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Struggles are blessings

Struggles are blessings

Be thankful to Waheguru for them

Everyone in life goes through struggles sometimes or the other. When we are going through them we question Waheguru!

We ask Waheguru why he did this? This is a short story, of why the struggles Waheguru gives us in life are not to hurt us but to help us.

A man found a cocoon of an emperor moth. He took it home so that he
could watch the moth come out of the cocoon. On that day a small
opening appeared, he sat and watched the moth for several hours as the
moth struggled to force the body through that little hole.

Then it seemed to stop making any progress. It appeared as if it had
gotten as far as it could and it could go no farther. It just seemed to
be stuck. Then the man, in his kindness, decided to help the moth, so
he took a pair of scissors and snipped off the remaining bit of the
cocoon. The moth then emerged easily. But it had a swollen body and
small, shrivelled wings. The man continued to watch the moth because he
expected that, at any moment, the wings would enlarge and expand to be
able to support the body, which would contract in time. Neither
happened! In fact, the little moth spent the rest of its life crawling
around with a swollen body and shrivelled wings. It was never able to

What the man in his kindness and haste did not understand was that the
restricting cocoon and the struggle required for the moth to get through the tiny opening was the way of forcing fluid from the body of the moth into its wings
so that it would be ready for flight once it achieved its freedom from the cocoon. Freedom and flight would only come after the struggle. By depriving the moth of a struggle, he deprived the moth of health.

Sometimes struggles are exactly what we need in our life. If we were to go through our life without any obstacles, we would be crippled. We
would not be as strong as what we could have been. Give every opportunity a chance.

Leave no room for regrets.


Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Saturday, October 19. 2013 in Spirituality

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Tribute to My Ustad

ਮਃ 3 ॥
ਕਿਆ ਜਾਣਾ ਕਿਵ ਮਰਹਗੇ ਕੈਸਾ ਮਰਣਾ ਹੋਇ ॥
ਜੇ ਕਰਿ ਸਾਹਿਬੁ ਮਨਹੁ ਨ ਵੀਸਰੈ ਤਾ ਸਹਿਲਾ ਮਰਣਾ ਹੋਇ ॥
ਮਰਣੈ ਤੇ ਜਗਤੁ ਡਰੈ ਜੀਵਿਆ ਲੋੜੈ ਸਭੁ ਕੋਇ ॥
ਗੁਰ ਪਰਸਾਦੀ ਜੀਵਤੁ ਮਰੈ ਹੁਕਮੈ ਬੂਝੈ ਸੋਇ ॥
ਨਾਨਕ ਐਸੀ ਮਰਨੀ ਜੋ ਮਰੈ ਤਾ ਸਦ ਜੀਵਣੁ ਹੋਇ ॥2॥
Third Mehl:
What do I know? How will I die? What sort of death will it be?
If I do not forget the Lord Master from my mind, then my death will be easy.
The world is terrified of death; everyone longs to live.
By Guru's Grace, one who dies while yet alive, understands the Lord's Will.
O Nanak, one who dies such a death, lives forever. ||2||

On 5th November 2011, I lost my Grandfather, My friend, my Nanaji- Sardar Harnam Singh Ji. He was 80-years old and had been unwell from last few months.
As I did benti few days back, I am going through a phase of self-contemplation and transformation,leading to physical and mental unsettlements and imbalances. Any change, for good or bad comes with its discomfort  and on top of that, losing my First Ustad is too heavy a grief for me, but sinking in that grief would have been against wish and teachings of my ‘’Papa Ji’’, as I called him. He would have wanted me to carry on my duties, my work, and my sewa despite any pain, any suffering and despite any adverse condition. I am writing this to pay tribute to my Ustad, My friend.

  He joined British-Indian Army at age of 14 as a cadet. He spoke very fluent English due to which he was able to converse very well with English Officers commanding his regiment. They used to talk on theology, customs and others aspects of Sikh religion and from those discussions about religion/faith/ideology; his interest in spreading message of Sikhi grew. He had sangat of many Mahapurakhs of his time, Sant Baba Isher Singh Ji Nanaksar wale, Sant Baba Prem Singh Ji Muralewale, Sant Baba Maajha Singh ji and many others. After coming back from Army, He started Sangat of Sant Baba Gurdev Singh Ji Nanaksar Wale.

He had a long Nitnem, starting at 3 in the morning, which continued till 7-8 am (this went on till he got hospitalized in October this year). As a kid, I sometimes used to think and ask him, how he could sit for so long doing Paath and Jaap on his Maala (which Babaji gave him)? He just smiled and said, ‘’when your time comes, you’ll know yourself and sit, maybe longer than me’’.

Whenever I went to my Naanke, I stayed with him most of the times. In morning, After His Nitnem, he would ask me to do ‘Kanga’ in his Kesh, and while doing Kanga, he asked me to do Mool-Mantar. After Mool mantar, he would do Japji Sahib loudly and ask me to repeat every Tuk after him. If I did some mistake, he would ask me to repeat tuk again and again. In evenings, He used to hear Rehraas sahib (Nanaksar-Hazoor Sahib one) from me and correct my mistakes in between. At bed-time,i would sit pressing his legs and he would tell me Saakhiya of Shaheed Singhs, especially Baba Sukha Singh Ji, how he left his home, joined the Dal, fought battles and attained Shaheedi. He had whole library of Sikh History Books with him, like Panth Parkash, Shamsher Khalsa,Tawa-reekh Khalsa, Mahaan-Kosh and loads of other books which I read sitting in his ‘’Bhagti room’.  Whenever I got a chance, I heard from him about our great Shaheeds and how they sacrificed their lives for Sikhi. That inspired me a lot, and I have all those great stories in my mind till today. Whenever we had time, we would sit and listen to Dhadi Gurcharan Singh Gohalwar’s Parsang of Bhai Taru Singh Ji, or Dhadi Virsa Singh’s parsang of Baba Banda Singh Ji Bahadur. He believed in quality of Kirtan, Dhadi and Kavishari and also parcharaks. He disliked Dhadis who used to sing Vaaran on ‘’filmi tunes’.

I remember and miss that Puratan Sikhi. ‘Papa Ji’ called Guru Granth Sahib Ji as ‘’Darbar Sahib’’ most of the times as that was Puratan Sikh tradition of calling Maharaj with that name. In villages, till today you’ll find elders who call Maharaj as ‘Darbar Sahib’. Learning Baani, History, Maryada and Traditions from him, my faith, my love and my commitment for Sikhi grew.

Papa Ji was one who would not take things lying low. Long back in 70’s, Dhadi Sohan Singh Seetal said in his Diwan that Guru Gobind Singh ji ‘cut heads of goats’ on Vaiskahi 1699. He went straight to him, his carbine hanging from his shoulder, and said in his own style ‘’ Giani ji, either don’t mention this thing again here on stage, or get lost from here or I have a third option also’’. Sohan Singh Seetal was a renowed Dhadi of Khalsa Panth; he apologized and said he’ll not say this thing on stage again.  
He also told me how Bhai Randhir Singh ji had gone with an ‘’unsheathed Sword’ to Giani Gian Singh’s house to teach him a lesson for writing in Panth parkash that Guru Gobind Singh Ji used to take Afeem and Bhang, and there Bhai Sahib caught him red-handed having ‘’Afeem’’ (Opium). When questioned by Bhai Sahib, Giani ji admitted that He takes Afeem at time to time himself, and to sanctify his actions, he wrote what he wrote about Guru Gobind Singh Ji Sahib. It was these types of inspirational examples which have till today inspired me and my brothers to act and defend our Sikhi, History and Maryada.

Many times Papa ji would indulge with me in debates and when I lost the debate, he would take me in his arms and say ‘’ Don’t worry, you’ll have to face many people someday in life, who’ll come to debate you, question you, doubt you, so I am preparing you for those times’’.  Sometimes he used to ask me very difficult questions , if I answered, he used to get pleased and If I couldn’t, he would ask me to increase my ‘’time of self-contemplation’’ as there was NO question in world which Gurbaani could not answer. He advised me to listen to Brahm-vichaar by mahapurakhs as that was something like a ‘’first-hand’’ Pure thing, not some hear-say as Mahapurakhs used to speak with their experience.

I have loads and loads of memories of Papaji, memories which are going to inspire me whole my life, till I live on this planet. He gave me his entire Library few years back and said ‘’ I’m getting old, no one is going to look after my books after I leave, take care of them, study them and be like a Hans. Leave which takes you away from Guru, from Gur-mat, from truth, from Brahm. There are mix-ups, no doubt, but with Guru Nanak Maharaj’s Kirpa and Gurbaani as the light, our Buddhi (intellect) gets cleared itself on what is Gurmat and what is not’’.

Till his last days, he was in Charhdi kala. He had to undergo many adverse conditions in life, but that didn’t break him or his spirit. I talked to him few days back, he was admitted in hospital and going through radiotherapy. I called him and asked about his well-being and he told me He was in Charhdi Kala and said he’ll be fine by time of Babaji’s Shaheedi Samagam (our family holds Baba Deep Singh Ji’s Shaheedi Samagam every year in Month of Maagh, in Feb) and then we’ll do our long vichaars.
I wished so much for his words to come true but knew he was just giving me courage, because he knew his time to leave had come.

