For a Sikh, Vaisakhi reverberates with the resounding echoes of 1699, where the 10th Patshah, the Tenth Sovereign, left an indelible mark on Sikh history. This extraordinary event transcends the confines of time, engraving itself deeply into our collective consciousness.

The historic Vaisakhi of 1699 pulses vividly within me, intricately woven into the very fabric of my existence. It feels as though it resides within the genetic makeup of every Sikh, an integral component of our identity. Regardless of geographical boundaries, on this momentous day, every Sikh endeavors to go to a gurduara (Sikh place of learning and worship), immerse themselves in the sangat (congregation), and commemorate this significant occasion.

Our recollections of Vaisakhi vary, reflecting the diverse stages of our Sikhi journey.

Stories of Vaisakhi nurtured me, yet its significance eluded me. It wasn't until despair cloaked me in its shroud that a Voice thundered within:

“You are not a commodity
You are not someone’s property.
You are a spark of Divinity,
Recognize your worth.

I give you the name “Kaur.”
It belongs to you.

Stand tall, my child.
I am with you.”

In that transcendent moment, I embraced "Kaur" with fervor. I grasped, on myriad levels, the profound gift bestowed upon me. It occurred in my forties, an epiphany amidst the mundane.

Before then, "Kaur" and I were strangers.
But now, we are kin.
That moment became my personal Vaisakhi;
A treasure cherished with every breath.

Embracing Kaur unfettered my spirit, unleashing a torrent of transformative freedom. The intensity of this liberation wrought profound changes, stirring tumult within relationships—both cherished bonds and those professing affection. Yet, despite the upheaval, retreat was not an option, for I had savored the divine "Nectar" and yearned for its essence above all else.

Surrender ensued, though I had once perceived it as a mark of weakness. Images of white flags and conquering armies loomed large whenever the notion of surrender brushed my consciousness. Yet, this surrender was unlike any other.

It wasn't merely I who surrendered; it was the very essence of my being that yielded willingly. My head bowed instinctively, my heart unfurled like a blossom in spring, and a radiant warmth of love ensued. I felt cradled, nestled within the comforting embrace of Gurbani.

Guru says:

ਜਉ ਤਉ ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਖੇਲਣ ਕਾ ਚਾਉ ॥
ਸਿਰੁ ਧਰਿ ਤਲੀ ਗਲੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਆਉ ॥
ਇਤੁ ਮਾਰਗਿ ਪੈਰੁ ਧਰੀਜੈ ॥
ਸਿਰੁ ਦੀਜੈ ਕਾਣਿ ਨ ਕੀਜੈ ॥੨੦॥

If you are excited to play the game of love,
come to my street with your head placed on the palm.
Once you place your foot on this path,
do not hesitate to offer your head.

     Guru Granth Sahib 1410
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So, I tread upon this Path, its challenges as intricate as a hair's breadth and its trials as piercing as a double-edged sword.

In the mosaic of my journey, I recall a line from Bhai Vir Singh's "Kalgidhar Chamatkar": “Sikhi is love; Sikhi is faith” (Sikhi piar hai, Sikhi sidak hai - ਸਿੱਖੀ ਪਿਆਰ ਹੈ, ਸਿੱਖੀ ਸਿਦਕ ਹੈ).

I'm repeatedly asked: "Why this path?". The answer is quite simple. The love I've discovered within the House of Nanak is a love that tenderly nurtured me, fostering my growth and flourishing.

Sikhi is indeed love.
I bear witness to that truth.

Love is not a concept but an experience woven into the fabric of relationships. The bond between Guru and Sikh exemplifies this, where proximity to the Guru deepens the connection exponentially.

For me, Guru is Sabad.
Sabad entered.
My life transformed.
The slumber ended.
My eyes opened.
I see beauty all around.
It was always there;
I simply lacked the discernment to perceive it.

Embracing Kaur has given me a guiding light, leading me towards self-acceptance and embracing every facet of myself, including imperfections. In Sikhi, Guru is Perfection, and I am a work in progress.

Vaisakhi transcends its commemorative essence, intricately weaving itself into the fabric of my existence. Unexpectedly, I find myself whisked away to the Vaisakhi of 1699, its significance never distant from my consciousness. When queried, "Who were you before Kaur?" I'm left grappling for words. Often, I feign ignorance, and if pressed further, I simply concede, "I was nothing: I was a void."

I've weathered storms before Sikhi enveloped me in its embrace.
I am now Kaur,
and that's the essence of my being.

Perhaps it seems peculiar, or perhaps not, but I believe the Vaisakhi of 1699 liberated me. There's no retreat once you've tasted the sweet nectar of freedom. It all boils down to relationships, and I yearn for this bond to define my existence.

I regard the Gifts as my shingar, my adornments,
mirroring the divine reflection of Guru.
They stand as emblems of love, manifestations of belonging.
My kesh (hair) flourishes with tenderness; I now revere them my tresses.
The kara (steel bracelet) graces my wrist; it's the sole jewel I cherish.
I no longer brandish the kirpan as a mere sword. Instead, it's an instrument of compassion wielded with reverence. I pine for divine virtues to imbue my being before I deem myself worthy of bearing this Gift.

It took time to reach this state of mind. Yet, in Sikhi, the journey is the destination—an ongoing evolution towards spiritual fulfillment. I am cognizant that Sabad's profound presence enriches and embellishes my life.

I genuinely believe that every Sikh shares a profound connection with Sabad, each in their own unique way. Sabad's ineffable beauty leaves an indelible mark on all who encounter its divine essence.

In my mind's eye, I see us all as radiant jewels adorning the crown of Sikhi. Some shine like diamonds, emeralds, and rubies, while others are the solid gold upon which these precious gems rest. Yet, all jewels require refinement to reveal their true splendor, a process gracefully undertaken by the Guru.

We are indeed all jewels in the glorious crown of Sikhi.
This Vaisakhi, let us fervently yearn for refinement.
Let us earnestly aspire to be adorned with "The 5 Gifts."
Let us passionately embody the noble ideals of the Vaisakhi of 1699.

And I wonder, when will the Kirpan embrace me in its compassionate embrace?