Sunday, 27 May 2012

The lost necklace............


The princess was sobbing uncontrollably. "I only took it off momentarily during bathing" she explained. Her husband king tried to console her by offering to buy her a new diamond studded necklace. "This was a priceless wedding gift from my parents and is irreplacable" she wept. Her husband offered a handsome reward for any information leading to recovery of the necklace. Men ,women.and children lured by the reward began searching frantically but with no success.

One day a shepherd boy saw the necklace in the pond and as such jumped in to retrieve it. He spent hours only to be left covered in mud and slime but no necklace. He came out of the pond and sat down to regain his breath. When the water settled and the mud sank to the bottom again he saw the necklace again. He jumped in again and repeated the same search and again with no success. He repeated this for several days only to find mud and slime. The settled water would show the necklace again time after time. The boy became so distraught that he went to the king and explained the scenario to him. The king immediately summoned some helpers and went to the pond forthwith. The labourers jumped into the pool only to rake up mud and slime. When they sat down after bitter dissapointment the settled water would show the necklace again. They jumped in again but no success. Eventually the king himself entered the pond but this only resulted in him being covered in mud and slime from head to toe. The king and the staff were tearing their hair out as they could clearly see the necklace but could not grab it.

A wise man was sitting near who witnessed the whole episode."May I recover the necklace?" he asked politely. "Please do so" requested the king. The wise man climbed up the tree and brought down the necklace which was dangling from the bird's nest. A bird had flown away with the necklace and dropped it in the tree branch.


"What you were all seeing in the pond was a reflection of the necklace" explained the wise man." The real gem was up high above".


We all want happiness there's no doubt about that.


Without climbing the tree of Gursikhi all that we will achieve are the stains of kaam,krodh,lobh,moh,and hankar from the pond of maya..............

God's Work...................


ਅਚਿੰਤ ਕੰਮ ਕਰਹਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਤਿਨ ਕੇ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਿਆਰਾ
अचिंत कम करहि प्रभ तिन के जिन हरि का नामु पिआरा
Ac
in kamm karahi parab in ke jin har kā nām pi▫ārā.
God automatically does the work of those who love the Name of the Lord.


A Brahmin had fallen on hard times. He was out of work and had no other source of income. He was under huge pressure from his wife and children who demanded all the creature comforts in the home. He became so distressed that he starting spending the day in the forest looking for peace and quiet. He told his wife that he spends the day performing katha at the king's palace. "How much will the king pay you and when" demanded the wife. "Upon bhog the king will bless me with a lump sum and as such our hard times will be over" explained the Brahmin. He went to the forest the next day even more stressed knowing that he has lied to his family and eventually there would be trouble when the truth comes out.

Seeing him in that state a Mahatma asked the cause of his sorrow. The Brahmin explained everything. The Mahatma said that he might as well utilise the time in the forest by joining him in Naam Simran. The Brahmin agreed. He would spend the day in the forest and go home in the evening. After several days of this he went home one evening to find his wife in high spirits , the children were merry and the whole atmosphere was electric.

"Why didn't you tell us the bhog was today?. Why did you trouble the king to come to us?. You should have taken the gold coins and pearls from the king at the palace" remarked the estatic wife. "You are the best father in the world" the children exclaimed as they clung onto him.

They are being sarcastic he thought to himself. He was preparing for the onslaught of insults that he expected for fabricating the katha story. At that point the wife brought out all the gold,silver,and pearls etc. and touched the feet of her husband as a mark of respect. The Brahmin was totally bewildered. He was trying to take in the situation and looking around for answers.


His Aatmah kept saying

ਅਚਿੰਤ ਕੰਮ ਕਰਹਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਤਿਨ ਕੇ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਿਆਰਾ
अचिंत कम करहि प्रभ तिन के जिन हरि का नामु पिआरा
Ac
in kamm karahi parab in ke jin har kā nām pi▫ārā.
God automatically does the work of those who love the Name of the Lord.

He eventually realised that Waheguru Ji had done his work while he was doing Waheguru Ji's. Tears welled up in his eyes as all he could hear around him was

ਅਚਿੰਤ ਕੰਮ ਕਰਹਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਤਿਨ ਕੇ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਿਆਰਾ


ਅਚਿੰਤ ਕੰਮ ਕਰਹਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਤਿਨ ਕੇ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਿਆਰਾ



ਅਚਿੰਤ ਕੰਮ ਕਰਹਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਤਿਨ ਕੇ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਿਆਰਾ


ਅਚਿੰਤ ਕੰਮ ਕਰਹਿ ਪ੍ਰਭ ਤਿਨ ਕੇ ਜਿਨ ਹਰਿ ਕਾ ਨਾਮੁ ਪਿਆਰਾ

God automatically does the work of those who love the Name of the Lord.

God automatically does the work of those who love the Name of the Lord.

God automatically does the work of those who love the Name of the Lord.

God automatically does the work of those who love the Name of the Lord...........................

Message to my Lover...........


Once upon a time many years ago when we didn't have the modern transport infrastructure or the modern telecommunication sysytem a young man sat sadly pondering about the love of his life. He was in Delhi and the love of his life was in Lahore. He didn't wish to be seperated from her for one moment but circumstances dictated otherwise. Upon seeing him in this desolate state an elderly dignified gentleman took him by the hand gently and in a soft serene tone of voice enquired as to the nature of his woeful state. The young man felt a sense of relief that there was someone there to show some compassion , he sighed as he went on to explain that he sorely missed the love of his life who was miles away. "I am on my way to Lahore as part of the kaaflah {group}" explained the gentleman "and if there is any message that you wish to convey then I shall be more than happy to pass it on". The young man's eyes beamed with joy when he heard that his messages would be passed on. He stood up in a flash and as they walked hand in hand like father and son the young man started conveying his message. Before he finished one message he would think of another. Before completing this message he would think of another , and another , and another so on...........