He had faced a hard time from last few months but he always said to me, ‘’I have done lot of paap in my life, and I believe Maharaj wants to cut those paap before i leave this body, therefore this body is going through this suffering’’. I used to be surprised, sitting at his bed-side while there with him, how can someone so old undergo so much pain and suffering without showing it on his face? It was amazing, his teeth were intact and stronger than many youngsters, the glow on his face, his zeal to take a morning walk, to teach young kids about Sikhi ( and English language) was same during his last few months.
The day he left, 5th November 2011, my mother and Father went to hospital to see Papaji. He was very close to me and my mother and always stood by us at every step of our life. As soon as my mother reached by his side on his bed, he opened his eyes for a minute, saw my mother and then closed his eyes, forever. It was like he was waiting for her to come and then leave. He told my mother three days before leaving, that how he has stopped feeling the pain and that there was no suffering left.

I believe it was Partaap and Kirpa of Baani he read whole his life and Sangat of mahapurakhs which helped him in those moments. Once before he had faced such situation, when he suffered second heart-attack,  but he had revived, and told me afterwards that Baba Nand Singh Ji and Baba Isher Singh Ji had come to give him Darshan and said you still have time.
While in hospital then, doctors had tried to feed him non-vegetarian diet, but he had refused doctors saying ‘’ Baba Nand Singh ji is standing in front of me holding a staff and if I eat this, he would beat me up’’.  To amazement of doctors, his condition mysteriously improved within hours after that.

I have learnt so much, and I thank Waheguru Akaal purakh to have given me such a Grandfather, My Papaji, who guided me, taught me( and criticized me when there was a need to ) and helped me in everything in my life. Any stand I took in my life, he supported me. He was like a friend with whom I could talk on any topic, any issue, any matter of my life.
The day he left, I was unable to comprehend my loss, because still there was so much I had to learn from him, but he took all that with him. I was just thinking and thinking and sunk in my thoughts, I decided not to attend Nagar Kirtan we had in Southall the next day, on 6th November. But My mother asked me not to weep or shed tears at Papaji’s going as he was a Singh and Maharaj and Shaheed Singhs would take good care of him and bless him. She asked me to attend Nagar Kirtan instead and do ardas for Him, and I went.

While I walked on streets of Southall, with Guru Granth Sahib ji Maharaj and thousands of Sangat, far away in India, My Papaji was being cremated and his Funeral was taking place. I felt cursed that I couldn’t attend funeral of my Ustaad ,my Friend, and in between  that Nagar Kirtan ,I kept looking at Skies, thinking maybe he’s watching me from heavens, sitting with his Shaheed Babey, Sant Babey and Maharaj.

This unlucky Son and unworthy student will always try to walk on that path which he taught me, from the time I was a 2-year old kid. There is so much I still have to write about him, and I will definitely write someday. Don’t know how long this period of transformation will go on, but someday My Dasmesh pita will do Kirpa on this Paapi and I will start walking again.

Bhul chuk di khima because I don’t know myself what I have written.  
Guru-Parmeshar knows the painful state of my Mind and He, the biggest healer will heal it someday.

Akaaaall !

Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Wednesday, November 9. 2011

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Ik Ardas

 An Ardas of Thirsty-Soul

ਵਡਹੰਸੁ ਮਹਲਾ 1 ਘਰੁ 2 ॥
ਮੋਰੀ ਰੁਣ ਝੁਣ ਲਾਇਆ ਭੈਣੇ ਸਾਵਣੁ ਆਇਆ ॥
ਤੇਰੇ ਮੁੰਧ ਕਟਾਰੇ ਜੇਵਡਾ ਤਿਨਿ ਲੋਭੀ ਲੋਭ ਲੁਭਾਇਆ ॥
ਤੇਰੇ ਦਰਸਨ ਵਿਟਹੁ ਖੰਨੀਐ ਵੰਞਾ ਤੇਰੇ ਨਾਮ ਵਿਟਹੁ ਕੁਰਬਾਣੋ ॥
ਜਾ ਤੂ ਤਾ ਮੈ ਮਾਣੁ ਕੀਆ ਹੈ ਤੁਧੁ ਬਿਨੁ ਕੇਹਾ ਮੇਰਾ ਮਾਣੋ ॥
ਚੂੜਾ ਭੰਨੁ ਪਲੰਘ ਸਿਉ ਮੁੰਧੇ ਸਣੁ ਬਾਹੀ ਸਣੁ ਬਾਹਾ ॥
ਏਤੇ ਵੇਸ ਕਰੇਦੀਏ ਮੁੰਧੇ ਸਹੁ ਰਾਤੋ ਅਵਰਾਹਾ ॥
ਨਾ ਮਨੀਆਰੁ ਨ ਚੂੜੀਆ ਨਾ ਸੇ ਵੰਗੁੜੀਆਹਾ ॥
ਜੋ ਸਹ ਕੰਠਿ ਨ ਲਗੀਆ ਜਲਨੁ ਸਿ ਬਾਹੜੀਆਹਾ ॥
ਸਭਿ ਸਹੀਆ ਸਹੁ ਰਾਵਣਿ ਗਈਆ ਹਉ ਦਾਧੀ ਕੈ ਦਰਿ ਜਾਵਾ ॥
ਅੰਮਾਲੀ ਹਉ ਖਰੀ ਸੁਚਜੀ ਤੈ ਸਹ ਏਕਿ ਨ ਭਾਵਾ ॥
ਮਾਠਿ ਗੁੰਦਾਈ ਪਟੀਆ ਭਰੀਐ ਮਾਗ ਸੰਧੂਰੇ ॥
ਅਗੈ ਗਈ ਨ ਮੰਨੀਆ ਮਰਉ ਵਿਸੂਰਿ ਵਿਸੂਰੇ ॥
ਮੈ ਰੋਵੰਦੀ ਸਭੁ ਜਗੁ ਰੁਨਾ ਰੁੰਨੜੇ ਵਣਹੁ ਪੰਖੇਰੂ ॥
ਇਕੁ ਨ ਰੁਨਾ ਮੇਰੇ ਤਨ ਕਾ ਬਿਰਹਾ ਜਿਨਿ ਹਉ ਪਿਰਹੁ ਵਿਛੋੜੀ ॥
ਸੁਪਨੈ ਆਇਆ ਭੀ ਗਇਆ ਮੈ ਜਲੁ ਭਰਿਆ ਰੋਇ ॥
ਆਇ ਨ ਸਕਾ ਤੁਝ ਕਨਿ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਭੇਜਿ ਨ ਸਕਾ ਕੋਇ ॥
ਆਉ ਸਭਾਗੀ ਨੀਦੜੀਏ ਮਤੁ ਸਹੁ ਦੇਖਾ ਸੋਇ ॥
ਤੈ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਕੀ ਬਾਤ ਜਿ ਆਖੈ ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਕਿਆ ਦੀਜੈ ॥
ਸੀਸੁ ਵਢੇ ਕਰਿ ਬੈਸਣੁ ਦੀਜੈ ਵਿਣੁ ਸਿਰ ਸੇਵ ਕਰੀਜੈ ॥
ਕਿਉ ਨ ਮਰੀਜੈ ਜੀਅੜਾ ਨ ਦੀਜੈ ਜਾ ਸਹੁ ਭਇਆ ਵਿਡਾਣਾ ॥1॥3॥

Wadahans, First Mehl, Second House:
The peacocks are singing so sweetly, O sister; the rainy season of Saawan has come.
Your beauteous eyes are like a string of charms, fascinating and enticing the soul-bride.
I would cut myself into pieces for the Blessed Vision of Your Darshan; I am a sacrifice to Your Name.
I take pride in You; without You, what could I be proud of?
So smash your bracelets along with your bed, O soul-bride, and break your arms, along with the arms of your couch.
In spite of all the decorations which you have made, O soul-bride, your Husband Lord is enjoying someone else.
You don't have the bracelets of gold, nor the good crystal jewelry; you haven't dealt with the true jeweller.
Those arms, which do not embrace the neck of the Husband Lord, burn in anguish.
All my companions have gone to enjoy their Husband Lord; which door should I, the wretched one, go to?
O friend, I may look very attractive, but I am not pleasing to my Husband Lord at all.
I have woven my hair into lovely braids, and saturated their partings with vermillion;
but when I go before Him, I am not accepted, and I die, suffering in anguish.
I weep; the whole world weeps; even the birds of the forest weep with me.
The only thing which doesn't weep is my body's sense of separateness, which has separated me from my Lord.
In a dream, He came, and went away again; I cried so many tears.
I can't come to You, O my Beloved, and I can't send anyone to You.
Come to me, O blessed sleep - perhaps I will see my Husband Lord again.
One who brings me a message from my Lord and Master - says Nanak, what shall I give to Him?
Cutting off my head, I give it to Him to sit upon; without my head, I shall still serve Him.
Why haven't I died? Why hasn't my life just ended? My Husband Lord has become a stranger to me. ||1||3||

Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Saturday, November 5. 2011 in Spirituality

