Could such a Benevolent Being whose whole family was destroyed for the total love of the Khalsa, be looking for practical utilities of an animal existence? He was not the person to endow us with gifts of mere practical value, but gifts of love, which knew no questioning, no bartering, no deals and no betraying. His was a total sacrifice and a total love in both thought and action, for the happiness of the Khalsa and these gifts had their pangs of birth in a sea of human blood. It was not out of any practical benefit that the evil genius of the Mughal government announced awards for the hair of Sikhs. It was because they knew that without these gifts, without these embodiments of the Guru's love, the Khalsa would disintegrate.

All the children of the Khalsa are to always wear a sword, in now way their own private possession or property. The Kirpan is a gift from Guru Gobind Singh Ji to the Khalsa. It is not to be judged and measured as a weapon of war or peace, it is a gift activated by the love of the Guru. Even a whole army of bodyguards of the best police state in the worlds cannot make it redundant. It shall always remain attached to me, the bodyguards cannot make it obsolescent. The sword is the love wherein the Guru resides. A Guru who in his love saw no difference between human beings and fused all of us in one creed of devotion, service and sacrifice, in an age when common men were hanged for even drawing water from the same well, as that of the higher castes. The lower castes were beaten to death if they as such touched the kitchen utensils of a Brahmin.

A Kalal - a wine distiller, once came for the Guru's darshan and stood at a distance, for the caste of the Kalal was considered low in the social hierarchy. When Guru Gobind Singh Ji, saw him he said, "Come in and sit with all of us in the tent." The man quivered, hesitated and said, "How can I, the lowest of the low, sit in the assembly of the gods? Guru Ji, I am a kalal whose mere sight pollutes." On hearing this, Guru Sahib instructed His musicians and bards, to welcome the man with music and songs and coming down from his couch to bless him. He said, "You are not a kalal, but a 'Guru ka-Lal', 'a Ruby of the Guru.' Who has such love for us? The sword which we have, is an ornament for all of us, the rich and the poor, you , me and the whole humanity. To wear a sword which was once a privilege of the few high born, under the dictates of the Mughal aristocracy, with the Guru's blessings became a gift which any one could carry, without fear of being prosecuted, because now it was in love from the Guru to the Khalsa "dan dio iniko bhalo avaranko dan na lagat niko." (Guru Gobind Singh). "To bestow gifts on them alone is worthy, to make gifts to others is not kind".

When his hands stroked our hair, washed them, combed them, dressed, knotted them and placed in them the invaluable Kanga, how can we, his sons and daughters, bear our hair to be cut? The Guru Sahib saturated our hair with Amrita. He left the imprint of his blessings and joy in our hair. Our hair are like the untouched pearl in the deep oceans not yet disfigured by the fortune hunters. You say it is inconvenient, frustrating, impractical to grow our hair long. But more frustrating is an existence of no inspiration, no effort. Our superficial hollow life is no way less discouraging. The day to day fragmentary living, the everyday struggle for food, the daily pain, suffering, distress, torments and headaches are in no way less discomforting. But inspite of all this do we cease to exist? No, on the contrary we strive all the more and struggle for pleasure, gratification, comforts and joy. If we can reconcile ourselves to such an empty living, can we not grow our hair long which is so inspiring, creative, fulfilling and above all a gift from our Guru, a gift whose rejection would be a rejection of our existence, the negation of the very purpose of our life.

In the West, the children love so much the gifts made to them on Christmas by the mythical Santa Claus, they hungrily search their stockings for the gifts placed in them by their parents and after receiving their gifts feel so elated and we so ungrateful, that we fight, throw away, kick at the gifts of our loving father, who kept nothing for the future of his House and gifted to us everything he possessed - physical, spiritual and material.

The elegant kachha we wear every day is the very same as the one worn by Guru Ji himself, by his disciples and by his lovers. Clad in it, we are one with him. The exotic wooden comb he tucked in our hair, also combed, danced and swung in his hair. The kanga, is the new born baby, playing in the lap of the loving mother, whom we so brutally want to strangle. It was these very same presents, for which tens and thousands of my brothers laid down their lives. Have you watched the tears in eyes of a sheep while she is being sheared? And many of us so happy without our hair. we for sure have traveled a long way from the animal.

The kara has to be received by us as a present from our Guru, which is not comparable to our wealth, our intelligence, our achievements. It comes to us as a manifestation of His love and benefaction. It is strange behavior indeed that we constantly argue about it. He put on our wrist the kara, from that day it was for ever ours, no one could separate it from a Sikh, and we still advance reasons for it. He loved me. He made me his own. He elevated me from the darkness of ignorance to light of spiritual consciousness. Can I not even make his gifts my own? We his children, have to wear these gifts, carved out of infinite love. One with these gifts, we blossom, separated from them we wither. The decay in the Khalsa is apparent.

Each one of us wears the hair and beard of Guru Gobind Singh Ji, exactly as he wore them. We are created in his majestic image. Jab lag rahe khalsa niara, tab lag tej dio mai sara, jab eh gahain bipran ki ritl, mai na karo in ki partit" (Guru Gobind Singh) "So long as the Khalsa retains identity, I will bestow to them full glory; but the moment they adopt Brahmanical ways, I will not protect them." Our significance is in Him, and not anywhere without Him and his gifts. In these gifts we are reminded of his Omniscence, Omnipotence and Omnipresence.

Jaskirat, do not make our presents into dead symbols, they are the gorgeous ornaments of the living. We are the "Wedded Women" of the God. They are the wedding gifts from our Bridegroom. He gave all of them to use and they are God-sent - imperishable, indispensable and indestructible, superstitious and fatalistic. But the waves of pure love always have their own logic, rationality and fatalism. I love the Guru's irrationality - if you want to call it so "sev kari inhiman bhavat, aur ki sev suhat na jiko." (Guru Gobind Singh) "To serve them pleaseth me, service of any other is not dear to me." I don't have the courage to reject such devotion.

Does a would-be-wife question the intrinsic value of the engagement ring, she is gifted by her husband? No, never, even if it is made of copper or a shell. Today, you want to discard these gifts, because gold has more value. Yes, iron was poor in worldly goods. A wealthy merchant, Hargopal once grudgingly brought for Guru Gobind Singh, two gold bracelets studded with precious jewels, not because he loved the Guru, but because he felt that in doing so, he would please his own father, who was a devotee of the Guru Sahib. One of these expensive bracelets accidentally fell into the Jamna river from the hands of Guru Ji. At this, Hargopal was very displeased and when his attempt to recover the bracelet proved futile, he asked Guruji to point at the exact place where he had dropped the bracelet, so that he could take it out. To indicate the place in the river, where the bracelet had fallen, Guru Gobind Singh Ji took out the other gold bracelet from his wrist and throwing it in the river he told Hargopal, "It is there."

You want to question the utility of the iron bangle of the Guru, but not of the gold bangle which is so much in vogue at Sikh engagement ceremonies today. You are ready to discard the Guru's bangle for the yellow metal. But do not forget your first marriage, out of whose womb you stand today, aspiring for these worldly gifts. The body can be made the basis of either animal inconsistency or a divine temple. The choice is yours, the solitude of separation is yours. These gifts are not to be stored in the darkness of the cellars; think deep into them, if you want to live in spiritual grandeur.

The head of a Sikh, the kesh of a Sikh, having been once offered and accepted, become forever of the Guru. It is an unceasing trust with Him. It is therefore imperative for a Sikh to carry his head high and not to bow it before a mortal barber. It shall only bend and bow before the Guru. Once a new musket was brought as a present for Guru Gobind Singh Ji. He said, to test the love of his disciples, that he wanted to try the aim of the musket on someones forehead. He looked around and asked if any of his Singhs would offer himself for the trial. Quick come up-scores of unflinching Sikhs, each pushing the other one away, regarding it as a boon to meet death at the Guru's hand, and we today so uninspired, sleeping beauties that except for empty words, have no deeds worthy of our name.

Everyday we recite in our prayer, "Nanak das sada Kurbani." "Nanak thy servant is ever a sacrifice to Thee." But what is that we sacrifice everyday? Guru Gobind Singh was the purest sacrifice. We may never reach his height, but some sacrifice we can do. But instead we sacrifice our 5 K's. Shocking is our spirit of sacrifice. If the Khalsa today is hollow, it is because we forget our tradition of sacrifices, it is because we forget the love of a sacrificer, it is because we regard his gifts as mere symbols. "Balhari gur apne diohadi sadvar." (Guru Nanak) "I am a sacrifice to my Guru Hundred times a day." Are we the worthy inheritors of this heritage? After drawing on his blood, now we want to stab him in the back!

Jaskirat, one kilometer, from the Lahore railway station stands a gurdwara, sacred to the Sikhs in the loving memory of Bhai Taru Singh Ji. It bears the name of Shahid Ganj, the Abode of Martyrs. Bhai Sahib was resident of village Poola where he had a small piece of land. The wheat and the maize that he produced and the humble mud hut he had, he happily shared with all the weary travelers who passed through the village and needed a shelter to sleep for the night. He belonged wholly to the Guru's hymns and early in the morning under the stars, while on the plough, with a white turban and a blue chola, a poor toiler of the earth, he recited the Japji. The Japji which has in it the inimitable cosmicness of life in nature. The villagers loved Taru Singh for his fellow feeling harmlessness and spiritual purity.

But being a Sikh, Taru Singh was not destined to live any longer, his life of love, free from the hatred of caste colour and religion. The authoritarian Mughal government of medieval India was not willing to appreciate the way of life of the Sikhs, which drew no dividing line between man and man, between Hindus and Muslims, between Brahims and Sardars "manas ki jat sab ik hi pahchanho". (Guru Gobind Singh) "All men are the same", it was a creed which cut at the very rood of Mughal establishment based on human distinctions. To extinguish this smithy of love, the government offered to its subjects numerous monetary awards for the heads of the Sikhs and they were declared outlaws. The greed for gold tempted Bhagat Nirangi to lodge a complaint against Bhai Taru Singh, with the Subedar (governor) of Lahore, stating that he gave shelter, to dacoits, the Sikhs, and the property of Muslim and Hindu subjects of His Gracious Majority, was unsafe. Such a complaint was unnecessary for the very living of a Sikh was a reason enough for the state armed forces, to go and imprison Bhai Taru Singh, who was bound in ropes and brought before the Subedar.