The father figure listened attentively and gave the young man encouragement to be positive at all times etc. Finally when he could think of no other messages to pass on he asked the gentleman if he would promise to deliver them. The elderly gentleman gave him a loving warm embrace as he said "why don't you pass your sentiments in person?" The young man stepped back thinking that he may said something offensive or inappropriate. The gentleman kissed him on the cheek as he embraced him like a father and said "puttar {beloved son} you were so engrossed in the love of your life and the messages that you wanted to give her , that you didn't realise that we have actually reached Lahore shehar step by step but your unrelenting love made you oblivious to the journey..............

Khalsa Ji owing to the torments of kalyug we have many messages for Waheguru when we read/listen to Gurbani. We engage in Nitnem on a daily basis and then ask Guru Ji to take our message to Waheguru. Khalsa Ji there comes a day when our father {Guru Ji} says"puttar {beloved son} look around you , you have reached your lover's shehara {city}."

ਸੁਖੁ ਦੁਖੁ ਜਿਹ ਪਰਸੈ ਨਹੀ ਲੋਭੁ ਮੋਹੁ ਅਭਿਮਾਨੁ
Suk
uk jih parsai nahī lob moh abimān.
One who is not touched by pleasure or pain, greed, emotional attachment and egotistical pride -


ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਸੁਨੁ ਰੇ ਮਨਾ ਸੋ ਮੂਰਤਿ ਭਗਵਾਨ
੧੩
Kaho Nānak sun re manā so mūra
bagvān. ||13||
says Nanak, listen, mind: he is the very image of God. ||13||


ਉਸਤਤਿ ਨਿੰਦਿਆ ਨਾਹਿ ਜਿਹਿ ਕੰਚਨ ਲੋਹ ਸਮਾਨਿ

Us
a nini▫ā nāhi jihi kancan loh samān.
One who is beyond praise and slander, who looks upon gold and iron alike -


ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਸੁਨਿ ਰੇ ਮਨਾ ਮੁਕਤਿ ਤਾਹਿ ਤੈ ਜਾਨਿ
੧੪
Kaho Nānak sun re manā muka
āhi ai jān. ||14||
says Nanak, listen, mind: know that such a person is liberated. ||14||


ਹਰਖੁ ਸੋਗੁ ਜਾ ਕੈ ਨਹੀ ਬੈਰੀ ਮੀਤ ਸਮਾਨਿ

Harak
sog jā kai nahī bairī mī samān.
One who is not affected by pleasure or pain, who looks upon friend and enemy alike -


ਕਹੁ ਨਾਨਕ ਸੁਨਿ ਰੇ ਮਨਾ ਮੁਕਤਿ ਤਾਹਿ ਤੈ ਜਾਨਿ
੧੫
Kaho Nānak sun re manā muka
āhi ai jān. ||15||
says Nanak, listen, mind: know that such a person is liberated. ||15||

Khalsa Ji Gurbani takes us to where we came from , i.e. our lover's shehar {city} Sachkhand.



Havaan's {demon's} Portrait


Once upon a time many years ago a young tassavarr {artist} had the desire to paint the portrait of a havaan {beast like person}. He searched high and low but couldn't see anyone that truly resembled a havaan. One day he was informed of a prisoner on death row awaiting execution who displayed the characteristics that the tassavarr was looking for. When he approached the prison the artist saw a man in a down and out state who hadn't washed for days , his eyes were bloodshot , and looked like the embodiment of kalyug himself. The artist introduced himself and explained that he wished to paint a portrait of him. The prisoner agreed since his life was over anyway. The artist would visit him every day and paint the portrait bit by bit. The day came when the portrait was complete. The young artist showed the portrait to the havaan who agreed that it was truly lifelike and as such congratulated him for producing such accurate work. The artist requested his permission to display the portrait in an exhibition. The havaan agreed. On the day of the exhibition the havaan requested the authorities that he be allowed to see the exhibition. The authorities agreed since he was going to be executed the next day anyway. In the exhibition the artist also had on display a portrait of a Sant {enlightened person}. When the havaan arrived at the exhibition and saw the display he broke down and wept like a child. The artist enquired about his torment since he had shown no emotion on any previous occasion. "Is your portrait not accurate in anyway?" asked the tassavarr {artist}. "Is there anything lacking?".

"There's nothing wrong with my portrait cried the havaan , I'm crying at the other portrait of myself!". "The other portrait is not yours sir , it is a portrait of an Insaan {wise person} replied the artist. "The thing is that I was once an Insaan but by abandoning Satsangat and falling prey to the wrong sort of company I became a Havaan................"

Khalsa Ji Guru Ji tells us ,

ਕਬੀਰ ਸੰਗਤਿ ਕਰੀਐ ਸਾਧ ਕੀ ਅੰਤਿ ਕਰੈ ਨਿਰਬਾਹੁ
Kabīr sanga
karī▫ai sāḏẖ kī an karai nirbāhu.
Kabeer, associate with the Holy people, who will take you to Nirvaanaa in the end.

ਸਾਕਤ ਸੰਗੁ ਕੀਜੀਐ ਜਾ ਤੇ ਹੋਇ ਬਿਨਾਹੁ ੯੩
Sāka
sang na kījī▫ai jā e ho▫e bināhu. ||93||
Do not associate with the faithless cynics; they would bring you to ruin. ||93||