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Ik Benti

ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਜੀ ਕਾ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਜੀ ਕਿ ਫਤਿਹ

ਪਿਛਲੇ ਕਈ ਹਫ਼ਤਿਆ ਤੋ ਦਾਸ ਕੁਛ ਵੀ ਲਿਖ ਨਹੀ ਸਕਿਆ ਅਤੇ ਨਾ ਹੀ ਵਿਚਾਰ ਸਾਂਝੇ ਕਰ ਸਕਿਆ ਹੈ । ਇਸ ਲਈ ਮੈਂ ਸਾਰਿਆ ਤੋ ਖਿਮਾ ਮੰਗਦਾ ਹਾਂ  ਪਰ ਇਹ ਵੀ ਮੇਰੇ ਹਥ ਵੱਸ ਨਹੀ, ਇਹ ਸਬ ਗੁਰੂ ਪਰਮੇਸ਼ਰ ਦੇ ਭਾਣੇ ਵਿਚ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਹੈ  ।

ਜੀਵਨ ਦੇ ਰੰਗ ਵੀ ਬਹੁਤ ਅਜਬ ਹਨ।  ਇਨਸਾਨ ਨੂੰ ਪਤਾ ਵੀ ਨਹੀ ਲਗਦਾ ਤੇ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਦਾ ਰੂਪ ਰੰਗ ਢੰਗ ਸਬ ਕੁਛ ਬਦਲ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ, ਆਪਣੇ ਪਰਾਏ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਹਨ, ਪਰਾਏ ਆਪਣੇ ਬਣ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਹਨ ।ਜੋ ਕਲ ਤਕ ਆਪਣੇ ਸੀ ਓਹ ਬੇਗਾਨੇ ਬਣ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਹਨ , ਜੋ ਆਪਣੇ ਨਜਦੀਕ ਸੀ ਓਹ ਦੂਰ ਚਲੇ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਹਨ । ਸੁਖ ਦੁਖ ਬਣ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਹਨ ਅਤੇ ਦੁਖ ਸੁਖ ਦਾ ਰੂਪ ਲੈ ਲੈਂਦੇ ਹਨ।
ਜੀਵਨ ਵਿਚ ਕਈ ਵਾਰ ਐਸੇ ਉਤਾਰ-ਚੜਾ  ਆ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਹਨ ਜੋ ਸਾਨੂ ਅੰਦਰ ਤਕ ਤੋੜ ਜਾਂਦੇ ਹਨ, ਕਈ ਵਾਰ ਮਨ ਦੁਖ ਵਿਚ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ, ਕਈ ਵਾਰ ਮੰਨ ਬੈਰਾਗੀ ਤੇ ਬਿਹਬਲ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ, ਕਈ ਵਾਰ ਸੰਸਾਰ ਤੋ ਉਪਰਾਮ ਹੋਇਆ ਮਨ ਅੰਤਰ ਆਤਮੇ ਬੈਠੇ ਪਿਤਾ ਨਾਲ ਹੀ ਲੜਦਾ ਰਹਿੰਦਾ ਹੈ । ਹਾਂ ਤਾ ਅਸੀਂ ਸਾਰੇ ਅਖੀਰ ਵਿਚ ਮਨੁਖ ਹੀ !
ਸੋ ਕੁਛ ਮਾਨਸਿਕ ਅਤੇ  ਸ਼ਰੀਰਕ ਮਜਬੂਰੀਆ ਕਰਕੇ ਦਾਸ ਸੇਵਾ ਤੋ ਦੂਰ ਹੈ, ਅਤੇ ਅਜੇ ਵੀ ਨਹੀ ਪਤਾ ਕੇ ਇਹ ਦੌਰ ਕਦ ਤਕ ਚਲਨਾ ਹੈ , ਏਸ ਕਰਕੇ ਮੈ ਸਾਰੇ ਵੀਰਾ-ਭੈਣਾਂ ਤੋ ਖਿਮਾ ਦਾ ਜਾਚਕ ਹਾਂ ਅਤੇ ਬੇਨਤੀ ਕਰਦਾ ਹਾਂ ਕਿ ਆਪਣੇ ਇਸ ਵੀਰ ਲਈ ਮਹਾਰਾਜ ਅੱਗੇ ਅਰਦਾਸ ਕਰਨ ।

ਪਰ ਜਿਵੇਂ ਕਿ ਸਾਡਾ ਨਿਸ਼ਾਨਾ ਸੀ ਅਤੇ ਹੈ , ਕਿ ਅਸੀਂ ਇਸ ਸਚ ਦੀ ਆਵਾਜ਼ ਨੂੰ ਬੁਲੰਦ ਰਖਣਾ ਹੈ, ਤਾਕੀ ਸਾਡੇ ਗੁਰੂਆ , ਸ਼ਹੀਦਾ ਅਤੇ ਮਹਾਪੁਰਸ਼ਾ ਵੱਲੋ ਚਲਾਇਆ ਇਹ ਸੰਘਰਸ਼ ਚੜ੍ਹਦੀ ਕਲਾ ਵਿਚ ਰਹੇ, ਜਦ ਤਕ ਕੇ ਅਸੀਂ ਫਤਿਹ ਪ੍ਰਾਪਤ ਨਹੀ ਕਰ ਲੈਂਦੇ ।
ਇਸੇ ਕਰਕੇ ਜਦ ਤਕ ਸਮਾਂ ਨਹੀ ਬਦਲਦਾ , ਦਾਸ ਦਾ ਸਾਥ ਦੇਣ ਵਾਲੇ ਵੀਰ ਸੇਵਾ ਨੂ ਜਾਰੀ ਰਖਣਗੇ।
ਜਿੰਨਾ ਵੀਰਾ ਨੂੰ ਦਾਸ ਨੇ ਇਹ ਸੇਵਾ ਵਾਸਤੇ ਬੇਨਤੀ ਕੀਤੀ ਹੈ, ਓਹ ਸਾਰੇ ਮਹਾਰਾਜ ਦੀ ਕਿਰਪਾ ਨਾਲ ਮੇਰਾ ਇਸ ਸੇਵਾ ਵਿਚ ਸ਼ੁਰੂ ਤੋ ਹਥ ਵੰਡਾ ਰਹੇ ਹਨ , ਅਤੇ ਓਹ ਹੁਣ ਵੀ ਇਸ ਪਰਚਾਰ ਨੂੰ  ਜਾਰੀ ਰਖਣਗੇ ।
ਸਾਡਾ ਨਿਸ਼ਾਨਾ ਸਿਰਫ ਇਕ ਵੇਬ-ਸਾਇਟ ਤੇ ਲੇਖ ਪਾਉਣਾ ਨਹੀ, ਸਾਡਾ ਨਿਸ਼ਾਨਾ ਹੈ ਅਸਲ ਜ਼ਿੰਦਗੀ ਵਿਚ ਸਿਖੀ ਨੂੰ ਲੈਕੇ ਜਾਣਾ, ਇਸ ਪਰਚਾਰ ਨੂੰ ਜ਼ਮੀਨੀ ਪਧਰ ਤੇ ਲੈਕੇ ਜਾਣਾ. ਇਸ ਵਾਸਤੇ ਵਖ ਵਖ ਦੇਸ਼ਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਬੈਠੇ ਸਾਡੇ ਵੀਰ ਉਪਰਾਲੇ ਵੀ ਕਰ ਰਹੇ ਹਨ ਅਤੇ ਇਸ ਸਚ ਦੀ ਆਵਾਜ਼ ਨੂੰ ਘਰ ਘਰ ਪਹੁੰਚਾਨ ਦਾ ਜੋ ਸਾਡਾ ਟੀਚਾ ਹੈ, ਓਹ ਸਤਿਗੁਰੁ ਸਚੇ ਪਾਤਸ਼ਾਹ ਜੀ ਦੀ ਕਿਰਪਾ ਨਾਲ ਜ਼ਰੂਰ ਪੂਰਾ ਹੋਇਗਾ ।

ਸੋ ਜਦ ਤਕ ਦਾਸ ਸ਼ਰੀਰਕ ਅਤੇ ਮਾਨਸਿਕ ਤੌਰ ਤੇ  ਮੁੜ ਸੇਵਾ ਕਰਨ ਵਾਸਤੇ ਤਿਆਰ ਬਾਰ ਤਿਆਰ ਨਹੀ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ, ਮੇਰੇ ਵੀਰ ਇਹ ਮੋਰਚਾ ਸੰਭਾਲਣਗੇ ਅਤੇ ਜੋ ਮਹਾਰਾਜ, ਸ਼ਹੀਦ ਸਿੰਘਾ ਅਤੇ ਸੰਤ ਬਾਬਾ ਜਰਨੈਲ ਸਿੰਘ ਜੀ ਖਾਲਸਾ ਵੱਲੋ ਇਹ ਸੰਘਰਸ਼ ਆਰੰਭ ਹੋਇਆ ਹੈ, ਉਸਦੀ ਜੋਤ ਨੂੰ ਪਵਿੱਤਰ ਸ਼ੁਧ ਰੂਪ ਵਿਚ ਜਗਦਾ ਰਖਣਗੇ ।
ਇਹੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਇਛਾ ਹੈ, ਇਹੀ ਮੇਰੀ ਅਰਦਾਸ ਹੈ !