When the Subedar, saw this young man of 23, he was overwhelmed and shaken by his presence. He felt himself transposed to another world. There was a radiance around him which made the Nawab exclaim: "Khaunda! What a divine Noor (glory) on his face. I pray that he should be a Musalman!" Addressing Taru Singh, the Nawab said, "O, graceful Sikh, I feel sorry for you and I wish to give you a new lease of life." Taru Singh with tears in his eyes, responded: "Reward me with a new lease of life? Why stain me with such dishonour while my brothers and sisters are being martyred here before me, every day, every hour? The Subedar said, you presence is resplended with a heavenly light. Somehow my heart does not permit me to have you killed, but you must cut and present me your tress-knot."

Taru Singh replied, "The Sikh and his hair are one. I will be pleased to give you more than you ask me, my head with my tress-knot". These hair are the eternal gift of love, of immeasurable beauty to the Khalsa by our Guru, they cannot be separated from a Singh's head, without separating his head. The one who just looks at them can never understand them. It is like looking into a mirror, but you are not one with the mirror. The observer is only capable of experiencing, he is never mirror, the experience, the state itself. These hair are the fountain of joy, the spring of life for us.

The Subedar still confident of bribing him then said: "Taru Singh, you are too young. You have not yet experienced the beauty and joy of life. I will make arrangements for your marriage with a woman of your choice. You will be awarded with high mansob (office) in the Mughal army. You will be endowed with a hereditary jagir, I promise you all sorts of luxuries but you must part with your way of life and accept the Muslim religion."

A Guru ka Sikh can never be tamed and now his tears mingling with a smile of joy, Taru Singh replied, "Having been sent by Him they come (into the world) and recalled by Him they go back", said Guru Nanak. "It is the right and privilege of the brave to die", says He, "For a Sikh, life has beginning and no end - it is both death and life. Neither my life nor my hair are for bargaining in your court which views beauty, life and religion in weights of gold. The value and beauty of our hair cannot be measured in terms of luxuries and jagirs. Your thinking is materialistic and is therefore negligible, but an integrated living is always spiritual".

The Subedar could no longer bear this song of truth as he cried out, "Stop him, for he disturbs the law and order of our province. Kill him, for he disturbs the law and order of our province. Kill him at once, but cut his hair before." The Mughal soldiers caught hold of Bhai Sahib's head and chin, but the barber found it impossible to bring his hand near his head. With a stroke of his head he would push back his captors and make them whirl on the ground. A cobbler was then sent for, to try his skill with his tools and scrape off Taru Singh's hair, but his attempt too proved abortive. At last the help of a carpenter was asked for the foul deed with a stroke of his age, he cut off Bhai Taru Singh's head (1743 A.D.) but failed to cut his tress-knot.

Thakur Rabindranath Tagore, a great mystic poet of Bengal has beautifully sung of this episode:

Parathona Atit Dan - "More than asked For"

For a Sikh to cut his tress-knots

Amounts to discarding his dharma

The Pathans brought, bound hand and foot, the Sikh prisoners,

Shahid Ganj earth turned red with their blood The Nawab addressing Taru Singh,

said unto him:

'I wish to spare thy life'.

Taru Singh retorted: Spare my life!

Why thou dishonors me?

Said the Nawab: Thou art bravest of the brave?

'I don't wish to wreak my anger on thee,

Taru Singh replied: 'O Nawab they request with my heart I comply and liberally grant thee more than what thou begest of me:

'My head with my tress-knot',

Jaskirat, if Bhai Taru Singh had looked for practical utility, significance and relevance wouldn't he have exchanged his hair for a Jagir, for beautiful women and the power he was offered? But all these he regarded as worthless when he weighted them with his way of life. If the hair were mere symbols for him, would he have staked his life for them. The term symbols can never express the depth of these gifts. You will never find even a most dutiful policeman leaping to death, to uphold a short circuited burning traffic light signal, because it is a sheer symbol for the cars and lorries on the road, it is an external factor to his life. But our 5K's are much deeper and profound than symbols and this is the reason we find not only Bhai Taru Singh, but a whole galaxy of martyrs in our History - Bhai Mati Das, Dyal Chand, Bhai Mani Singh and Subeg Singh - all playing with their lives, which appears to us so irrational and fatalistic.

Son, you merely read about the 5 symbols in isolation, meditate on them as links with lives of your ancestors, it is only then that their meaning will be apparent to you. In themselves the 5K's might appear to be mere symbols, show windows but it is only when they are knit with our lives, woven in our existence, painted with our daily sorrow and joys that their value, justification and significance emerges. They are inseparable from our life and if you perceive of them as separate, it is not surprising that they appear to be frivolous, justified and a burden of the past. If you are wounded and in agony it is because you want to separate, from yourself, what is vital for existence.

Unfortunately, you visualized only a part in segregation from the whole. You are looking out of a small window set in the wall, from which the outside may appear to be attractive and convincing for sometimes, but it does not allow you to view the beauty of life. Without linking these ornaments of love, with your daily existence, you can never have perception of the whole, therefore you will always be sad and when the end comes, you will still be grouping in the darkness of your cell; you will have had nothing but hallucinations and a lot of empty words. But if you fall in love, now with these unique gifts, if you love your Kesh not, the Kirpan you wear, then son as you grow up, you will not remain in your dungeon with its dark windows, but will leave it and love the whole way of life. If you don't constantly have a passionate love for those presents of the Guru, then you are like a flower without fragrance, withered and lying in the dust, being crushed and kicked by every pedestrian. Only he can have love for God, who abandons his ego, forgets himself completely and thereby brings the state of creative consciousness. The "me" and "I" from its very birth is constantly building a barrier of knowledge around itself, around its actions and ultimately leads to isolation and despair. A life of the dead.

Knowledge is only a minor part of life, not the totality and when it thus assumes all consuming significance, as it is now then your life becomes artificial, an empty cut, from which man tries to escape, through superficial escapes with disastrous results. Knowledge is like a kerosene lame on a dark night, but it can illuminate only so long as it has fuel. Life is much vaster and deeper, it cannot be lived with the aid of an extinguishable lamp. Knowledge is essential to everyday existence, as money is to but your food, but it cannon grasp the reality of love, of God, of living. Love is not to be hooky in the net of intelligence; if you use knowledge to grasp love, it will die as one fish dies out of water. Knowledge must be left behind for love to be. Burdened with mechanical learning you will never understand what is beauty, what is measurable. The light of knowledge is a covering under which lies a realm of truth, which knowledge cannot penetrate. The worship of knowledge is a ritualistic pilgrimage, which can never dissolve the contradictions and miseries of life. Mere knowledge, however earnestly learnt and cleverly assembled, will never resolve the meaning of the 5 K's to assume that it will, is to invite frustration and misery. You may know all about the working of the earth and the functioning of the skies and still not be free from sorrow, envy and pain.

To know these gifts, to value truth, to be one with God, you must have claims, to beliefs, no speculations "Sochia soch na hovai je sochai lakhvar" (Guru Nanak) "Mortal cannot comprehend Him by thought." If you have gathered the knowledge of living, the knowledge itself becomes more important, not your living. If you want to understand these gifts, everything will come right. Live in them and there is understanding, "hukmai andarsabh ko bahr hnkam na koe. Nanak hukmi je bujhai ta haumai kahe na koe." (Guru Nanak) "Nothing at all outside His will, abiding O Nanak, he who is aware of the supermen will never in his selfhood utterest the boast: It is I". The Supreme Will was to live in the glory of these embellishments of our land so shall it be.

These gifts of ours are not symbols of a religion, or compulsory rites of a religion. The Sikh way of life is not to live on any set of rituals, formalism, talismans, penances, austerities, pilgrimages or symbols. The Sikhs were rebels against all this and more. The gurbani abounds, in hymns against ritualism and symbols. Guru Nanak Dev Ji said in on of his compositions "Yoga lies not in wearing patched garments, nor in carrying a staff, nor in smearing one's body with ashes, nor does it lie in wearing earrings, not in cutting one's hear, not in playing on a singi." (Suhi I). Could anyone have said something more against the irrelevance of symbols. How strongly he felt against empty symbols may be gauged from these lines, "With tikka (the sacred mark) on their foreheads and dhoti wrapped around their loins and legs, they look pious, but in fact they are the world's butchers carrying daggers in their hands." (Asa-da-//) The shallowness of ritualism and symbols was exposed thoroughly by Guru Gobind Singh Ji, the Akal Ustati:

Some worship but stocks and stones, while others suspend the lingum from their necks.

Some look for the God in the East, other in the West,

Some worship but idols, some are unwise enough to worship the dead;

All these are involved in a false show, and they find the Mystery, that is God.

After the victory of the battle of Bhangani, Guru Gobind Singh Ji blessed Pir Budhu Shah, with no treasures and no elephants, for his service, as was the custom of that time, but a Kirpan and comb with some broken hair of his. These gifts are still preserved as sacred relics in the former princely state of Nabha. This very jewelry, he presented to all of us, inspite of the fact that our lives were not wrought in the furnace of sacrifice - a jeweler which no craftsman, no intellectual, no jeweler is capable of imitating. These gifts of ours are the constellation of superconsiousness, the very essence of breath of God in us, of which our tress-knots are the spiritual crown of humanity.

Jaskirat, ask not from me the significance, the value, the power of our tress-knots, for I am incapable of describing it. In the meadows, dales and mountains of our tress-knots, the bliss of perennial joy flows, in the beautitude of our tress-knots, the flowers are fired. In our mystical tress-knots, the insipid mankind is inspired in the holiness of our pristine pure tress-knots, the sun chariot rides high in eternity; in the infinity of our tress-knots; the melting snow caps of the mountain peaks, wash away all sorrows; in our august tress-knots, the frenzied rain torrents pour; in the creativity of our transcendental tress-knots, his nakedness is robed anew in the effulgence of these gifts.

Live in the eternal joy of your tress-knots and you will know what it is, to be. Men collect the ashes of the departed soul and pray for him in the church and the temples and you want to discard, this living soul, this living temple! People build monuments for the dead, you want to uproot the living monument the Guru gave to you. If you want it to disintegrate you may, but you shall forever be buried under it.

The love shall still come your way because you are one of the descendants of the ancient lore, you will still flex your muscles when the song is of your forefathers, but you would have converted the garden of the living into the weeds of the dead. The gardener will shed his tears but no more will you grow. Soon, even his tears will dry as he tends new gardens. A time comes when no one knows, of the long ruined monument. It passes back into the womb of agony and is possessed by the serpents, jackals and chameleons.

