WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

Once, there was discussion about God. Guru Ji asked, "Brothers! Who was the king during Kabir's life-time?"
Then, some old persons said, "Humanyoo".

Someone said, "Pithora".

One said, "Sikandar".

One said, "Madan Paal was the king".

There was a big debate for a long time. Guru Ji continued to listen.

“We cannot reach them; the God's men are high. The castes, 'varnas' and kingdoms, all remain lower.”

They all became silent. The Sikhs asked, "O True King! Why did you ask? Please tell yourself".

Guru Ji said, "This is the glory of 'Naam'. Kabir was a poor weaver. Everyone knows him. And the king was the owner of large kingdoms of the world, no one knows him (now). See the glory of the 'Name'. There were thousands of Pandits, Shah, astrologers, kings, but all are unknown (now). By the grace of 'Name', Kabir is called the knowledgeable and 'Sidh' (perfect). O Sikhs! The 'Name' is great. It was 'Sikandar Shah' (who was the king during the lifetime of Kabeer). He conquered India, he bowed before Kabir Ji after seeing the miracle of Kabir. O Sikhs! He, who repeats the 'Name', is the Sikh of the Guru. Repeat the 'Name' and do the 'seva' (service) with thy hands."

 DHAN DHAN SRI GURU GOBIND SINGH JI MAHARAJ 

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

If you can look at the sunset and smile,
then you still have hope.

If you can find beauty in the colors of a small flower,
then you still have hope.

If you can find pleasure in the movement of a butterfly,
then you still have hope.

If the smile of a child can still warm your heart,
then you still have hope.

If you can see the good in other people,
then you still have hope.

If the rain breaking on a roof top can still lull you to sleep,
then you still have hope.

If the sight of a rainbow still makes you stop and stare in wonder,
then you still have hope.

If the soft fur of a favored pet still feels pleasant under your fingertips,
then you still have hope.

If you meet new people with a trace of excitement and optimism,
then you still have hope.

If you give people the benefit of a doubt,
then you still have hope.

If you still offer your hand in friendship to others that have touched your life,
then you still have hope.

If receiving an unexpected card
or letter still brings a pleasant surprise,
then you still have hope.

If the suffering of others still fills your with pain and frustration,
then you still have hope.

If you refuse to let a friendship die,
or accept that it must end,
then you still have hope.

If you look forward to a time or place of quiet and reflection,
then you still have hope.

If you still buy the ornaments,
put up the Christmas tree or cook the supper,
then you still have hope.

If you can look to the past and smile,
then you still have hope.

If, when faced with the bad,
when told everything is futile,
you can still look up and end the conversation with the phrase..."yeah...BUT.,"
then you still have hope.

Hope is such a marvelous thing.
It bends, it twists, it sometimes hides,
but rarely does it break.
It sustains us when nothing else can.
It gives us reason to continue and courage to move ahead,
when we tell ourselves we'd rather give in.

Hope puts a smile on our face
when the heart cannot manage.

Hope puts our feet on the path
when our eyes cannot see it.

Hope moves us to act
when our souls are confused of the direction.

Hope is a wonderful thing,
something to be cherished and nurtured,
and something that will refresh us in return.
And it can be found in each of us,
and it can bring light into the darkest of places.
NEVER LOSE HOPE!

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

I have in my hands two boxes
Which God gave me to hold
He said, "Put all your sorrows in the black,
And all your joys in the gold."

I heeded his words, and in the two boxes
Both my joys and sorrows I store
But though the gold became heavier each day
The black was as light as before.

With curiosity, I opened the black
I wanted to find out why
And I saw, in the base of the box, a hole
Which my sorrows had fallen out by.

I showed the hole to God, and mused aloud,
"I wonder where my sorrows could be."
He smiled a gentle smile at me.
"My child, they're all here with me."

I asked, "God, why give me the boxes,
"Why the gold, and the black with the hole?"
"My child, the gold is for you to count your blessings,
the black is for you to let go."

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

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Cobra Singh- meamsab nal gal karwa. :happy:
Naukar- meamsab tan sahab ke saath kamre mein saun rahi hai.  :scared:
Cobra singh- par sahab tan main haan, :angry:
N- hun ki karan? :lost:
...Cobra- dovan nu maar de, :thaa:

MAARAN TON BAAD

N- laashan da ki karan, :lost:
cobra singh- ghar de piche plot ch dab de, :love:
N- par aapne ghar de pichhe tan plot hai ni. :lost:
cobra singh- 9876543210 number ton ni bolde, :he:
Naukar- nahi, :
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On a positive note I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and Placed Diwali lights.