ਦਾਸਨ ਦਾਸ -- ਕਮਲਜੀਤ ਸਿੰਘ ਸ਼ਹੀਦਸਰ 

Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Saturday, November 5. 2011

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Jin Prem Kio-6 (Preet-Reet)

Love- Its a small word, but the feeling, the power, the pure and blissful experience of Love is God itself. When we talk about Love, we talk about God, because Waheguru is Prem-saroop. Waheguru, in his purest, most blissful and merciful form is nothing else but Love ,Prem. Path of God is Path of Love, Prem Maarag. And those who walk on this path ultimately reach the highest state of Purity, of Bliss, of Infinity.

No doubt, path of love is full of hardships. Lovers have to walk on burning coals and sharp thorns, get cut to pieces, get boiled alive and sawed, have to walk with their head on palm, they have to bear the pain of separation, the pain which sometimes leads them to a painful physical death, but that doesn't kill the element of Love, because Love is Immortal. True Lovers face every pain, every sorrow, every hardship for their Beloved, to be near to their beloved, to be One with their Beloved. No amount of worldly obstacles, hardships can kill their Love, IF it is Love, because Love is Immortal.

Purity of Love is Supreme, deeds of True Love are Pure, but mere infatuation, Lust, short-lived attraction and weak minds leading to unholy and immoral deeds due to lust and fake attractions are immoral, unethical and impure.
Sikhi teaches Pure Love, True Love, because Light of Purity and Truth, Waheguru,is everywhere,in every Soul,in every heart.
This is the reason Baba Bulle Shah said-
ਮੰਦਿਰ ਢਾਹ ਦੇ, ਮਸਜਿਦ ਢਾਹ ਦੇ, ਢਾਹ ਦੇ ਜੋ ਕੁਝ ਢਹਿੰਦਾ,
ਇਕ ਕਿਸੇ ਦਾ ਦਿਲ ਨਾ ਤੋੜੀਂ, ਰੱਬ ਦਿਲਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਰਹਿੰਦਾਂ।

Today we are sharing with Sangat two beautiful Ghazals of One such Lover, Bhai Sahib Bhai Nand Laal ji, who sang these beautiful words in Love, remembrance and devotion of his Beloved, Guru Gobind Singh ji Maharaj.

Preet-Reet - The Tradition of Love

First Ghazal Bhai Nand Laal ji (Goya)

ਹਵਾ ਏ ਬੰਦਗੀ ਆਵੁਰਦ ਦਰ ਵਜੂਦ ਮਰਾ।
ਵਗਰਨਹ ਜ਼ੌਕਿ ਚੁਨੀਂ ਆਮਦਨ ਨਬੂਦ ਮਰਾ ॥
The thirst of your love and devotion brought me in this body
Else, I had no other reason or attraction to come in this body.

ਖੁਸ਼ ਬਵਦ ੳਮਰ ਕਿ ਦਰ ਯਾਦਿ ਬਿਗੁਜ਼ਰਦ।
ਵਰਨਹ ਚਿ ਹਾਸਲ ਅਸਤ ਅਜ਼ੀਂ ਗੁੰਬਦੇ ਕਬੂਦ ਮਰਾ॥
Only that life, which is passed in your remembrance, is meaningful
Else, what use are the years spent uselessly under this blue tomb (Blue Sky)?

ਦਰ ਆਂ ਜ਼ਮਾਂ ਕਿ ਨਿ ਆਈ ਯਾਦ ਮੇ ਮੀਰਮ।
ਬਗ਼ੈਰ ਯਾਦਿ ਤੋ ਜ਼ੀਂ ਜ਼ੀਸਤਨ ਚਿ ਸੂਦ ਮਰਾ॥
The moments, when you are not in my remembrance, I die.
What is the use of this life without your loving remembrance?

ਫਿਦਾ ਅਸਤ ਜਾਨੋ ਦਿਲੇ ਮਨ ਬ ਖਾਕੇ ਮੁਕਦਮੇ ਪਾਕ।
ਹਰ ਆਂ ਕਸੇ ਕਿ ਬਸੂਏ ਤੋ ਰਹ ਨਮੂਦ ਮਰਾ॥
My heart and Soul are dust of his holy feet,and I am Sacrifice to him,
Who shows me path to You O Beloved.

ਨਬੂਦ ਹੇਚ ਨਿਸਾਂ ਜ਼ਿ ਆਸਮਾਨੋ ਜ਼ਿਮੀਂ।
ਕਿ ਸ਼ੌਕਿ ਰੂਏ ਤੋ ਆਵੁਰਦ ਦਰ ਸਜੂਦ ਮਰਾ॥
There were no signs of existence,of Earth and Sky,
At the time, from when I have bowed my head for your blessed Vision.

ਬਗ਼ੈਰ ਯਾਦਿ ਤੋ ਗੋਯਾ ਨਮੇ ਤਵਾਨਮ ਜ਼ੀਸਤ।
ਬਸੂਏ ਦੋਸਤ ਰਿਹਾਈ ਦਿਹੰਦ ਜ਼ੂਦ ਮਰਾ॥
Without your pure and blissful remembrance, Goya cannot live,
Therefore, give me (the Soul) permission to leave (to my beloved).

Poetic translation of first Ghazal of Bhai Nand laal ji in Punjabi.

ਭਗਤੀ ਤਾਂਘ ਪੀਆ ਦੀ ਲੱਗੀ, ਤਨ ਖਾਕੀ ਵਿਚ ਆਏ- ਵਾਹ
ਨਹੀਂ ਤਾਂ ਚਾਅ ਆਵਣ ਦਾ ਕੀ ਸੀ, ਜਿਸ ਪਿਛੇ ੳਠ ਧਾਏ-ਵਾਹ?

ੳਮਰ ਚੰਗੇਰੀ ੳਹ ਹੈ ਜੇਹੜੀ, ਅੰਦਰ ਯਾਦ ਵਿਹਾਏ ਜੀ,
ਨੀਲੇ ਇਸ ਅਕਾਸ਼ੋਂ ਨਹੀਂ ਤਾਂ, ਕੀ ਕੁਝ ਲਾਭ ੳਠਾਏ –ਵਾਹ?

ਜਿਸ ਦਮ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮ ਯਾਦ ਨਾ ਆਵੇ, ੳਸੇ ਦਮ ਮਰ ਜਾਈਦਾ,
ਬਿਨ ਸਿਮਰਨ ਤੋਂ ਜੀਵਨ, ਵਾਂਗੂ ਸੁੰਝੇ ਮਹਿਲ ਵਿਹਾਏ –ਵਾਹ।

ਚਰਨਾਂ ਸੰਦੀ ਧੂੜ ਤਿਨਾਂ ਤੋਂ, ਤਨ ਮਨ ਸਦਕੇ ਸਾਡਾ ਏ।
ਭੁਲੇ ਭਟਕੇ ਪਕੜ ਜਿਨਾਂ ਨੂੰ, ਰਾਹ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮ ਦੇ ਪਾਏ-ਵਾਹ।

ਧਰਤੀ ਤੇ ਅਕਾਸ਼ ਪਤਾਲ ਦਾ, ਨਾ ਸੀ ਜਦੋਂ ਨਿਸ਼ਾਨ ਕੋਈ,
ਦਰਸ਼ਨ ਤਾਂਘ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਦੀ ਵਿਚ,ਅਸਾਂ ਸਿਰ ਸਜਦੇ ਵਿਚ ਪਾਏ –ਵਾਹ।

ਬਾਝੋਂ ਯਾਦ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਗੋਯਾ, ਜਿੰਦੜੀ ਮੂਲ ਨਾ ਰਹਿੰਦੀ ਏ,
ਜਲਦੀ ਰੁਖਸਤ ਦੇਵੋ ਸਾਨੂੰ, ਰੂਹ ਦੇਸ਼ ਪੀਆ ਦੇ ਜਾਏ –ਵਾਹ

Ghazal 2 -

In this second Ghazal, Bhai Nand Laal ji describes beauty of Satguru Guru Gobind Singh ji Maharaj's beautiful Kesh, his eyes, his smile, his different forms, forms where Satguruji is Be-Parwah Sant sometimes, and sometimes he is a disciplined General-Soldier. Bhai Sahib explains about Awastha and Love of Gursikhs who see their beloved Satguru as same in all the forms, as epitome of Love and in the end Bhai Sahib does Ardas that Satguru ji, bless me that my eyes always have blessed Darshan of your Saroop.
Dhan Satguru Guru Gobind Singh ji Maharaj.

ਦੀਨੋ ਦਮੰਦੋ ਦਰ ਕਮੰਦੇ ਆਂ ਪਰੀ ਰੁਖਸਾਰਿ ਮਾ।
ਹਰ ਦੋ ਆਲਮ ਕੀਮਤੇ ਯੱਕ ਤਾਰੇ ਮੂਏ ਯਾਰਿ ਮਾ॥
Earth and Heavens are in order of my fairy-faced beloved,
Both worlds are not equal to even one hair of my beloved (Guru Gobind Singh ji).