Jaskirat our 5 K's are beyond the realm of rituals and symbols, they are the timeless ones. Can you and me enclose with our intellects what is not measurable? Can you and me enclose with out intellects what is not time? Can our constant hatred, anger, ugliness, lead us to the unknown? Do we have an instrument to gauge what has not beginning and no end? Can the truth of these gifts be trapped in the cage of logic? What we may capture by our mechanical knowledge and logic, is superficial, never the cosmicness of these presents. Many of us spiritedly respond to tranquilizers but living in love, needs no tranquilizers.

The beautiful, the loved can never be dissected and summed up. For these gifts, we can reach no conclusions, no morals and no judgments because they are not symbols, but pieces of art. What would the cuckoo's song mean to you, if you want to take down its notation and analyze them? What would your mother be for you if you want to know her by analysis? Only a biological skeleton for procreation. You have so much trapped yourself in a net of words, of speculations that the feeling itself, which is the only thing that is deep and vital in us in lost. The significance or the insignificance of these gifts is not important. The highest art in life is to be beautiful. And these gifts are the force that creates the beautiful, the artistic in us. It is one in a million, who has the beauty of these ornaments.

The kesh, the kachha, the kara, the kanga and the kirpan are the gifts, chiseled out for the Khalsa, by the divine artist. These are gifts, endowed to us forever by the Divine Bridegroom, on the day of our marriage to him, on Baisakhi, in 1699 at Anandpur Sahib (The City of Bliss). They are true embodiments of art and anyone looking at them, can have his bosom full of meanings, ecstasy, inspiration, love, joy and what more can we wish? In them we have the treasure, mines, in them is the beauty and we are so ignorant of it. We the cosmic brides will carry his gifts of love, in honour, purity and splendour glory and our love will blossom in all climates, in all times and in all continents.

May the blessing of Waheguru Ji be with you forever. Your loving father

Harchand Singh.

http://www.sikhs.org/nosymbol.htm

No offence I spent a good 2 hours reading this piece of text and its nothing more than emotional blackmail.

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This guy is a internet warrior. He won't ever say what he said above in public because he knows a Singh will give him a response without using voilence and when he thinks of some stupid remark to make after that, then he'll get smacked up. Sant Jarnail Singh ji, you shouldn't even be saying his name. You don't want to start having nightmares of him coming after you, like your leader INdira Gandhi.

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These Are Not Symbols

by Harcharan Singhrkhanda.gif

The following is a lettter from a father to his son in response to the son's crisis of faith. The son wrote to his father that he did not feel that the five symbols had any significance or relavance in today's modern society and was considering abandoning them. In response the father wrote a letter to his son about the priceless value of the 5K's which is easily forgotten in the modern material world.

Dearest Jaskirat,

Sat Sri Akal. I must thank you for the deep confidence and the love you have for me. It has always been a joy to read through your letter as they manifest, the sensity of the seeker of truth. I am very happy that you had the courage and conviction to express so openly the things that seem to have been distressing your heart. I somehow felt all this brewing up in you, for the last two years, but had never allowed myself to face it directly, till you wrote the present letter. It is a pleasure to hear it all so plainly stated and I hope, I shall understand and clam your mental anguish.

When you leave the university and face the world it seems to me that what is crucial in life is not to succumb, not to bow your head to various pressures, but to know and feel them as they are, in a gentle spirit, with a great inward strength, so that these pressures will not create conflict in your life. You may question what is given to you or what many of your age assert is being forced on you - but this also means that you must question yourself. You must not merely question, what you call the significance, the need, the value of your own life. It is only with such an integrated total approach that you will understand not only the Kirpan, the Kara, the Kanga, the Kesh and the Kachha, but also appreciate the agonies, the joys, the pain, the pleasure, the vanities and hope of living.

In your letter, the one word which has overpowered you , the one emotion which drives you on, is significance. Over and over again, you want to know what is the significance of the 5 K's? The word certainly is not out of place in our materialistic and individualistic existence. In our efforts to be practical individuals, we want to imbibe only what is of utility and significance, the rest we want to discard. The search for significance in everything is a curse for the present century. It is a form of self-enclosure, self- killing and therefore it breeds the fear of living. The whole world, all your friends, your relations, everyone is struggling for significant and useful things. But what might be significant for you might not be so for your friends.

If you go to a man who has ill-health, he will undoubtedly say, what is significant is good health. If you go to a man who has not had enough wealth in all his life, he will say what is significant in life is money. If you go to a mother she will say the significant thing is to have a son. This is the reason to find an intricate web of explanations, for the significance 5 K's. Every one views it from his own angle of significance.

The first step in your questioning of the 5 K's should be to be free of this yoke of significance. It is this illusionary search for significance, which has made many young ones and their seniors, discard their Kesh, because they see no value in them. It is a pity that we want to reduce Sahib Guru Gobind Singhji, to our own mundane level of thinking and view all his actions in light of practical animal utility. If he was in search of merely objects of practical utility, he could have made a truce with Aurangzeb, when the latter made the offer. Shivaji did so at one stage, because his search was different, his life was different. If the rider of the dark blue steed, wanted the 5 K's to be reflections of practical use values, he could have very well added not only more weapons, but instead of a sword, he would have given us a gun, as guns did exist at that time. A gun would have been more efficient and better suited for self-defense and for war too. But he was not inspired out of a hunt for weapons of self-defense or practical value, as we would make it out, reflecting our own thinking backwards in history. The Guru Sahib was not a novice in the ways of arms, if he only wanted his Sikhs to be armed for war, through these 5 K's he would have rather equipped them the way he did Banda Bahadur at Nanader, when he gave him 5 arrows and a bow. The sword, anyway, in the battlefield would have been useless without a shield.

The Kanga, the Kesh, the Kara, the Kirpan and the Kachha were all delicate gifts of love and beauty to the Khalsa from his Master who desired nothing for himself, but everything for the Khalsa. These gifts were from a Guru who grabbed not the gifts of his disciples but instead totally surrendered everything for the cause and love of the Khalsa. A way of total love which was to be unique for the Khalsa; "Jau tau prem khelan ka chao sir dhar tali gali meri ao." (Guru Nanak Dev Ji) "If thou art zealous of playing the game of love, then enter upon my path with thy head on they palm," It was out of such love that these gifts were presented to the Khalsa and not out of any attempt to carve our soldiers. When there is total love there is action, there is sacrifice. Is it not so? The love of Guru for the Khalsa was not the result of mental vibrations, and there was in his life no gap between love and action, as there is between our thinking and action. It is only we who want to be one sided in our love and make claims of loving the Guru in our ideals, in our heart and consequently we reason out that we don't have to express our love for Him in action, in the Desh, but can there be love without total commitment and action? No the total love of Kalgidhar Guru Gobind Singh Ji for the Khalsa becomes apparent in the book titled Surbloh, where, he becomes one with the Khalsa and portrays the Khalsa as his highest love:

Khalsa is the breath of my body,

Khalsa is the very soul of my life,

Khalsa is my real pride and glory,

Khalsa is my own personal self,

Khalsa is my life's sustainer,

Khalsa is my body and breath,

Khalsa is my creed and karma,

Khalsa is my conscience keeper,

Khalsa is my perfect satguru,

Khalsa is my brave friend,

Khalsa gives me intellect and wisdom,

Khalsa is my object of meditation.

The mind that loves the Sikh ways of life is a religious mind because it is the movement of living, of action, of truth, of God and it is only such a mind that can know what is the beauty of gifts that Guru gave to us. The 5 ornaments that we wear are the gifts, from a Guru, whose two younger sons, seven and nine years old faced martyrdom in Sirhind in a manner which is unequaled in the long annals of human history. These two innocent children were walled alive because they refused to bow before the sword of hatred. The Guru's mother merged into the Supreme Being at Sirhind during persecution. The two elder sons of the Guru counted martyrdom fighting in action for us. Guru Sahib himself had been attacked with dagger by two cowardly Pathans at Nanded in Deccan, causing serious injury.

Could such a Benevolent Being whose whole family was destroyed for the total love of the Khalsa, be looking for practical utilities of an animal existence? He was not the person to endow us with gifts of mere practical value, but gifts of love, which knew no questioning, no bartering, no deals and no betraying. His was a total sacrifice and a total love in both thought and action, for the happiness of the Khalsa and these gifts had their pangs of birth in a sea of human blood. It was not out of any practical benefit that the evil genius of the Mughal government announced awards for the hair of Sikhs. It was because they knew that without these gifts, without these embodiments of the Guru's love, the Khalsa would disintegrate.

All the children of the Khalsa are to always wear a sword, in now way their own private possession or property. The Kirpan is a gift from Guru Gobind Singh Ji to the Khalsa. It is not to be judged and measured as a weapon of war or peace, it is a gift activated by the love of the Guru. Even a whole army of bodyguards of the best police state in the worlds cannot make it redundant. It shall always remain attached to me, the bodyguards cannot make it obsolescent. The sword is the love wherein the Guru resides. A Guru who in his love saw no difference between human beings and fused all of us in one creed of devotion, service and sacrifice, in an age when common men were hanged for even drawing water from the same well, as that of the higher castes. The lower castes were beaten to death if they as such touched the kitchen utensils of a Brahmin.

A Kalal - a wine distiller, once came for the Guru's darshan and stood at a distance, for the caste of the Kalal was considered low in the social hierarchy. When Guru Gobind Singh Ji, saw him he said, "Come in and sit with all of us in the tent." The man quivered, hesitated and said, "How can I, the lowest of the low, sit in the assembly of the gods? Guru Ji, I am a kalal whose mere sight pollutes." On hearing this, Guru Sahib instructed His musicians and bards, to welcome the man with music and songs and coming down from his couch to bless him. He said, "You are not a kalal, but a 'Guru ka-Lal', 'a Ruby of the Guru.' Who has such love for us? The sword which we have, is an ornament for all of us, the rich and the poor, you , me and the whole humanity. To wear a sword which was once a privilege of the few high born, under the dictates of the Mughal aristocracy, with the Guru's blessings became a gift which any one could carry, without fear of being prosecuted, because now it was in love from the Guru to the Khalsa "dan dio iniko bhalo avaranko dan na lagat niko." (Guru Gobind Singh). "To bestow gifts on them alone is worthy, to make gifts to others is not kind".

