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Read in-depth interpretations, opinion pieces and creative writing delving into Sikh thought and world matters. Our articles feature writings from the SikhRI team and guest contributors.
Read in-depth interpretations, opinion pieces and creative writing delving into Sikh thought and world matters. Our articles feature writings from the SikhRI team and guest contributors.
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Panjab—The Land of the Five Rivers is his Hir. Panjab flows in his veins. Panjab is his very breath. He is the son; the lover; the dervish of Panjab.
Panjab—The Land of the Five Rivers is his Hir. Panjab flows in his veins. Panjab is his very breath. He is the son; the lover; the dervish of Panjab.
Sabad is Infinite; we are very finite. This is our understanding at the moment, which was different yesterday and may evolve tomorrow, as we deepen our relationship with the Sabad.
Sabad is Infinite; we are very finite. This is our understanding at the moment, which was different yesterday and may evolve tomorrow, as we deepen our relationship with the Sabad.
Sabad is Infinite; we are very finite. This is our understanding at the moment, which was different yesterday and may evolve tomorrow, as we deepen our relationship with the Sabad.
Sabad is Infinite; we are very finite. This is our understanding at the moment, which was different yesterday and may evolve tomorrow, as we deepen our relationship with the Sabad.
Like a trusted friend, it arrives in my inbox every morning. Do I open it immediately? Sadly not … But at some point of the day, I do open it. Honestly! Cross my heart! And a-a-hh! It’s pure nourishment … truly consciousness raising. Today’s ‘word’ from AWAT (“A Word A Thought“) is: “pooraa naavan” – two words, actually: complete bath, perfect bath.
Like a trusted friend, it arrives in my inbox every morning. Do I open it immediately? Sadly not … But at some point of the day, I do open it. Honestly! Cross my heart! And a-a-hh! It’s pure nourishment … truly consciousness raising. Today’s ‘word’ from AWAT (“A Word A Thought“) is: “pooraa naavan” – two words, actually: complete bath, perfect bath.
I am driving my daughter to yet another Field Hockey tournament. Over the past 4+ years, we have lost track of how many matches we have played. One season rolls into the next and we put more miles on the cars. One would think it would get monotonous and mundane. But, the exact opposite is happening-each season is more exciting, each tournament more important.
I am driving my daughter to yet another Field Hockey tournament. Over the past 4+ years, we have lost track of how many matches we have played. One season rolls into the next and we put more miles on the cars. One would think it would get monotonous and mundane. But, the exact opposite is happening-each season is more exciting, each tournament more important.
Growing up, I was so scared of my father. His staunch stature, echoing voice, and busy schedule kept me distant from him. Fearful of his strictness, I never felt comfortable with him. I would rather piss in my pants than ask him permission to use the bathroom. But then 1984 happened.
Growing up, I was so scared of my father. His staunch stature, echoing voice, and busy schedule kept me distant from him. Fearful of his strictness, I never felt comfortable with him. I would rather piss in my pants than ask him permission to use the bathroom. But then 1984 happened.
Date: June 10th or 11th, 1984 – General Brar via his ADC (Aide de Camp) requested to meet a few of the old Sikh and Hindu families in Amritsar. Grudgingly, my parents agreed to host the dinner. The General (wearing his decorated uniform) along with 5-7 Indian Army Officers entered our home in a celebratory mood, as if they were to going to attend a victory lap. But, what transpired was very different. There were approximately 40 civilians from various families also present.
Date: June 10th or 11th, 1984 – General Brar via his ADC (Aide de Camp) requested to meet a few of the old Sikh and Hindu families in Amritsar. Grudgingly, my parents agreed to host the dinner. The General (wearing his decorated uniform) along with 5-7 Indian Army Officers entered our home in a celebratory mood, as if they were to going to attend a victory lap. But, what transpired was very different. There were approximately 40 civilians from various families also present.
Growing up in Scotland, I have been surrounded by many different people and communities. Yes! My family is Sikh. But I went to a Catholic school for 12 years. My neighbours and friends are Muslims and most interestingly of all, are my Catholic “Scottish grandparents.”
Growing up in Scotland, I have been surrounded by many different people and communities. Yes! My family is Sikh. But I went to a Catholic school for 12 years. My neighbours and friends are Muslims and most interestingly of all, are my Catholic “Scottish grandparents.”