I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life.

I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life."

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back.

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others, your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one.

I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch...holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

People will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn.

WAHEGURU JI KA KHALSA WAHEGURU JI KI FATEH

Wahegurujiakkhalsawahegurujikifateh

One time Baba Sri Chand Ji and Bhai Chaliya Ji were sat on a bank of a river waiting to cross it. That day the tide was very high. Bhai Chaliya Ji who had done sangat of Baba Ji for a long time knew that Baba Ji was blessed with spiritual powers as a direct result of the Naam Kamaiya he had undertaken. After waiting for a long time Bhai Chaliya Ji requested Baba Ji to somehow transport them across using his powers.

Baba Sri Chand looked at Bhai Chaliya Ji and said, “It is very easy to use Ridd Sidh, in fact we could use this stone that we are sat on to take us across the whole river.”

When Baba Ji said this the stone began to levitate in the air. Baba Ji angrily looked at the stone and said that he was giving updesh not hukam and that the stone should take it's place on the ground. Baba Ji then continued and said, “It is much harder not to use them but this is the path that the true seekers of Akaal Purakh tread on.”

Bhai Chaliya Ji smiled and said, “Baba Sri Chand Ji you are such an elevated soul who has done so much Naam abhiyaas and who are above Ridd Sidh why is that Dhan Dhan Satguru Sri Guru Nanak Dev Ji Maharaj chose Bhai Lehna Ji rather than you?”

Baba Ji looked at Bhai Chaliya Ji and said, “Bhai Chaliya Ji I saw Guru Sahib as my father. Bhai Lehna Ji (Dhan Dhan Satguru Sri Guru Angad Dev Ji Maharaj) saw him as God.”

(Loose translation from Punjabi Katha, originally transcribed in Jeevani Baba Sri Chand)

What do you see Guruji as?

"Let us sing the praises of Nanak, King of kings of both worlds
The whole world is His temple, congregations sing sweet songs in His praise
Millions of goddesses kindle holy lights in His honor
All the gods sing psalms of His praises
All wash His lotus feet
The Sun and moon illuminate Him with their radiance
He is garlanded with mountains of flowers The True Master,
the fountain of Light is merciful to the poor
The king of the winds fans Him while saints and sages meditate on His holiness
The whole universe vibrates with His celestial song
The bells ring out - Onkar
Continuously illuminating the heavens
He is one with God whose name is Truth In Nanak saints find their support
Siri Chand, Nanak's son, declares Nanak is unattainable, unfathomable, unshakeable and pure
Whoever sings Emperor Nanak's praises resides in heaven and achieves complete salvation
Oh kind master: give protection to those who seek your shelter.
Oh Nanak: You are the savior we are just your children"

These beautiful words of praise for Guru Nanak are the words of Baba Siri Chand ji written in praise of his father, Guru Nanak and sung by him and the entire sangat as they welcomed the great Guru home from his third Udasi (world pilgrimage) with flowers and candlelight.”

Wahegurujikakhalsawahegurujikifateh

Nanak speaks in praise of God not as a pundit, but as if inebriated. His words aren't those of a scholar, but rather they express a person completely steeped in the wine of love; therefore the repetitions. They are words spoken in a state of ecstasy, just as you see a drunkard going along the road repeating himself over and over and over again. Nanak is completely inebriated with some profound intoxicant, so he also indulges in repetition.

Babar, the Moghul, invaded India. Taking Nanak to be of doubtful character, he had him imprisoned along with others. But gradually the news began to reach Babar that there was a unique prisoner who created around him a strange atmosphere, a spirit of intoxication, and he kept singing happily all day. Babar thought such a man cannot be imprisoned who has an internal freedom that cannot be put in chains, so he sent Nanak a message to come and see him. Nanak replied, "You will have to come and visit, O king, for Nanak is in that realm from which visiting people is out of the question." So Babar himself went to the prison to see. He was very impressed by Nanak's personality. He brought him to the palace and offered him the choicest wine. Nanak laughed and sang a song in which he told the king that Nanak has already tasted the wine of God, now no other wine can affect him. The king would do well to drink from Nanak's wine instead of the ordinary wine.

These are songs of a drunkard. Nanak sings away like a small child or like a drunkard. He is not guided by any rule or conditions, nor has he tried to beautify his language. His poems are like uncut stones.