When his hands stroked our hair, washed them, combed them, dressed, knotted them and placed in them the invaluable Kanga, how can we, his sons and daughters, bear our hair to be cut? The Guru Sahib saturated our hair with Amrita. He left the imprint of his blessings and joy in our hair. Our hair are like the untouched pearl in the deep oceans not yet disfigured by the fortune hunters. You say it is inconvenient, frustrating, impractical to grow our hair long. But more frustrating is an existence of no inspiration, no effort. Our superficial hollow life is no way less discouraging. The day to day fragmentary living, the everyday struggle for food, the daily pain, suffering, distress, torments and headaches are in no way less discomforting. But inspite of all this do we cease to exist? No, on the contrary we strive all the more and struggle for pleasure, gratification, comforts and joy. If we can reconcile ourselves to such an empty living, can we not grow our hair long which is so inspiring, creative, fulfilling and above all a gift from our Guru, a gift whose rejection would be a rejection of our existence, the negation of the very purpose of our life.

In the West, the children love so much the gifts made to them on Christmas by the mythical Santa Claus, they hungrily search their stockings for the gifts placed in them by their parents and after receiving their gifts feel so elated and we so ungrateful, that we fight, throw away, kick at the gifts of our loving father, who kept nothing for the future of his House and gifted to us everything he possessed - physical, spiritual and material.

The elegant kachha we wear every day is the very same as the one worn by Guru Ji himself, by his disciples and by his lovers. Clad in it, we are one with him. The exotic wooden comb he tucked in our hair, also combed, danced and swung in his hair. The kanga, is the new born baby, playing in the lap of the loving mother, whom we so brutally want to strangle. It was these very same presents, for which tens and thousands of my brothers laid down their lives. Have you watched the tears in eyes of a sheep while she is being sheared? And many of us so happy without our hair. we for sure have traveled a long way from the animal.

The kara has to be received by us as a present from our Guru, which is not comparable to our wealth, our intelligence, our achievements. It comes to us as a manifestation of His love and benefaction. It is strange behavior indeed that we constantly argue about it. He put on our wrist the kara, from that day it was for ever ours, no one could separate it from a Sikh, and we still advance reasons for it. He loved me. He made me his own. He elevated me from the darkness of ignorance to light of spiritual consciousness. Can I not even make his gifts my own? We his children, have to wear these gifts, carved out of infinite love. One with these gifts, we blossom, separated from them we wither. The decay in the Khalsa is apparent.

Each one of us wears the hair and beard of Guru Gobind Singh Ji, exactly as he wore them. We are created in his majestic image. Jab lag rahe khalsa niara, tab lag tej dio mai sara, jab eh gahain bipran ki ritl, mai na karo in ki partit" (Guru Gobind Singh) "So long as the Khalsa retains identity, I will bestow to them full glory; but the moment they adopt Brahmanical ways, I will not protect them." Our significance is in Him, and not anywhere without Him and his gifts. In these gifts we are reminded of his Omniscence, Omnipotence and Omnipresence.

Jaskirat, do not make our presents into dead symbols, they are the gorgeous ornaments of the living. We are the "Wedded Women" of the God. They are the wedding gifts from our Bridegroom. He gave all of them to use and they are God-sent - imperishable, indispensable and indestructible, superstitious and fatalistic. But the waves of pure love always have their own logic, rationality and fatalism. I love the Guru's irrationality - if you want to call it so "sev kari inhiman bhavat, aur ki sev suhat na jiko." (Guru Gobind Singh) "To serve them pleaseth me, service of any other is not dear to me." I don't have the courage to reject such devotion.

Does a would-be-wife question the intrinsic value of the engagement ring, she is gifted by her husband? No, never, even if it is made of copper or a shell. Today, you want to discard these gifts, because gold has more value. Yes, iron was poor in worldly goods. A wealthy merchant, Hargopal once grudgingly brought for Guru Gobind Singh, two gold bracelets studded with precious jewels, not because he loved the Guru, but because he felt that in doing so, he would please his own father, who was a devotee of the Guru Sahib. One of these expensive bracelets accidentally fell into the Jamna river from the hands of Guru Ji. At this, Hargopal was very displeased and when his attempt to recover the bracelet proved futile, he asked Guruji to point at the exact place where he had dropped the bracelet, so that he could take it out. To indicate the place in the river, where the bracelet had fallen, Guru Gobind Singh Ji took out the other gold bracelet from his wrist and throwing it in the river he told Hargopal, "It is there."

You want to question the utility of the iron bangle of the Guru, but not of the gold bangle which is so much in vogue at Sikh engagement ceremonies today. You are ready to discard the Guru's bangle for the yellow metal. But do not forget your first marriage, out of whose womb you stand today, aspiring for these worldly gifts. The body can be made the basis of either animal inconsistency or a divine temple. The choice is yours, the solitude of separation is yours. These gifts are not to be stored in the darkness of the cellars; think deep into them, if you want to live in spiritual grandeur.

The head of a Sikh, the kesh of a Sikh, having been once offered and accepted, become forever of the Guru. It is an unceasing trust with Him. It is therefore imperative for a Sikh to carry his head high and not to bow it before a mortal barber. It shall only bend and bow before the Guru. Once a new musket was brought as a present for Guru Gobind Singh Ji. He said, to test the love of his disciples, that he wanted to try the aim of the musket on someones forehead. He looked around and asked if any of his Singhs would offer himself for the trial. Quick come up-scores of unflinching Sikhs, each pushing the other one away, regarding it as a boon to meet death at the Guru's hand, and we today so uninspired, sleeping beauties that except for empty words, have no deeds worthy of our name.

Everyday we recite in our prayer, "Nanak das sada Kurbani." "Nanak thy servant is ever a sacrifice to Thee." But what is that we sacrifice everyday? Guru Gobind Singh was the purest sacrifice. We may never reach his height, but some sacrifice we can do. But instead we sacrifice our 5 K's. Shocking is our spirit of sacrifice. If the Khalsa today is hollow, it is because we forget our tradition of sacrifices, it is because we forget the love of a sacrificer, it is because we regard his gifts as mere symbols. "Balhari gur apne diohadi sadvar." (Guru Nanak) "I am a sacrifice to my Guru Hundred times a day." Are we the worthy inheritors of this heritage? After drawing on his blood, now we want to stab him in the back!

Jaskirat, one kilometer, from the Lahore railway station stands a gurdwara, sacred to the Sikhs in the loving memory of Bhai Taru Singh Ji. It bears the name of Shahid Ganj, the Abode of Martyrs. Bhai Sahib was resident of village Poola where he had a small piece of land. The wheat and the maize that he produced and the humble mud hut he had, he happily shared with all the weary travelers who passed through the village and needed a shelter to sleep for the night. He belonged wholly to the Guru's hymns and early in the morning under the stars, while on the plough, with a white turban and a blue chola, a poor toiler of the earth, he recited the Japji. The Japji which has in it the inimitable cosmicness of life in nature. The villagers loved Taru Singh for his fellow feeling harmlessness and spiritual purity.

But being a Sikh, Taru Singh was not destined to live any longer, his life of love, free from the hatred of caste colour and religion. The authoritarian Mughal government of medieval India was not willing to appreciate the way of life of the Sikhs, which drew no dividing line between man and man, between Hindus and Muslims, between Brahims and Sardars "manas ki jat sab ik hi pahchanho". (Guru Gobind Singh) "All men are the same", it was a creed which cut at the very rood of Mughal establishment based on human distinctions. To extinguish this smithy of love, the government offered to its subjects numerous monetary awards for the heads of the Sikhs and they were declared outlaws. The greed for gold tempted Bhagat Nirangi to lodge a complaint against Bhai Taru Singh, with the Subedar (governor) of Lahore, stating that he gave shelter, to dacoits, the Sikhs, and the property of Muslim and Hindu subjects of His Gracious Majority, was unsafe. Such a complaint was unnecessary for the very living of a Sikh was a reason enough for the state armed forces, to go and imprison Bhai Taru Singh, who was bound in ropes and brought before the Subedar.

When the Subedar, saw this young man of 23, he was overwhelmed and shaken by his presence. He felt himself transposed to another world. There was a radiance around him which made the Nawab exclaim: "Khaunda! What a divine Noor (glory) on his face. I pray that he should be a Musalman!" Addressing Taru Singh, the Nawab said, "O, graceful Sikh, I feel sorry for you and I wish to give you a new lease of life." Taru Singh with tears in his eyes, responded: "Reward me with a new lease of life? Why stain me with such dishonour while my brothers and sisters are being martyred here before me, every day, every hour? The Subedar said, you presence is resplended with a heavenly light. Somehow my heart does not permit me to have you killed, but you must cut and present me your tress-knot."

Taru Singh replied, "The Sikh and his hair are one. I will be pleased to give you more than you ask me, my head with my tress-knot". These hair are the eternal gift of love, of immeasurable beauty to the Khalsa by our Guru, they cannot be separated from a Singh's head, without separating his head. The one who just looks at them can never understand them. It is like looking into a mirror, but you are not one with the mirror. The observer is only capable of experiencing, he is never mirror, the experience, the state itself. These hair are the fountain of joy, the spring of life for us.

The Subedar still confident of bribing him then said: "Taru Singh, you are too young. You have not yet experienced the beauty and joy of life. I will make arrangements for your marriage with a woman of your choice. You will be awarded with high mansob (office) in the Mughal army. You will be endowed with a hereditary jagir, I promise you all sorts of luxuries but you must part with your way of life and accept the Muslim religion."

A Guru ka Sikh can never be tamed and now his tears mingling with a smile of joy, Taru Singh replied, "Having been sent by Him they come (into the world) and recalled by Him they go back", said Guru Nanak. "It is the right and privilege of the brave to die", says He, "For a Sikh, life has beginning and no end - it is both death and life. Neither my life nor my hair are for bargaining in your court which views beauty, life and religion in weights of gold. The value and beauty of our hair cannot be measured in terms of luxuries and jagirs. Your thinking is materialistic and is therefore negligible, but an integrated living is always spiritual".

The Subedar could no longer bear this song of truth as he cried out, "Stop him, for he disturbs the law and order of our province. Kill him, for he disturbs the law and order of our province. Kill him at once, but cut his hair before." The Mughal soldiers caught hold of Bhai Sahib's head and chin, but the barber found it impossible to bring his hand near his head. With a stroke of his head he would push back his captors and make them whirl on the ground. A cobbler was then sent for, to try his skill with his tools and scrape off Taru Singh's hair, but his attempt too proved abortive. At last the help of a carpenter was asked for the foul deed with a stroke of his age, he cut off Bhai Taru Singh's head (1743 A.D.) but failed to cut his tress-knot.