ਮਾ ਨਮੇ ਆਰੇਮ ਤਾਬੇ ਗ਼ਮਜ਼ ਏ ਮਿਗਯਾਨ ਊ।
ਯੱਕ ਨਿਗਾਹੇ ਜ਼ਾਂ ਫਿਜ਼ਾਇਸ਼ ਬਸ ਬਵਦ ਦਰਕਾਰਿ ਮਾ॥
I cannot stand the beauty and glow of your lovely smile,
His One Life-giving vision is enough for this needy soul.

ਘਾਹਿ ਸੂਫੀ ਗਾਹਿ ਜ਼ਾਹਦ ਗਾਹਿ ਕਲੰਦਰ ਮੇ ਸ਼ਵਦ।
ਰੰਗਾਏ ਮੁਖਤਲਿਫ ਦਾਰਦ ਬੁਤੇ ਅਯਾਰਿ ਮਾ॥
Sometimes he is like a Sufi, sometimes like an unworried Saint,
My witty beloved has many colourful forms.

ਕਦਰਿ ਲਾਲੇ ਊ ਬਜੁਜ਼ ਆਸ਼ਕ ਨ ਦਾਨਦ ਹੇਚ ਕਸ।
ਕੀਮਤੇ ਯਾਕੂਤ ਦਾਨਦ ਚਸ਼ਮਿ ਗੌਹਰ ਬਾਰਿ ਮਾ॥
Only true lovers know value of My Emerald Beloved.
The eyes, with pearls (tears) in them, know value of Diamond (Satguru ji).

ਹਰ ਨਫਸ ਗੋਯਾ ਬ ਯਾਦਿ ਨਰਗਸਿ ਮਖਮੂਰਿ ਊ।
ਬਾਦਾਹਾਇ ਸ਼ੌਕ ਮੇ ਨੋਸ਼ਦ ਦਿਲੇ ਹੁਸ਼ਿਆਰਿ ਮਾ॥
Every moment, from beauty of your addictive daffodil eyes,
My conscious heart drinks wine of Love.

Punjabi Poetic Translation of Ghazal-

ਦੀਨ ਤੇ ਦੁਨੀਆਂ ਦੋਂਵੇ ਬੱਧੇ, ਅੰਦਰ ਜ਼ੁਲਫ ਪਿਆਰੇ ਨੇ,
ਇਕ ਇਕ ਕੇਸ ਪੀਆ ਦੇ ੳਤੋਂ ਦੋਂਵੇ ਆਲਮ ਵਾਰੇ ਨੇ॥

ਝੱਲ ਨਾ ਸਕੀਏ ਤਾਬ ਓ ਪ੍ਰੀਤਮਾ, ਮਸਤਾਨੇ ਤੇਰੇ ਨਖਰੇ ਦੀ,
ਇਕੋ ਨਜ਼ਰ ਮਿਹਰ ਦੀ ਕਾਫੀ, ਮੰਗਦੇ ਦੀਨ ਵਿਚਾਰੇ ਨੇ॥

ਸੂਫੀ ਤੇ ਕਦੇ ਮਸਤ ਕਲੰਦਰ, ਕਰਮੀ ਵੀ ਬਣ ਜਾਂਦਾ ੳਹ,
ਰੰਗ ਬਿਰੰਗੇ ਭੇਸ ਵਟਾਏ, ੳਸ ਚਿੱਤ ਚੁਰਾਵਣਹਾਰੇ ਨੇ॥

ਲਾਲ ਮਾਹੀ ਦੀ ਕਦਰ ਪਵੇ, ਬਿਨ ਸੱਚੇ ਆਸ਼ਕ ਸਰਾਫ ਨਹੀੰ,
ਹੀਰਿਆਂ ਦੀ ਕੀਮਤ ੳਹ ਜਾਨਣ, ਨੈਣ ਜੋ ਰੋਵਣਹਾਰੇ ਨੇ॥

ਹਰਦਮ ਗੋਯਾ ਅੰਦਰ ਯਾਦੇ, ਨੈਣ ਤੇਰੇ ਮਸਤਾਨੇ ਦੀ,
ਪ੍ਰੇਮ ਪਿਆਲੇ ਪੀਂਦੇ ਹੁੰਦੇ, ਆਸ਼ਕ ਦਿਲ ਹੁਸ਼ਿਆਰੇ ਨੇ॥

Kamaljeet Singh ShaheedSar

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Jin Prem Kio- 5 (Vichora)


I wished to hear again a word from those holiest of the holy lips of Guru Arjan Dev himself, as
did once my forefathers in the Punjab. I panted for it. I thirsted for it. I cried like a child. I
wished to see him, the sweetest minstrel of divine love who lived with us once, and spoke to us
with a sweetness that no one has since been capable of bestowing on us. Would he meet me?
Where is he gone? Where dwells he now?
Messengers robed in white flames came in and took me into a little bright, fragrant sweet retreat
in my own house. There was the Treasure of his Songs. I fell down speechless at the feet of the
Song, at the Feet of His Disciple, who had given me that Treasure and also the zest in my soul
for its pure light and feet of the Master. The white-robed Messengers lifted me up and these
angels made me sit by the Treasure of Song. I felt at that entranced, blessed time that I was
sitting by the side of the Master himself. The angels sat in me and opened the Book of Songs
and they read and I listened. I felt, Guru Arjan Dev came in response to me as He had blessed
my ancestors of the Punjab. So is He still with me. I felt deeply comforted

Naam- The Only Healer

A Sikh peasant was noticed continuously to utter the Name of God- “Glory, Glory”- and they people of
the earth asked him why he repeated the same word to no purpose.
“I am not quite well,” said he;
“my skin smarts, it burns; I feel sharp needles piercing me all over, it is very painful. The air
burns me; I perspire, I feel sick; I cry-no one can save me from this hell-fire. And brothers! the
only cure for me is this ‘useless repetition’ of this pebble-like name ‘Wahe Guru’, ‘Wahe Guru’.
The only cure for me is this repetition of ‘Glory’, ‘Glory’ that you think useless.
My religion is this licking of saltless rocks.”
With this utterance, I feel as if I am having a dip in Pool Of Nectar.

Sleep needs no velvet beds; love knows not caste.
True religious feeling causes wounds of love deep within;
the devotee has no escape from its poignant pangs of ecstasy.
Beauty divine kills man with its fatal flashes, and he lives fluttering like a bird pierced with the hunter’s arrow.
The pain of ecstasy is his prayer. He has seen that Beauty which is seen everywhere and yet is forever
beyond the reach of the senses.

ਸੁਪਨੇ ਵਿਚ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਮਿਲੇ ਅਸਾਨੂੰ , ਅਸਾਂ ਧਾ ਗਲਵਕੜੀ ਪਾਈ
ਨਿਰਾ ਨੂਰ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਹਥ ਨਾ ਆਏ , ਸਾਡੀ ਕੰਬਦੀ ਰਹੀ ਕਲਾਈ

ਧਾ ਚਰਨਾ ਤੇ ਸੀਸ ਨਿਵਾਯਾ ਸਾਡੇ ਮਥੇ ਛੋਹ ਨਾ ਪਾਈ
ਤੁਸੀਂ ਓੱਚੇ ਅੱਸੀ ਨੀਵੇਂ ਸਾਂ ਸਾਡੀ ਪੇਸ਼ ਨਾ ਗਈਆ ਕਾਈ

ਫਿਰ ਲੜ ਫੜਨੇ ਨੂ ਉਠ ਦੌੜੇ ਪਰ ਲੜ ਓ ਬਿਜਲੀ -ਲਿਹਰਾ ,
ਉਡਦਾ ਜਾਂਦਾ , ਪਰ ਓਹ ਆਪਣੀ ਛੋਹ ਸਾਨੂੰ ਗਿਆ ਲਾਈ ;

In a dream you met;and I rushed to clasp you.
I spread my arms in the empty air to embrace you, but my hands could not touch you;
my arms remained empty, trembling with an unfulfilled desire.
But there was only a flash, a glimpse, that eluded my grasp.
Only my arms were quivering in the air with a strange ecstasy!

Bhai Vir Singh

KamalJeet Singh ShaheedSar

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Jin Prem Kio -4 ( Naam and Bairaag)

Naam in the words of Bhai Sahib Bhai Vir Singh Ji -

To know naam; to understand naam, you must have faith. Faith, that the Divine is all-pervading. Faith, that in the seen and unseen world, it is the Formless One that permeates. Faith, that invisible to the naked eye, the Pure Light of the Divine is in each and every being. Faith, that the Divine is eternal strength. Faith, that the power and ways of the Divine cannot be known by mortals, for the Divine is immortal.

When this eternal pure light meets with the spark of light within you, at that moment enlightenment takes place. Your life as you know it ceases. This pure light transforms you. Wonder and gratitude fill every pore of your being.

If this union does not take place, then you continue to live like an extinguished lamp, low in spirits and powerless to rise above worldly desires. This is the cause of pain and suffering. So train your mind to always remain in the presence of the Divine.