When a poet writes, he writes and rewrites and makes a thousand changes. He worries about the grammar, he worries about the rhythm, the meter, the words. He makes many changes. Even a poet the caliber of Rabindranath Tagore used to do this. His diaries are full of cuts and rewrites.
Nanak's words are different. They are not changed and arranged. They are just as Nanak uttered them. These are words that were spoken and not written; therefore no account is kept of the rhythm or the cadence or even the language. If it has a meter, it is the meter of the soul; if there is any grammar, it is not of man, but of God. If you find any rhythm in it, it is the rhythm of the ecstasy and intoxication within. This is why whenever anyone asked Nanak a question he would say, "Listen!" then Mardana, his close disciple, would pick up his instrument and Nanak would sing.
Remember this, otherwise you will be confused at Nanak's constant repetition. You will wonder why he keeps saying His attributes are priceless, His worth is priceless... again and again. These are words spoken in ecstasy, not words repeated from somewhere; these are words that hummed within him. It did not matter if others heard. If you keep this in mind, Nanak's words will reveal countless depths.

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......Nanak talks of Him for His very name is a source of bliss. He mentions Him at the slightest excuse, for it gives much joy. It seems he has nothing else to talk about. To introduce the subject is to knock at His door and when you talk of Him, the door opens. Have you ever noticed how a mother is always talking of her newborn child? Whether she talks to the neighbors, to her visitors, to the shopkeepers, the topic is always the child.

The lover constantly tells his beloved how much he loves her, how beautiful she is, how unique, unparalleled. He tells her again and again, that there will never be another like her. How lucky he is to have her! The beloved doesn't realize why he keeps repeating the same things over and over. Constant repetition increases love. Love intensifies by constant repetition. Like the buzz of a bee as it hovers around the flowers, love begins to hum around the beloved.

What happens in ordinary life is the same as in divine love, only on a different scale, but the substance remains the same. So Nanak goes on and on telling the same things about Him. If you have not loved, you will find this very jarring and foolish. The Japji can be told in three small words: Ek Omkar Satnam. Then why does he go on and on? There is so much pleasure, so much joy in talking about Him! And if the feeling takes birth within, you too will find how sweet, how tender is His name.

A child was taught to say his prayers before going to bed. One day his mother observed him closely to see whether he really prayed. The child muttered one word and pulling the blanket up, lay down on the pillow. "What is this?" she asked, "Are your prayers over so soon?"

The child answered, "Why should I waste my time saying the same things every day? So I say to God, 'Ditto!' and I'm sure He is intelligent enough to understand."

The intellect gives you such advice: Why repeat yourself? But the heart wants to repeat over and over. The heart has never heard the word ditto. And while the heart keeps repeating, it is immersed in the nectar of His name. The more the heart repeats, the more we are lost in ecstasy. This is like the humming of the bee, but it can only be understood if you have had the necessary feelings.

At the very end Nanak reminds us not to indulge in boasting of knowing Him or being able to describe His attributes, for that can only prove you to be the chief among fools. If by constantly singing His praises your ego is lost, you shall be the wise among the wise. If, however, talking of Him is strengthening your ego, if you think: Who else but I could know what I know? then you are the fool of fools!

Wahegurujikakhalsawahegurujikifateh

In Congo, Africa there were a few Sikh families. In a particular area of Congo there lived a Sikh family who had some Muslim neighbours. As so often in that part of the world a civil war broke out. During it many atrocities were committed which included the murder of that particular Sikh family. Their Muslim neighbours had somehow managed to leave the area before the attack. When they returned they searched for any survivors. They found the bodies of the Singh and Kaur but also of their young daughter who miraculously was still alive.

The Muslim family took the young daughter with them and managed leave Congo eventually ending up in South Africa. In this way they raised the Sikh daughter as one of their own. They managed to get her educated and eventually sent her to university for further studies. After many years had passed and the Kaur had reached a marriageable age the Muslim family decided to search for a match for her. They wanted the Kaur to marry a Singh and not a Muslim. Unfortunately they could not find any Sikhs in South Africa and as a consequence travelled to Uganda where they knew one Sikh family (farmer) to request their help.

When they reached Uganda and narrated their story to the wealthy Sikh farmer. He was so moved by it that he decided there and then that his son would marry their daughter.

In this way the Muslim family ensured that the Kaur married a Singh.

Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan are that Muslim family. Who in this world could do such a noble act? They must have been angels.

Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Dhan Satguru Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji Maharaj.

Wahegurujikakhalsawahegurujikifateh