Thakur Rabindranath Tagore, a great mystic poet of Bengal has beautifully sung of this episode:

Parathona Atit Dan - "More than asked For"

For a Sikh to cut his tress-knots

Amounts to discarding his dharma

The Pathans brought, bound hand and foot, the Sikh prisoners,

Shahid Ganj earth turned red with their blood The Nawab addressing Taru Singh,

said unto him:

'I wish to spare thy life'.

Taru Singh retorted: Spare my life!

Why thou dishonors me?

Said the Nawab: Thou art bravest of the brave?

'I don't wish to wreak my anger on thee,

Taru Singh replied: 'O Nawab they request with my heart I comply and liberally grant thee more than what thou begest of me:

'My head with my tress-knot',

Jaskirat, if Bhai Taru Singh had looked for practical utility, significance and relevance wouldn't he have exchanged his hair for a Jagir, for beautiful women and the power he was offered? But all these he regarded as worthless when he weighted them with his way of life. If the hair were mere symbols for him, would he have staked his life for them. The term symbols can never express the depth of these gifts. You will never find even a most dutiful policeman leaping to death, to uphold a short circuited burning traffic light signal, because it is a sheer symbol for the cars and lorries on the road, it is an external factor to his life. But our 5K's are much deeper and profound than symbols and this is the reason we find not only Bhai Taru Singh, but a whole galaxy of martyrs in our History - Bhai Mati Das, Dyal Chand, Bhai Mani Singh and Subeg Singh - all playing with their lives, which appears to us so irrational and fatalistic.

Son, you merely read about the 5 symbols in isolation, meditate on them as links with lives of your ancestors, it is only then that their meaning will be apparent to you. In themselves the 5K's might appear to be mere symbols, show windows but it is only when they are knit with our lives, woven in our existence, painted with our daily sorrow and joys that their value, justification and significance emerges. They are inseparable from our life and if you perceive of them as separate, it is not surprising that they appear to be frivolous, justified and a burden of the past. If you are wounded and in agony it is because you want to separate, from yourself, what is vital for existence.

Unfortunately, you visualized only a part in segregation from the whole. You are looking out of a small window set in the wall, from which the outside may appear to be attractive and convincing for sometimes, but it does not allow you to view the beauty of life. Without linking these ornaments of love, with your daily existence, you can never have perception of the whole, therefore you will always be sad and when the end comes, you will still be grouping in the darkness of your cell; you will have had nothing but hallucinations and a lot of empty words. But if you fall in love, now with these unique gifts, if you love your Kesh not, the Kirpan you wear, then son as you grow up, you will not remain in your dungeon with its dark windows, but will leave it and love the whole way of life. If you don't constantly have a passionate love for those presents of the Guru, then you are like a flower without fragrance, withered and lying in the dust, being crushed and kicked by every pedestrian. Only he can have love for God, who abandons his ego, forgets himself completely and thereby brings the state of creative consciousness. The "me" and "I" from its very birth is constantly building a barrier of knowledge around itself, around its actions and ultimately leads to isolation and despair. A life of the dead.

Knowledge is only a minor part of life, not the totality and when it thus assumes all consuming significance, as it is now then your life becomes artificial, an empty cut, from which man tries to escape, through superficial escapes with disastrous results. Knowledge is like a kerosene lame on a dark night, but it can illuminate only so long as it has fuel. Life is much vaster and deeper, it cannot be lived with the aid of an extinguishable lamp. Knowledge is essential to everyday existence, as money is to but your food, but it cannon grasp the reality of love, of God, of living. Love is not to be hooky in the net of intelligence; if you use knowledge to grasp love, it will die as one fish dies out of water. Knowledge must be left behind for love to be. Burdened with mechanical learning you will never understand what is beauty, what is measurable. The light of knowledge is a covering under which lies a realm of truth, which knowledge cannot penetrate. The worship of knowledge is a ritualistic pilgrimage, which can never dissolve the contradictions and miseries of life. Mere knowledge, however earnestly learnt and cleverly assembled, will never resolve the meaning of the 5 K's to assume that it will, is to invite frustration and misery. You may know all about the working of the earth and the functioning of the skies and still not be free from sorrow, envy and pain.

To know these gifts, to value truth, to be one with God, you must have claims, to beliefs, no speculations "Sochia soch na hovai je sochai lakhvar" (Guru Nanak) "Mortal cannot comprehend Him by thought." If you have gathered the knowledge of living, the knowledge itself becomes more important, not your living. If you want to understand these gifts, everything will come right. Live in them and there is understanding, "hukmai andarsabh ko bahr hnkam na koe. Nanak hukmi je bujhai ta haumai kahe na koe." (Guru Nanak) "Nothing at all outside His will, abiding O Nanak, he who is aware of the supermen will never in his selfhood utterest the boast: It is I". The Supreme Will was to live in the glory of these embellishments of our land so shall it be.

These gifts of ours are not symbols of a religion, or compulsory rites of a religion. The Sikh way of life is not to live on any set of rituals, formalism, talismans, penances, austerities, pilgrimages or symbols. The Sikhs were rebels against all this and more. The gurbani abounds, in hymns against ritualism and symbols. Guru Nanak Dev Ji said in on of his compositions "Yoga lies not in wearing patched garments, nor in carrying a staff, nor in smearing one's body with ashes, nor does it lie in wearing earrings, not in cutting one's hear, not in playing on a singi." (Suhi I). Could anyone have said something more against the irrelevance of symbols. How strongly he felt against empty symbols may be gauged from these lines, "With tikka (the sacred mark) on their foreheads and dhoti wrapped around their loins and legs, they look pious, but in fact they are the world's butchers carrying daggers in their hands." (Asa-da-//) The shallowness of ritualism and symbols was exposed thoroughly by Guru Gobind Singh Ji, the Akal Ustati:

Some worship but stocks and stones, while others suspend the lingum from their necks.

Some look for the God in the East, other in the West,

Some worship but idols, some are unwise enough to worship the dead;

All these are involved in a false show, and they find the Mystery, that is God.

After the victory of the battle of Bhangani, Guru Gobind Singh Ji blessed Pir Budhu Shah, with no treasures and no elephants, for his service, as was the custom of that time, but a Kirpan and comb with some broken hair of his. These gifts are still preserved as sacred relics in the former princely state of Nabha. This very jewelry, he presented to all of us, inspite of the fact that our lives were not wrought in the furnace of sacrifice - a jeweler which no craftsman, no intellectual, no jeweler is capable of imitating. These gifts of ours are the constellation of superconsiousness, the very essence of breath of God in us, of which our tress-knots are the spiritual crown of humanity.

Jaskirat, ask not from me the significance, the value, the power of our tress-knots, for I am incapable of describing it. In the meadows, dales and mountains of our tress-knots, the bliss of perennial joy flows, in the beautitude of our tress-knots, the flowers are fired. In our mystical tress-knots, the insipid mankind is inspired in the holiness of our pristine pure tress-knots, the sun chariot rides high in eternity; in the infinity of our tress-knots; the melting snow caps of the mountain peaks, wash away all sorrows; in our august tress-knots, the frenzied rain torrents pour; in the creativity of our transcendental tress-knots, his nakedness is robed anew in the effulgence of these gifts.

Live in the eternal joy of your tress-knots and you will know what it is, to be. Men collect the ashes of the departed soul and pray for him in the church and the temples and you want to discard, this living soul, this living temple! People build monuments for the dead, you want to uproot the living monument the Guru gave to you. If you want it to disintegrate you may, but you shall forever be buried under it.

The love shall still come your way because you are one of the descendants of the ancient lore, you will still flex your muscles when the song is of your forefathers, but you would have converted the garden of the living into the weeds of the dead. The gardener will shed his tears but no more will you grow. Soon, even his tears will dry as he tends new gardens. A time comes when no one knows, of the long ruined monument. It passes back into the womb of agony and is possessed by the serpents, jackals and chameleons.

Jaskirat our 5 K's are beyond the realm of rituals and symbols, they are the timeless ones. Can you and me enclose with our intellects what is not measurable? Can you and me enclose with out intellects what is not time? Can our constant hatred, anger, ugliness, lead us to the unknown? Do we have an instrument to gauge what has not beginning and no end? Can the truth of these gifts be trapped in the cage of logic? What we may capture by our mechanical knowledge and logic, is superficial, never the cosmicness of these presents. Many of us spiritedly respond to tranquilizers but living in love, needs no tranquilizers.

The beautiful, the loved can never be dissected and summed up. For these gifts, we can reach no conclusions, no morals and no judgments because they are not symbols, but pieces of art. What would the cuckoo's song mean to you, if you want to take down its notation and analyze them? What would your mother be for you if you want to know her by analysis? Only a biological skeleton for procreation. You have so much trapped yourself in a net of words, of speculations that the feeling itself, which is the only thing that is deep and vital in us in lost. The significance or the insignificance of these gifts is not important. The highest art in life is to be beautiful. And these gifts are the force that creates the beautiful, the artistic in us. It is one in a million, who has the beauty of these ornaments.

The kesh, the kachha, the kara, the kanga and the kirpan are the gifts, chiseled out for the Khalsa, by the divine artist. These are gifts, endowed to us forever by the Divine Bridegroom, on the day of our marriage to him, on Baisakhi, in 1699 at Anandpur Sahib (The City of Bliss). They are true embodiments of art and anyone looking at them, can have his bosom full of meanings, ecstasy, inspiration, love, joy and what more can we wish? In them we have the treasure, mines, in them is the beauty and we are so ignorant of it. We the cosmic brides will carry his gifts of love, in honour, purity and splendour glory and our love will blossom in all climates, in all times and in all continents.

May the blessing of Waheguru Ji be with you forever. Your loving father

Harchand Singh.

http://www.sikhs.org/nosymbol.htm

No offence I spent a good 2 hours reading this piece of text and its nothing more than emotional blackmail.

No worry's, I respect you consider taking amrit which our Tenth Guru did himself emotional blackmail. This article represents what Guru Gobind Singh Sahib made of a normal person who use to hide in a crowd with things got tough to visible, humble, pure, respectful human beings, which have been given the name Khalsa.

Here's in a few words what Guru Gobind Singh Sahib ji thought of Amrit.