Think, when you remember someone, is your attention not that person? Attention is the essence in this world. When you give something your total attention, the work gets accomplished. But when the attention gets diverted, the work suffers. When a student gives his attention to his education, he gets educated. Similarly, if you focus your attention on the Divine and its attributes, you too will reap the benefits. So raise your consciousness above the seen world and focus your attention on the Divine.

When you begin to feel the love of the Divine within your mind and body, know that grace has been bestowed. This is naam.

Dyed in the love of the Divine you will see the Divine pervading everywhere. This is naam.

When your attention turns from the seen world, towards the Divine world, that is also naam.

Naam is not mere repetition.

Naam is repetition, recitation, remembrance and sensation.

Naam is life.

Naam is grace.

Naam is the divine light meeting the light within you.

Naam is love, devotion, ecstasy and rapture.

Naam is when in your remembrance of the Divine you feel a heavenly sensation on your tongue.

Naam is when all the cells in your body get immersed in the love of the Divine and the flow of blood through your veins resounds with the sensation of the Divine.

Every pore, every cell rejoices. At that moment, you are truly awake. You are truly alive.  


Bhai Sahib Bhai Vir Singh Ji's description of River Yamuna's thirst for Darshan of Satguru Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj --

From the Himalayan precipice
I plunge into the Torrent waters

Soul ablaze
I search
Once more

I crisscross
The paths
Traveled before
My eyes scan
Countless faces
There is not one
Like Him

I search
On and on

Months Years Centuries Roll
Yet No word Of Him

Disciplined yogis
Ascetic seers
Powerful mystics
Come to my shore

I ask,Where is He?

They say
He is Soul

Figure and form
He's blended
In Cosmic Light

Yogis, seers, mystics
Your learned answers
Don't slake,The fire of my soul

I wish to see
His form
I wish to see
His beauty.
I wish to see
My True King

Seeing His aigrette
Seeing His gold-tipped arrows
Seeing His high-strung bow
Would sooth my eyes.

Witnessing His laughter
Witnessing His sport
Witnessing His Song
Would appease my thirst

If He came
The fire of my soul
Would leap in joy
Every limb, every organ
Would burst with life

But If He is not
To revisit Paonta
And This torment
Was to awaken me

Then I welcome This eternal pain
I welcome This endless longing
I welcome this ever-lasting search

For I seek Only Him
Nothing else But Him

Let eons elapse
Let cycles roll
Let Him be
Where He wills

My search will never cease
My longing will never wane

When thoughts of Him
Flash on my soul
Million waves rise
Calling His Name

This misery is now my life
This misery is now my joy

His Hands Hold my strings
His arrow Lies in my heart

From land to water
From water to land
No goal in sight
Yet, I persist.

Blessed am I
In His pain
For me, there is
Nothing else

This is my story
A glimpse of Him A lifetime of agony
My Prayer,In His compassion
May He return?

My thirst persists
My eyes seek
My heart weeps
My soul appeals

Every wave Resounds His Name
I flow In His Name
I will be As I am now
Till He returns To my shores

He once camped at Paonta
Where is that veena Player
Whose music changed my life forever?

(Let this Ardas of Yamuna, this ardas coming out of Pure-heart of Gurmukh Piare Bhai Vir Singh ji, be Ardas of Our Soul, thirsting and longing for Darshan of Beloved Satguru, Beloved Father, Guru Gobind Singh Ji Maharaj)

Kamaljeet Singh ShaheedSar 

Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Tuesday, September 27. 2011 in Sant Mahapurakhs

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Simran- The Bond of Love

Simran is the ‘remembrance’ of Our True Father, Akaal Purakh Waheguru, Our Creator, our Preserver and Our Master.  

Simran is the bond between us and our father, it’s the bond of love which keeps us connected to him, always and everywhere. We don’t see him with our physical eyes, but truth is, Its He who is pervading everywhere, in skies, in stars and sun and moon, in breeze of wind, in flowers and plants and leaves, in mountains and forests, in birds and animals, in human beings and in Us.Its not He who is far, its we who are far from him. Its not his blessing vision which is not falling on us, its we who dont feel that Love and light falling on us.

Guru Nanak Dev Ji Maharaj says in His Baani---

ਸਿਰੀਰਾਗੁ ਮਹਲਾ 1 ਘਰੁ 4 ॥
ਤੂ ਦਰੀਆਉ ਦਾਨਾ ਬੀਨਾ ਮੈ ਮਛੁਲੀ ਕੈਸੇ ਅੰਤੁ ਲਹਾ ॥
ਜਹ ਜਹ ਦੇਖਾ ਤਹ ਤਹ ਤੂ ਹੈ ਤੁਝ ਤੇ ਨਿਕਸੀ ਫੂਟਿ ਮਰਾ ॥1॥
ਨ ਜਾਣਾ ਮੇਉ ਨ ਜਾਣਾ ਜਾਲੀ ॥
ਜਾ ਦੁਖੁ ਲਾਗੈ ਤਾ ਤੁਝੈ ਸਮਾਲੀ ॥1॥ ਰਹਾਉ ॥
ਤੂ ਭਰਪੂਰਿ ਜਾਨਿਆ ਮੈ ਦੂਰਿ ॥
ਜੋ ਕਛੁ ਕਰੀ ਸੁ ਤੇਰੈ ਹਦੂਰਿ ॥
ਤੂ ਦੇਖਹਿ ਹਉ ਮੁਕਰਿ ਪਾਉ ॥
ਤੇਰੈ ਕੰਮਿ ਨ ਤੇਰੈ ਨਾਇ ॥2॥
ਜੇਤਾ ਦੇਹਿ ਤੇਤਾ ਹਉ ਖਾਉ ॥
ਬਿਆ ਦਰੁ ਨਾਹੀ ਕੈ ਦਰਿ ਜਾਉ ॥
ਨਾਨਕੁ ਏਕ ਕਹੈ ਅਰਦਾਸਿ ॥
ਜੀਉ ਪਿੰਡੁ ਸਭੁ ਤੇਰੈ ਪਾਸਿ ॥3॥
ਆਪੇ ਨੇੜੈ ਦੂਰਿ ਆਪੇ ਹੀ ਆਪੇ ਮੰਝਿ ਮਿਆਨੁੋ ॥
ਆਪੇ ਵੇਖੈ ਸੁਣੇ ਆਪੇ ਹੀ ਕੁਦਰਤਿ ਕਰੇ ਜਹਾਨੁੋ ॥
ਜੋ ਤਿਸੁ ਭਾਵੈ ਨਾਨਕਾ ਹੁਕਮੁ ਸੋਈ ਪਰਵਾਨੁੋ ॥4॥31॥

We wish to see him, but we always try to see him outside of us, different from us. But Satguru Maharaj asked us not to see him different from us, but ‘within us’, and simran is the light which will remove the darkness from our minds, intellect and take us to the divine palace of Our Father to have his Darshan, within Our Own self.

     Books can be written on this topic, but this is not just about reading or writing books, or for showing to the world, this is not about boasting of your spirituality and religiousness to the world, of how many paath you did or how much you have done,  its all about Love, Love we have with our Father. Nothing except Pure Love can be the light, be the bond, be the ship which will take us to him, and that Pure Love, True Love, Deep Love we have for him is called Simran, when we live in his remembrance, longing for him, his vision, his merciful glance, the feeling of him placing his divine hand on our heads.

Simran is never without Love, without longing, without devotion. Waheguru Akaal Purakh is always and everywhere with us.
Once daas was sitting in Sangat of a Mahapurakh years ago, and I asked Mahapurkho, is there something Waheguru ‘can never do’?
They smiled and said, ‘Yes, He cannot do two things. One, he cannot throw you out of his creation, and second he cannot go far from you for even a second’!    
I and everyone else sitting there were amazed. Those who understood what they said were amazed, as these two bachans were ‘The Brahmgian’, the divine knowledge.
It is just the limit, the extent of Love we can imagine. Waheguru loves us so much that he cannot leave us for even a second, even if we don’t love him, remember him or thirst for his Darshan. Waheguru cannot throw us out of his creation as no part of this creation, not even an inch is without him.

ਤੂੰ ਸਭਨੀ ਥਾਈ ਜਿਥੈ ਹਉ ਜਾਈ ਸਾਚਾ ਸਿਰਜਣਹਾਰੁ ਜੀਉ ॥
ਸਭਨਾ ਕਾ ਦਾਤਾ ਕਰਮ ਬਿਧਾਤਾ ਦੂਖ ਬਿਸਾਰਣਹਾਰੁ ਜੀਉ ॥

Waheguru is everywhere, all the time, and when we start walking on his Path of love, Prem-Marag, these words become our own experience. As said earlier, much can be written, read, talked and listened, but Param-Anand is obtained only after the experience. Simran , true Simran with a heart full of love is the key, is the light.

These are some great words of Gurmukh Piare Bhai Sahib Bhai Vir Singh ji regarding Simran. I hope they’ll help us on our path to Waheguru.

1. ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਗੁਰੂ-ਮੰਤ੍ਰ ਹੈ ਇਸ ਦੇ ਸਿਮਰਨ ਨਾਲ ਸਭ ਕੁਝ ਪ੍ਰਾਪਤ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ ।
2. ਨਾਮ ਆਪ ਹੀ ਜਪਣਾ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਹੈ ।ਜਿਹੜਾ ਰੋਟੀ ਖਾਏਗਾ, ਉਹੀ ਰੱਜੇਗਾ ।
3. ਸਿਮਰਨ ਰਸਨਾ ਨਾਲ ਕਰਨਾ ਹੈ, ਫਿਰ ਇਹ, ਆਪ ਹੀ ਹਿਰਦੇ ਵਿੱਚ ਲਹਿ ਜਾਂਦਾ
ਹੈ। ਗੁਰਮੁਖਾਂ ਦੀ ਸੰਗਤ ਇਸ ਨੂੰ ਆਸਾਨ ਕਰ ਦੇਂਦੀ ਹੈ ।
4. ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ-ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਕਰਨ ਦਾ, ਸਾਡੇ ਮਨ ਤੇ, ਹਰ ਹਾਲਤ ਵਿੱਚ ਅਸਰ ਹੁੰਦਾ ਹੈ
। ਇਸ ਨਾਲ ਸਾਡੇ ਵਿਚ ਕੋਮਲਤਾ ਆ ਜਾਂਦੀ ਹੈ, ਚੰਗੇ ਤੇ ਮੰਦੇ ਦੀ ਤਮੀਜ਼ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦੀ ਹੈ ਤੇ ਮਨ ਬੁਰਾਈ ਤੋਂ ਪ੍ਰਹੇਜ਼ ਕਰਨ ਲੱਗ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹ।
5. ਨਾਮ ਵਿੱਚ ਸ਼ਕਤੀ ਹੈ ਪਵਿਤ੍ਰ ਕਰਨ ਦੀ, ਬਦਲ ਦੇਣ ਦੀ । ਇਸ ਵਿੱਚ ਸ਼ੱਕ ਨਹੀ  ਜਿਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਵਿਚ ਨਾਮ ਜਪਣ ਨਾਲ ਤਬਦੀਲੀ ਨਹੀ ਆਈ, ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਨੇ ਨਿਰਮਲ ਨਾਮ ਧਿਆਨ ਨਾਲ ਨਹੀਂ ਜਪਿਆ ।
6. ਸਿਮਰਨ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਮੈਲ ਕੱਟਦਾ ਹੈ, ਇਸ ਲਈ ,ਹੋ ਸਕਦਾ ਹੈ, ਇਸ ਵਿੱਚ ਪਹਿਲਾਂ ਦਿਲ ਨਾ ਲੱਗੇ । ਜੱਦੋਂ ਮਨ ਨਿਰਮਲ ਹੋ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ, ਤਾਂ ਸਿਮਰਨ ਵਿੱਚ ਰਸ ਆਉਣ ਲਗ ਪੈਂਦਾ ਹੈ, ਫਿਰ ਛੱਡਣ ਨੂੰ ਜੀਅ ਨਹੀਂ ਕਰਦਾ ।
7. ਦਿਲ ਟਿਕੇ ਜਾਂ ਨਾ ਟਿਕੇ, ਨਾਮ ਬਾਣੀ ਨਹੀਂ ਛਡਣੀ । ਜੋ ਲੱਗੇ ਰਹਿਣਗੇ, ਉਹਨਾਂ ਲਈ ਉਹ ਸਮਾਂ ਵੀ ਆਏਗਾ, ਜਦੋਂ ਮਨ ਦਾ ਟਿਕਾੳ ਪ੍ਰਾਪਤ ਹੋ ਜਾਵੇਗਾ । ਜੋ ਤੁਰੇ ਰਹਿਣਗੇ, ਭਾਵੇ ਮੱਧਮ ਚਾਲ ਹੀ ਸਹੀ, ਉਨ੍ਹਾਂ ਦੀ ਹੀ ਮੰਜ਼ਲ ਤੇ ਪਹੁੰਚਣ ਦੀ ਆਸ ਹੋ ਸਕਦੀ ਹੈ ।
8. ਨਾਮ, ਪਾਪ ਤੇ ਦੁਖ ਕੱਟਦਾ ਹੈ । ਸਿਮਰਨ ਦੇਹ ਨੂੰ ਵੀ ਅਰੋਗ ਕਰਦਾ ਹੈ ਤੇ ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਦੇ ਨੇੜੇ ਵੀ ਲੈ ਜਾਂਦਾ ਹੈ, ਇਸ ਨਾਲ ਅਸੀਂ ਅੰਤਰਮੁਖ ਹੁੰਦੇ ਜਾਵਾਂਗੇ ।
9. ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਦਾ ਇਕ ਵਾਰੀ ਨਾਮ ਲੈ ਕੇ ਜੇ ਫ਼ੇਰ ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਕਹਿਣ ਨੂੰ ਜੀਅ ਕਰੇ ਤਾਂ ਇਹ ਸਮਝੋ ਕਿ ਸਿਮਰਨ ਸਫਲ ਹੋ ਰਿਹਾ ਹੈ ਤੇ ਮੈਲ ਕਟ ਰਹੀ ਹੈ ਤੇ ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਦਾ ਸ਼ੁਕਰ ਕਰੋ ਜੋ ਉਸਨੇ ਬੜੀ ਮਿਹਰ ਕੀਤੀ ਹੈ ਜੋ ਤੁਹਾਨੂੰ ਨਾਮ ਬਖਸ਼ਿਆ ਹੈ ਤੇ ਨਾਮ ਦਾ ਪਿਆਰ ਲਗਾ ਦਿੱਤਾ ਹੈ ।
10. ਸਿਮਰਨ ਦੇ ਅਭਿਆਸ ਨਾਲ ਤੁਸੀਂ ਪਰਮਾਰਥ ਦੇ ਰਸਤੇ ਤੇ ਤਰੱਕੀ ਕਰ ਰਹੇ ਹੋ , ਇਸ ਦੀਆਂ ਨਿਸ਼ਾਨੀਆਂ ਹਨ :

  •  ਇਕ ਵਾਰੀ ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਆਖ ਕੇ ਫ਼ੇਰ ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ ਕਹਿਣ ਨੂੰ ਜੀਅ ਕਰੇ

  •  ਨਾਮ ਵਿੱਚ ਦਿਨ-ਬ-ਦਿਨ ਭਰੋਸਾ ਵੱਧੇ ।

  •  ਵਿਕਾਰ, ਬੁਰਿਆਈਆਂ ਘਟਦੀਆਂ ਜਾਣ ।

  •  ਅੰਮ੍ਰਿਤ ਵੇਲੇ ਉਠ ਕੇ ਨਾਮ ਵਿੱਚ ਸੁਰਤ ਜੁੜੇ ਤੇ ਰਸ ਆਵੇ ।

11. ਨਾਮ ਨੇ ਸਦਾ ਨਾਲ ਰਹਿਣਾ ਹੈ, ਇਸ ਦੇ ਜਪਣ ਦੀ ਅੰਤਮ ਸੁਆਸਾਂ ਤਕ ਲੋੜ ਹੈ।ਇਸ ਲਈ ਜ਼ਰੂਰੀ ਹੈ ਕਿ ਗੁਰਸਿੱਖ ਗੁਰੂ ਗ੍ਰੰਥ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਜੀ ਦੀ ਬਾਣੀ ਦਾ ਪਾਠ, ਅਰਥ-ਵੀਚਾਰ ਸਹਿਤ, ਰੋਜ਼ ਜਿਤਨਾ ਵੀ ਹੋ ਸਕੇ,ਪਿਆਰ ਨਾਲ ਕਰਨ ।
12. ਗੁਰਬਾਣੀ ਨੂੰ ਵਿਚਾਰ ਕੇ ਅਮਲ ਵਿੱਚ ਲਿਆਉਣ ਨਾਲ, ਨਾਮ ਵਿੱਚ ਸੁਰਤ ਵਧੇਰੇ ਜੁੜਦੀ ਹੈ।
13. ਕੀਰਤਨ ਅਤੇ ਸ਼ਬਦ ਵੀਚਾਰ ਇਸ ਵਿੱਚ ਬਹੁਤ ਸਹਾਈ ਹੁੰਦੇ ਹਨ।
14. ਜਮਾਂ ਦੀ ਡਾਢੀ ਮਾਰ ਤੋਂ ਬਚਣ ਲਈ ਇਸੇ ਜੀਵਨ ਵਿੱਚ ਸਿਮਰਨ ਕਰਨਾ ਅਤਿ ਜ਼ਰੂਰੀ ਹੈ ।
15. ਜਿਸ ਤਰ੍ਹਾਂ ਆਪ ਜੀ ਹੋਰ ਸਾਰੇ ਕੰਮਾਂ ਵਾਸਤੇ ਉਦਮ ਕਰਦੇ ਹੋ, ਸਿਮਰਨ ਵਾਸਤੇ ਵੀ ਉਦਮ ਆਪ ਜੀ ਨੂੰ ਹੀ ਕਰਨਾ ਪਵੇਗਾ ।

ਸਿਮਰਨ ਨਾ ਕਰਨ ਵਾਲਿਆਂ ਲਈ ਗੁਰਬਾਣੀ ਵਿੱਚ ਹੁਕਮ :