Khalsa is the breath of my body,

Khalsa is the very soul of my life,

Khalsa is my real pride and glory,

Khalsa is my own personal self,

Khalsa is my life's sustainer,

Khalsa is my body and breath,

Khalsa is my creed and karma,

Khalsa is my conscience keeper,

Khalsa is my perfect satguru,

Khalsa is my brave friend,

Khalsa gives me intellect and wisdom,

Khalsa is my object of meditation.

And I won't ask you how it's emotional blackmail because this letter, very will can be transformed into just an written essay outlining why Amrit. And I feel really sorry for you that you feel Bhai Taru Singh marytrdom is just an emotional blackmail, forgive me putting you through such a horrible state of mind.

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This guy is a internet warrior. He won't ever say what he said above in public because he knows a Singh will give him a response without using voilence and when he thinks of some stupid remark to make after that, then he'll get smacked up. Sant Jarnail Singh ji, you shouldn't even be saying his name. You don't want to start having nightmares of him coming after you, like your leader INdira Gandhi.

Here, take a read

These Are Not Symbols

by Harcharan Singhrkhanda.gif

The following is a lettter from a father to his son in response to the son's crisis of faith. The son wrote to his father that he did not feel that the five symbols had any significance or relavance in today's modern society and was considering abandoning them. In response the father wrote a letter to his son about the priceless value of the 5K's which is easily forgotten in the modern material world.

Well You are right I really don't have dare to say all this stuff in Public. And you know what the reality is If a hindu will say me some thing wrong regarding Sikhi then I will deal with him very aggressively and I have lots of BIG words to say like you guys have.

I read your looooooooooooong letter but, even it still lacking logic. Ok Listen my real life experience.. Hey don't be sacred its not that looooong.

One of my friend's (Sikh) son (6 years old) asked him , Why he keep hair... Why he is not like other children n school or locality?

My friend started telling him all the stories of Sikhi, Guru ji's martyr and other stories of bravery. He (son) asked so what all I can do NOW... I want to be like normal child.

Well Guys Me or My friend No one is in western country. We all are here in INDIA (New Delhi). So no influence of western culture.

Imagin just for a sec. At the time of 1947 When we were Gulam of britsh... lots of young guys came with a Junoon in their mind to get Independence, like Shaheed Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev and many more... Suppose on that time some one among them interduce a NEW religion with the name ummmmmm.. say Azad dharma...or some thing like that then today's generation would able to understand the purpose or reason of that perticular dharma?

I think I tried to make my point clear to you. oh yes that such a long letter will not work sorry.

A religion / Dharma should NOT have any room for any "?"

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a dress/skirt or w.e doesnt look good on a singhnee anyway, looks like ur trying too hard to fit in and havent really found ur niche

That's so true.

As a word of advice from a brother to every sister that will read this. Don't wear a skirt, men have dirty minds. Yeah I said it! men will make something so innocent into something dirty in a split second. And the funny part is all they have to do is just think about it and turn to the man next to them and both will be nodding with goofy perverted smiles on their faces without even speaking to each other.

I am sorry but you sounds like a MUSALMAN

Who want their wives covered on Burka.

Who never trust any one and who know all men will stare their wives

Who even never turst their own Father or brother and always think their wives are not secure so they cover them from head to toe with black bhurka.

How do take a girl (100% NON Sikhny) wearing a skirt... I mean will It be ok with you.

Never forget Ghaghra and Garara were our traditional dresses...even today if you see some folk program in Punjab you will find these outfits.

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a dress/skirt or w.e doesnt look good on a singhnee anyway, looks like ur trying too hard to fit in and havent really found ur niche

That's so true.

As a word of advice from a brother to every sister that will read this. Don't wear a skirt, men have dirty minds. Yeah I said it! men will make something so innocent into something dirty in a split second. And the funny part is all they have to do is just think about it and turn to the man next to them and both will be nodding with goofy perverted smiles on their faces without even speaking to each other.

I am Sorry but you sounds like a MUSALMAN, Who are that insecure that the always want to cover there women in Burka from Head to Toe.

what if a Non sikhni wear a skirt or shorts... how a sikh will take it.

Man should have dignity. its should not be like that ...Girls should not wear this or that.

"Men have dirty minds" thats your words buddy Wot kind of S I K H you are.

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Here's a question for the moderate and with time fellow. Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh or should I say YO homie SUpp like you said gotta be with the time right!

Alrite has the kachera gone out of style?

What about the Kara? I think the new Kara is a gold or diamond chain around the neck with a khanda and a Lil Jon hat on the head. ANd don't forget gotta keep the swagger so tilt that hat, just a lil bit.

And the Hair on your body is this fad; not in anymore?

What about the comb do you use a straigthener now?

Trust me I tired being serious with you, but when someone says Khalsa Panth is out of style, then they need some laugher to bring them back to reality.

Here a fun fact for the moderate and hip YoungSikh. If you are in the range of 22 feet when someone is hold a gun at you. The person can attack the person who has the gun and not even get shot. But since your young I wouldn't try it. You need skill like the Khalsa has to pull this stuff off. But like you said Khalsa is outdatedlaugh.gif

Do you know defination of BRAINWASHING... IF no then read

Intensive, forcible indoctrination, usually political or religious, aimed at destroying a person's basic convictions and attitudes and replacing them with an alternative set of fixed beliefs.

Thats some thing is happening with sikh panth... without any target or any rivals Sikh are makeing them self ready for any battle. Wearing 5K's and feeling sitting on horse and saying Jaikaras.

Didn't france say no turban in government buildings meaning 10 year old Sikh kids can't even get a education because of discrimination. Isn't United States trying to do the same, but in a less obvious way. They are trying to get a bill passed which will not allow a Sikh to wear a Turban in a driver license photo and other government id's. These are all targets of the Khalsa Panth. To win this court battles with the pen. The 5 K's were not just created to fight physical battles and was not just created for Guru Gobind Singh Sahib time.

You seem like a smart guy, but just showed your ignorance. Also only one of the 5 k's is for self-defense. And if you look at that time Guns and other advanced weapons were being created. Surely Guru Gobind Singh Sahib ji was well aware of this and would have given us a gun instead of kirpan for a kakkar if the 5 k's were created for just fighting wars. Or there would have been a Hukam to change a kirpan to a gun once guns were more advanced. But nothing of the sort.

The only person you are fooling with your accusation that has no support is yourself. Take a read at the Dasam Granth and then come back here to agrue that the RSS is imposing a Granth on the Khalsa. What you can't understand is not false.

And speaking of brainwashed. Everyone knows a person that cuts his hair and acts like the rest of the western society has been brainwashed to do it. You guys are trying to fit in so you can be accept as a normal person. You bend over in many ways just to be another person in the crowd. You adopt western culture, which is just political games with no truth and then call it the correct way of living. Political correctness is your Truth. The only way your going to make it in society is by kissing buts and the western culture has taught you the best way to do this. You wanna be liberal right.

Well following Sikhi their is no traditional way and there is no moderate way. Sikhi is always with times and beyond your liberal western culture that you love so much because they allow you to drink in the same bar as the rest. What is truly shameful of your type is. You guys try to get into some clubs or bars and right at the doors you guys get kicked out. Given the excuse, you got runners on or to young. So go be the good sheep you are and run along before your white boss who's *** you kissed to get a job suspends you or kicks you out on the street.

Well MR. Owner of 5k's you are wrong I am not in western country and not working under GORAS like you. I am a proud INDIAN and living in my OWN Countrycool.gif INDIA.

Well in UK,Canada and US sikhi are available in sophisticated formats, You can see guys like Sardar sahaab sardar kam bhamra Ji, Jassi Sidhu ji and many more they are sikhs too but you will find them in a single line beared always...man thats TODAYS sikhi. Sikhi is changing... and it will keep on changing.

[white boss who's *** you kissed to get a job suspends you or kicks you out on the street] ohmy goodness thats what situation is I really pity on you.. OK Read my lips LEAVE the Maya , Moh, kaam and come back to INDIA and live remaining life with respect. and Practice sikhi with your heart no will stop you. veero chad do moh dollaran western coutries da... Here In india we have all the things that a western country has.

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Well Guys Me or My friend No one is in western country. We all are here in INDIA (New Delhi). So no influence of western culture.

India has lots and lots of western culture. Bollywood tries its very hardest to be 'hollywood" which hollywood is very selfcentered and so bollywood tries to follw trends as western culture and bring it with an indian twist but just because its on india doesnt mean its far from western culture, yes its far from western country but not actual western culture. If you arent influenced by western culture for cutting your hair then you are under hindu/muslim culture to cut your hair???? basically any culture that says its ok to cut your hair is wat you follow?????????

Sikhs are not taliban to go around telling nonSikhs they cant wear a skirt, just because they are not sikhs doesnt mean its not inapproriate. SIkhs should be around places where everyone dresses in a very inappropraite manner. Sikhs should be modest and most of western culture is far from modest as guys want tattoos and cut hair so they can show off and girls want cut hair and revealing clothes so they can show off. The problem with this is they need everyone else to care about them and if they dont get recognition from boys/girls they find attractive then they go into depression because they whine and cry about "nobody loves me" garbage mind set that goes hand in hand with ego. If one guy has an ago that he is all cute and a girl he likes calls him ugly then the guy gets bent out of shape and tries to pretend that he didnt like her and that she has issuse that he didnt want her anyway(which is a lie and he reversed his stance on her because she turned him down)

People that dont want to be Sikh wont be Sikh because God knows their true state of mind and misleads them away from Sikhi.

ਮਾਇਆ ਮੋਹੁ ਮੇਰੈ ਪ੍ਰਭਿ ਕੀਨਾ ਆਪੇ ਭਰਮਿ ਭੁਲਾਏ ॥

Emotional attachment to Maya is created by my God; He Himself misleads us through illusion and doubt.

supposed "youngsikh" I get this message when I read your posts about changing Sikhi and how we all need to cut our hair because everyone else does. SIkhi is the only religion that says you cannot cut your hair and has always been in a culture that everyone else cuts their hair, so this isnt anything new or needing change from. Sikhi has always has been the people with hair dhari and rishiknots. You act like just because the time and date changed that now all of a sudden the rest of society just now started cutting their hair when in fact Sikhi has since the beggining been in a society that cuts its hair. The only difference from today and years ago is that some so called Sikhs are stupid enough to cut their hair and/or wear skirts/tattoos without any want for AMritchauk and watching tv makes them "want to" but not "have to". Girls try to be cute and do whatever tv or apearance of all the other concieted people do so they can fit in, and guys try to act tougher than they are so they can boost their ego for ego seeking <banned word filter activated> girls to try to find. Modesty is far from those who want attention for their stlyed hair or skirts etc.

This reminds me of your tactics on your posts:

ਨਾਨਕ ਅੰਧਾ ਹੋਇ ਕੈ ਦਸੇ ਰਾਹੈ ਸਭਸੁ ਮੁਹਾਏ ਸਾਥੈ ॥

O Nanak, the one who is blind shows others the way, and misleads all his companions.

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Well Guys Me or My friend No one is in western country. We all are here in INDIA (New Delhi). So no influence of western culture.

India has lots and lots of western culture. Bollywood tries its very hardest to be 'hollywood" which hollywood is very selfcentered and so bollywood tries to follw trends as western culture and bring it with an indian twist but just because its on india doesnt mean its far from western culture, yes its far from western country but not actual western culture. If you arent influenced by western culture for cutting your hair then you are under hindu/muslim culture to cut your hair???? basically any culture that says its ok to cut your hair is wat you follow?????????

Sikhs are not taliban to go around telling nonSikhs they cant wear a skirt, just because they are not sikhs doesnt mean its not inapproriate. SIkhs should be around places where everyone dresses in a very inappropraite manner. Sikhs should be modest and most of western culture is far from modest as guys want tattoos and cut hair so they can show off and girls want cut hair and revealing clothes so they can show off. The problem with this is they need everyone else to care about them and if they dont get recognition from boys/girls they find attractive then they go into depression because they whine and cry about "nobody loves me" garbage mind set that goes hand in hand with ego. If one guy has an ago that he is all cute and a girl he likes calls him ugly then the guy gets bent out of shape and tries to pretend that he didnt like her and that she has issuse that he didnt want her anyway(which is a lie and he reversed his stance on her because she turned him down)

People that dont want to be Sikh wont be Sikh because God knows their true state of mind and misleads them away from Sikhi.

ਮਾਇਆ ਮੋਹੁ ਮੇਰੈ ਪ੍ਰਭਿ ਕੀਨਾ ਆਪੇ ਭਰਮਿ ਭੁਲਾਏ ॥

Emotional attachment to Maya is created by my God; He Himself misleads us through illusion and doubt.

supposed "youngsikh" I get this message when I read your posts about changing Sikhi and how we all need to cut our hair because everyone else does. SIkhi is the only religion that says you cannot cut your hair and has always been in a culture that everyone else cuts their hair, so this isnt anything new or needing change from. Sikhi has always has been the people with hair dhari and rishiknots. You act like just because the time and date changed that now all of a sudden the rest of society just now started cutting their hair when in fact Sikhi has since the beggining been in a society that cuts its hair. The only difference from today and years ago is that some so called Sikhs are stupid enough to cut their hair and/or wear skirts/tattoos without any want for AMritchauk and watching tv makes them "want to" but not "have to". Girls try to be cute and do whatever tv or apearance of all the other concieted people do so they can fit in, and guys try to act tougher than they are so they can boost their ego for ego seeking <banned word filter activated> girls to try to find. Modesty is far from those who want attention for their stlyed hair or skirts etc.

This reminds me of your tactics on your posts:

ਨਾਨਕ ਅੰਧਾ ਹੋਇ ਕੈ ਦਸੇ ਰਾਹੈ ਸਭਸੁ ਮੁਹਾਏ ਸਾਥੈ ॥

O Nanak, the one who is blind shows others the way, and misleads all his companions.

So you are back... again. Well keeerpa ji I have few questions for you

1. Who told you I want to cut my hairs?

2. Who told you if a girl a looking gorgeous / stunning then it mean she has EGO?

Well if i talk abt point no. 2 .. its your assumption and I can guss the reason... When ever you see a beautiful , stunning, gorgeous girl you feel unconfident and you feel inferior and you never thing even in your dream to talk with that good looking girl or woman. So to keep yourself satisfy you keep on thinking ITS MAYA and I am sikh I will have to stay away from it. So the feeling of sikhi saves you in situation like this.

Visit thins link http://www.dailymail...s-bracelet.html

and you will find what kind of sikhs are there in west... See the giirl who wish to wear Cara and can approach Human Rights Group for that... SEE HOW WELL SHE HAS CUT HER HAIRS ... I mean its height of hypocrisy.

Even I can show you the girls wearing TURBAN and wearing tummy up top with a long lehnga in her wedding. There are many different BRANDS of sikhs in West.

Well as you said

ਨਾਨਕ ਅੰਧਾ ਹੋਇ ਕੈ ਦਸੇ ਰਾਹੈ ਸਭਸੁ ਮੁਹਾਏ ਸਾਥੈ ॥

O Nanak, the one who is blind shows others the way, and misleads all his companions.

Hey brother I am not trying to show any path to anyone. And even if I am Blind then I AM VERY HAPPY... I REALLY NOT WANT TO SEE THE SIKHI THAT IS FULL OF HYPCRISY.

Alleast I am better than the those persons who never want to open the eyes and see the truth.

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You are very full of kaam from how you look at females.

ਅਹਿਨਿਸਿ ਕਾਮਿ ਵਿਆਪਿਆ ਵਣਜਾਰਿਆ ਮਿਤ੍ਰਾ ਅੰਧੁਲੇ ਨਾਮੁ ਨ ਚਿਤਿ ॥

Day and night, you are engrossed in sexual desire, O my merchant friend, and your consciousness is blind to the Naam.

I am married so I follow Gurmat as I am not looking at females the way you do.

Hypocritical is a Sikh full of ego and any other of the panj doots.

ਨੈਨਹੁ ਨੀਦ ਪਰ ਦ੍ਰਿਸਟਿ ਵਿਕਾਰ ॥

The eyes are asleep in corruption, gazing upon the beauty of another.

ਮਿਥਿਆ ਨੇਤ੍ਰ ਪੇਖਤ ਪਰ ਤ੍ਰਿਅ ਰੂਪਾਦ ॥

False are the eyes which gaze upon the beauty of another's wife.

people can trick themselves all they like it doesnt matter to me if your blind and happy :)

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This guy is a internet warrior. He won't ever say what he said above in public because he knows a Singh will give him a response without using voilence and when he thinks of some stupid remark to make after that, then he'll get smacked up. Sant Jarnail Singh ji, you shouldn't even be saying his name. You don't want to start having nightmares of him coming after you, like your leader INdira Gandhi.

Here, take a read

These Are Not Symbols

by Harcharan Singhrkhanda.gif

The following is a lettter from a father to his son in response to the son's crisis of faith. The son wrote to his father that he did not feel that the five symbols had any significance or relavance in today's modern society and was considering abandoning them. In response the father wrote a letter to his son about the priceless value of the 5K's which is easily forgotten in the modern material world.

Well You are right I really don't have dare to say all this stuff in Public. And you know what the reality is If a hindu will say me some thing wrong regarding Sikhi then I will deal with him very aggressively and I have lots of BIG words to say like you guys have.

I read your looooooooooooong letter but, even it still lacking logic. Ok Listen my real life experience.. Hey don't be sacred its not that looooong.

One of my friend's (Sikh) son (6 years old) asked him , Why he keep hair... Why he is not like other children n school or locality?

My friend started telling him all the stories of Sikhi, Guru ji's martyr and other stories of bravery. He (son) asked so what all I can do NOW... I want to be like normal child.

I understand your logic now. Thanks for that insight. laugh.gif

Well Guys Me or My friend No one is in western country. We all are here in INDIA (New Delhi). So no influence of western culture.

India is not influenced by western culture. You must be living in a cave. Seriously man what is bollywood. Is it a new idea you came up with when you came out of your cave. Get real man

Imagin just for a sec. At the time of 1947 When we were Gulam of britsh... lots of young guys came with a Junoon in their mind to get Independence, like Shaheed Bhagat Singh, Rajguru and Sukhdev and many more... Suppose on that time some one among them interduce a NEW religion with the name ummmmmm.. say Azad dharma...or some thing like that then today's generation would able to understand the purpose or reason of that perticular dharma?

Baba Deep Singh ji, did you forget about this Saintsoldier already. You live on the very land he walked on and you forgot about him!!!!!

I think I tried to make my point clear to you. oh yes that such a long letter will not work sorry.

I know, I read your logic up above. laugh.gif

A religion / Dharma should NOT have any room for any "?"

laugh.gif Alright, I see where your going with this.laugh.gif

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a dress/skirt or w.e doesnt look good on a singhnee anyway, looks like ur trying too hard to fit in and havent really found ur niche

That's so true.

As a word of advice from a brother to every sister that will read this. Don't wear a skirt, men have dirty minds. Yeah I said it! men will make something so innocent into something dirty in a split second. And the funny part is all they have to do is just think about it and turn to the man next to them and both will be nodding with goofy perverted smiles on their faces without even speaking to each other.

I am sorry but you sounds like a MUSALMAN

Who want their wives covered on Burka.

Who never trust any one and who know all men will stare their wives

Who even never turst their own Father or brother and always think their wives are not secure so they cover them from head to toe with black bhurka.

How do take a girl (100% NON Sikhny) wearing a skirt... I mean will It be ok with you.

Never forget Ghaghra and Garara were our traditional dresses...even today if you see some folk program in Punjab you will find these outfits.

I'm sorry, but you sound like a pervert. ONly such a person would tell a women to wear such exposing clothing for his own satisfication. Truly digusting man

who wants woman to do to unmentionable things. Go watch your WWE in the internet parlors. Sit there with your buddy's with perverted looks on your face watching half naked women wrestling.

Get your filthy no good digusting mind out of the gutter.

And a tradition with no value means nothing in Sikhi. Trying to hide your perverted mind by telling women to wear longer skirts won't work. True Kaurs will smack that skin off your face.

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Here's a question for the moderate and with time fellow. Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh or should I say YO homie SUpp like you said gotta be with the time right!

Alrite has the kachera gone out of style?

What about the Kara? I think the new Kara is a gold or diamond chain around the neck with a khanda and a Lil Jon hat on the head. ANd don't forget gotta keep the swagger so tilt that hat, just a lil bit.

And the Hair on your body is this fad; not in anymore?

What about the comb do you use a straigthener now?