ਪਰਮੇਸਰ ਕੈ ਦੁਆਰੈ ਜਿ ਹੋਇ ਬਿਤੀਤੈ ਸੁ ਨਾਨਕੁ ਆਖਿ ਸੁਣਾਵੈ ॥
ਅੰਗ 373
ਜਿਨੀ ਨਾਮੁ ਵਿਸਾਰਿਆ ਬਹੁ ਕਰਮ ਕਮਾਵਹਿ ਹੋਰਿ ॥ ਨਾਨਕ ਜਮ ਪੁਰਿ ਬਧੇ ਮਾਰੀਅਹਿ
ਜਿਉ ਸੰਨ੍‍ੀ ਉਪਰਿ ਚੋਰ ॥
ਅੰਗ 1247
ਜਿਨੀ ਨਾਮੁ ਵਿਸਾਰਿਆ ਸੇ ਹੋਤ ਦੇਖੇ ਖੇਹ ॥
ਅੰਗ 1006
ਜਬ ਲਗੁ ਹੁਕਮੁ ਨ ਬੂਝਤਾ ਤਬ ਹੀ ਲਉ ਦੁਖੀਆ ॥ ਗੁਰ ਮਿਲਿ ਹੁਕਮੁ ਪਛਾਣਿਆ ਤਬ
ਹੀ ਤੇ ਸੁਖੀਆ ॥
ਅੰਗ 400
ਤੇ ਗੁਰੂ ਸਾਹਿਬ ਜੀ ਦਾ ਹੁਕਮ ਤਾਂ ਇਕੋ ਹੀ ਹੈ :- ਏਕੋ ਨਾਮੁ ਹੁਕਮੁ ਹੈ ਨਾਨਕ
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਿ ਦੀਆ ਬੁਝਾਇ ਜੀਉ ॥
ਅੰਗ 72
ਹੁਕਮਿ ਰਜਾਈ ਜੋ ਚਲੈ ਸੋ ਪਵੈ ਖਜਾਨੈ ॥ ਖੋਟੇ ਠਵਰ ਨ ਪਾਇਨੀ ਰਲੇ ਜੂਠਾਨੈ ॥
ਅੰਗ 421/421
ਈਹਾ ਖਾਟਿ ਚਲਹੁ ਹਰਿ ਲਾਹਾ ਆਗੈ ਬਸਨੁ ਸੁਹੇਲਾ ॥
ਅੰਗ 13
ਉਦਮੁ ਕਰਹੁ ਵਡਭਾਗੀਹੋ ਸਿਮਰਹੁ ਹਰਿ ਹਰਿ ਰਾਇ ॥ ਨਾਨਕ ਜਿਸੁ ਸਿਮਰਤ ਸਭ ਸੁਖ
ਹੋਵਹਿ ਦੂਖੁ ਦਰਦੁ ਭ੍ਰਮੁ ਜਾਇ ॥
ਅੰਗ 456

Rememeber, path of Waheguru is path of Love, devotion, dedication, its not about the world, its about Him and Us. The day we realize the personal bond we have with our Loving Father, that is the day we'll experience Param-Anand.

One more thing, never feel alone on this path, Guru Nanak, Our True Master holds our hand on this Journey.

Kamaljeet Singh ShaheedSar

Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Monday, September 26. 2011

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Jin Prem Kio-3

When heart is consumed into the chambers of sorrows

When pain lulls as you lay in the cradle of arrows

Don’t be panicked by the roars of these rising waves

They’ll crawl to be tiny before His foot that saves…

Moments of despair, the real focus, life misses

Kindle the dying flames of dedication by His promises

No darkness can be too thick to make you blind

As you dare to discover His grace in the musing wind….

Even our friendly shadow may deny to follow

When life seems to be joyless and hollow

Around you His invisible arms will ever hover

As an impenetrable shield He will surely cover…

No piercing blame is too severe to hear

No painful cross is too heavy to bear

No fiery blazes of life is too intense to embrace

As we rest in His arms wrapped by His grace…

His hands framed you within the closed walls of womb

Hasn’t He promised to lead you even beyond the tomb?

In the trying hours you will hear His whispers of grace

Know you are never left alone in your struggling race…

Every flower that blossoms

Every dew that descends

Every bird that sings

Every star that twinkles

Every rays of sun that awake the earth from slumber

Every breath that slips out of our soul

Is the gift of God and happily assures

God still loves and cares for you and me.

May His presence anoint you with promising security

And glisten your path until you merge into the bliss of eternity

Filled with the brilliance of hope, let your heart sing

For He will ever carry you on Eagle’s wings…!

'A prayer for everyone'

Kamaljeet Singh ShaheedSar

Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Friday, September 23. 2011

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Jin Prem Kio -2

Bhai Kantha had one wish whole his life, having darshan of Satguru Hargobind Sahib. He lived on outskirts of village Bhai Ki Daroli and remembered Maharaj everyday. From the day he heard about Maharaj’s greatness, mercy and divinity, he continuously did ardas to Maharaj to bless him with his Darshan. Only thing which he rued was, He was ‘Soorma’, his eyes were not able to see anything on this world from the day he was born. He used to say, maharaj only if you had given me eyes, I’d come to Sri Amritsar to have your darshan on my own feet. His thirst for maharaj’s darshan increased with every passing day.

            As days passed, Maharaj came to visit Bhai Ki Daroli, where Maharaj’s brother-in-law Bhai Sai Daas lived. He had built a new house and wanted Maharaj to first stay in it for few days.

Those were days of summer and Malwa used to be very hot, as it was desert area. One afternoon, imbued in Maharaj’s love, Bhai Kantha asked his attendant to take him outside. It was afternoon and Bhai sahib walked into desert. There he sat down on a sand dune and asked the attendant to go back. Here Bhai Kantha enjoined his conscious-ness with Maharaj’s Naam and did ardas to Maharaj to come and liberate him, bless him. As Bhai Sahib sat in scorching heat on burning sand, Guru Hargobind Sahib ji’s forehead started sweating. Slowly Maharaj’s clothes got wet with sweat. Bhai Sai Daas was doing Pakhe di sewa (fanning) Maharaj. Suddenly Maharaj got up from his bed and ran towards his horse. Getting on horse, Maharaj started riding towards the place where Bhai Kantha was sitting in deep Samadhi, longing for Maharaj’s darshan. Hazoori Singhs followed Maharaj in desert. Maharaj reached the spot and un-mounted from his horse and went upto Bhai Sahib. Maharaj said, Bhai Kantha, I’m here.

'Who'? Asked Bhai Kantha .
'I’m the one whom you are waiting for in this burning desert' Maharaj replied.

Hearing this, tears started rolling down Bhai sahib’s eyes. He said, all these days, I’ve been longing for your darshan and now you are in front of me, but I , the cursed one can’t see you. And saying this, Bhai Kantha ji fell on Maharaj’s feet.

Satguru ji, lifted up Bhai Kantha and moved his hands on Bhai Kantha’s wet closed eyes, and said ‘ Open them and see me ‘. As Bhai Sahib opened his eyes, he saw Lord of Two worlds, Miri Piri de Maalik Satguru Hargobind Sahib standing in front of him. With his thirsty eyes, he drank the nectar of Maharaj’s Darshan. Looking at Maharaj’s merciful eyes, beautiful face, Saabat-soorat, kalgi and dastar, and two talwars, Bhai Kantha got lost in bliss.

Suddenly holding Maharaj’s hand, he said, ‘Maharaj, please take back this eye-sight.’
Maharaj said, ‘ Kantha, what we give once, we don’t take back. That’s not ‘birad’ of Guru Nanak’s house.

Bhai Kantha then fell at feet of Maharaj and prayed, ‘Maharaj, whole my life I wished to have eyesight, to see this world, and today I have the eye-sight but I don’t want to see the world. I saw you, and with the eyes I saw you, I don’t want to see anything else. I want your beautiful saroop imbued in my mind, in my conscience. If you don’t want to take back these eyes, then I don’t want to live and see this world, its koor-tamasha, its falsehood. I don’t want to lose this vision of you, this love of yours, this mercy. Please, I beg you, I have got what I wanted, and I don’t want to live any more.’

Hearing Bhai Kantha’s Ardas, Maharaj sat down on burning sand, bonded in love of his Gursikh and Bhai Kantha lay down on sand, with his Head in Maharajs lap. Having the divine darshan of Guru Hargobind Sahib Ji, Bhai Kantha closed his eyes. Saying Waheguru, Maharaj placed his hands on Bhai Kantha’s Dasam Dwaar and liberated his beloved Gursikh.

Till then hazoori Gursikhs had reached the spot and seeing the beautiful game of love between Guru and Sikh, all were in tears. Maharaj asked Sikhs to prepare a pyre for Bhai Kantha. Maharaj set alight pyre of his beloved Gursikh with his own hands.

Bhai Kantha, only Gursikh other than Baba Buddha Ji and Bhai Gurdas ji whose pyre was lit by Maharaj himself.

‘’Jin prem kio, tin hee prabh paayo’’

Kamaljeet Singh ShaheedSar

Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Tuesday, September 20. 2011 in History

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