Trust me I tired being serious with you, but when someone says Khalsa Panth is out of style, then they need some laugher to bring them back to reality.

Here a fun fact for the moderate and hip YoungSikh. If you are in the range of 22 feet when someone is hold a gun at you. The person can attack the person who has the gun and not even get shot. But since your young I wouldn't try it. You need skill like the Khalsa has to pull this stuff off. But like you said Khalsa is outdatedlaugh.gif

Do you know defination of BRAINWASHING... IF no then read

Intensive, forcible indoctrination, usually political or religious, aimed at destroying a person's basic convictions and attitudes and replacing them with an alternative set of fixed beliefs.

Thats some thing is happening with sikh panth... without any target or any rivals Sikh are makeing them self ready for any battle. Wearing 5K's and feeling sitting on horse and saying Jaikaras.

Didn't france say no turban in government buildings meaning 10 year old Sikh kids can't even get a education because of discrimination. Isn't United States trying to do the same, but in a less obvious way. They are trying to get a bill passed which will not allow a Sikh to wear a Turban in a driver license photo and other government id's. These are all targets of the Khalsa Panth. To win this court battles with the pen. The 5 K's were not just created to fight physical battles and was not just created for Guru Gobind Singh Sahib time.

You seem like a smart guy, but just showed your ignorance. Also only one of the 5 k's is for self-defense. And if you look at that time Guns and other advanced weapons were being created. Surely Guru Gobind Singh Sahib ji was well aware of this and would have given us a gun instead of kirpan for a kakkar if the 5 k's were created for just fighting wars. Or there would have been a Hukam to change a kirpan to a gun once guns were more advanced. But nothing of the sort.

The only person you are fooling with your accusation that has no support is yourself. Take a read at the Dasam Granth and then come back here to agrue that the RSS is imposing a Granth on the Khalsa. What you can't understand is not false.

And speaking of brainwashed. Everyone knows a person that cuts his hair and acts like the rest of the western society has been brainwashed to do it. You guys are trying to fit in so you can be accept as a normal person. You bend over in many ways just to be another person in the crowd. You adopt western culture, which is just political games with no truth and then call it the correct way of living. Political correctness is your Truth. The only way your going to make it in society is by kissing buts and the western culture has taught you the best way to do this. You wanna be liberal right.

Well following Sikhi their is no traditional way and there is no moderate way. Sikhi is always with times and beyond your liberal western culture that you love so much because they allow you to drink in the same bar as the rest. What is truly shameful of your type is. You guys try to get into some clubs or bars and right at the doors you guys get kicked out. Given the excuse, you got runners on or to young. So go be the good sheep you are and run along before your white boss who's *** you kissed to get a job suspends you or kicks you out on the street.

Well MR. Owner of 5k's you are wrong I am not in western country and not working under GORAS like you. I am a proud INDIAN and living in my OWN Countrycool.gif INDIA.

Your country. That's sad man you can't even realize you are under a dictatorship. And it's called Hindustan not India. The one's with trianglar hats run the show. They make you piss in your pants if you decide to go against them.

Well in UK,Canada and US sikhi are available in sophisticated formats, You can see guys like Sardar sahaab sardar kam bhamra Ji, Jassi Sidhu ji and many more they are sikhs too but you will find them in a single line beared always...man thats TODAYS sikhi. Sikhi is changing... and it will keep on changing.

Go read some Gurbani and understand the fact that Truth never changes. Post by post you expose your ignorance.

[white boss who's *** you kissed to get a job suspends you or kicks you out on the street] ohmy goodness thats what situation is I really pity on you.. OK Read my lips LEAVE the Maya , Moh, kaam and come back to INDIA and live remaining life with respect. and Practice sikhi with your heart no will stop you. veero chad do moh dollaran western coutries da... Here In india we have all the things that a western country has.

Well since you live in India then your kissing congress <banned word filter activated>. Either way you come here or there people like you will bend in anyway to fit what the government says.

I really feel bad for you man. You need True Singhs to come to your guys oppressed state. The very people that gave Hindus and your cowards to live without Muslim rulers are the ones you call nobodies.

The only reason why you or any of your kind can talk freely is because of Singhs like Baba Deep Singh ji. Have some respect for the ones that saved your <banned word filter activated> from Muslim rulers.

Seriously, there is a point where someone can spit trash from their mouth and you have pushed that limit. Honestly if this was face to face your face would be under my foot. Learn some respect.

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Here's a question for the moderate and with time fellow. Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh or should I say YO homie SUpp like you said gotta be with the time right!

Alrite has the kachera gone out of style?

What about the Kara? I think the new Kara is a gold or diamond chain around the neck with a khanda and a Lil Jon hat on the head. ANd don't forget gotta keep the swagger so tilt that hat, just a lil bit.

And the Hair on your body is this fad; not in anymore?

What about the comb do you use a straigthener now?

Trust me I tired being serious with you, but when someone says Khalsa Panth is out of style, then they need some laugher to bring them back to reality.

Here a fun fact for the moderate and hip YoungSikh. If you are in the range of 22 feet when someone is hold a gun at you. The person can attack the person who has the gun and not even get shot. But since your young I wouldn't try it. You need skill like the Khalsa has to pull this stuff off. But like you said Khalsa is outdatedlaugh.gif

Do you know defination of BRAINWASHING... IF no then read

Intensive, forcible indoctrination, usually political or religious, aimed at destroying a person's basic convictions and attitudes and replacing them with an alternative set of fixed beliefs.

Thats some thing is happening with sikh panth... without any target or any rivals Sikh are makeing them self ready for any battle. Wearing 5K's and feeling sitting on horse and saying Jaikaras.

Didn't france say no turban in government buildings meaning 10 year old Sikh kids can't even get a education because of discrimination. Isn't United States trying to do the same, but in a less obvious way. They are trying to get a bill passed which will not allow a Sikh to wear a Turban in a driver license photo and other government id's. These are all targets of the Khalsa Panth. To win this court battles with the pen. The 5 K's were not just created to fight physical battles and was not just created for Guru Gobind Singh Sahib time.

You seem like a smart guy, but just showed your ignorance. Also only one of the 5 k's is for self-defense. And if you look at that time Guns and other advanced weapons were being created. Surely Guru Gobind Singh Sahib ji was well aware of this and would have given us a gun instead of kirpan for a kakkar if the 5 k's were created for just fighting wars. Or there would have been a Hukam to change a kirpan to a gun once guns were more advanced. But nothing of the sort.

The only person you are fooling with your accusation that has no support is yourself. Take a read at the Dasam Granth and then come back here to agrue that the RSS is imposing a Granth on the Khalsa. What you can't understand is not false.

And speaking of brainwashed. Everyone knows a person that cuts his hair and acts like the rest of the western society has been brainwashed to do it. You guys are trying to fit in so you can be accept as a normal person. You bend over in many ways just to be another person in the crowd. You adopt western culture, which is just political games with no truth and then call it the correct way of living. Political correctness is your Truth. The only way your going to make it in society is by kissing buts and the western culture has taught you the best way to do this. You wanna be liberal right.

Well following Sikhi their is no traditional way and there is no moderate way. Sikhi is always with times and beyond your liberal western culture that you love so much because they allow you to drink in the same bar as the rest. What is truly shameful of your type is. You guys try to get into some clubs or bars and right at the doors you guys get kicked out. Given the excuse, you got runners on or to young. So go be the good sheep you are and run along before your white boss who's *** you kissed to get a job suspends you or kicks you out on the street.

Well MR. Owner of 5k's you are wrong I am not in western country and not working under GORAS like you. I am a proud INDIAN and living in my OWN Countrycool.gif INDIA.

Your country. That's sad man you can't even realize you are under a dictatorship. And it's called Hindustan not India. The one's with trianglar hats run the show. They make you piss in your pants if you decide to go against them.

Well in UK,Canada and US sikhi are available in sophisticated formats, You can see guys like Sardar sahaab sardar kam bhamra Ji, Jassi Sidhu ji and many more they are sikhs too but you will find them in a single line beared always...man thats TODAYS sikhi. Sikhi is changing... and it will keep on changing.

Go read some Gurbani and understand the fact that Truth never changes. Post by post you expose your ignorance.

[white boss who's *** you kissed to get a job suspends you or kicks you out on the street] ohmy goodness thats what situation is I really pity on you.. OK Read my lips LEAVE the Maya , Moh, kaam and come back to INDIA and live remaining life with respect. and Practice sikhi with your heart no will stop you. veero chad do moh dollaran western coutries da... Here In india we have all the things that a western country has.

Well since you live in India then your kissing congress <banned word filter activated>. Either way you come here or there people like you will bend in anyway to fit what the government says.

I really feel bad for you man. You need True Singhs to come to your guys oppressed state. The very people that gave Hindus and your cowards to live without Muslim rulers are the ones you call nobodies.

The only reason why you or any of your kind can talk freely is because of Singhs like Baba Deep Singh ji. Have some respect for the ones that saved your <banned word filter activated> from Muslim rulers.

Seriously, there is a point where someone can spit trash from their mouth and you have pushed that limit. Honestly if this was face to face your face would be under my foot. Learn some respect.

Why are you quaoting my comments and reply some thing else.. I observed You really dont have any answer of my points. Well Dont worry I know ppl like you. OHKAY now read it:

Guru Teg Bahadur ji, guru Gobind Singh Ji all gave QURBANI for hind di raksha or Hindu di raksha lai. (I hope you know that and u will agree)

It means baba ji reallly want to save Hindu thats why he gave his 4 sons aswell. So baba ji was not against Hindu, The rivals were Mugals.

Now you are saying India = Hindustan well you are not 100 % right. BTW where you are living IS that land belongs to THE SIKHS?

Don't you know people give you look they have seen Alien.

Here in India We (sikhs) are living our life at peace... and as far as Congress and Hindus are concerned I personaly <banned word filter activated> on them. I am far away from politics.

I know what congress and Hindus has done with us in 1984.

Mr 5K's You haven't reply any of my comment and to save your bottom you started abusing India and congress and Hindus.

I am Glad I am in India and Its my OWN country and I am not begging to wear TURBAN or practice sikhi.

If you were face to face then I would have showed you your real face(ugly).

Mr 5 K's Krodh te kaboo kar... sach da samna kar... Answer only what the questions is...don't try to divert the topic with stating Congress and HINDUSTAN stuff.

Don't Forget I am a Sikh too and I know what you know... The Difference is I Not want to take the things blindfolded.

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