Saturday, May 02, 2015

Banda Singh Bahadur

Banda Singh Bahadur : 

In the prominent royal Mogul court of Delhi 
King's sleep will break-up hundred times daily 
There was such a dreadful fright in his heart 
In his consciousness painful sighs were brought 


What fire scorched his heart no one knows 
All of a sudden he was jumping in fiery blows 
It appeared like red hot sky from the Delhi court 
King's heart shaking, seeking Godly support 


Rivers of blood were flowing on the five rivers' land 
Sikhs were facing persecutions for some ideal ground 
Smeared in blood, they were saying thanks in gratitude 
Patiently, regardless of comforts, they were in solitude 


They crossed their way with the Moguls might 
With faithful heart they remembered God in sight 
Maiden decorated with mark of blood, their foreheads 
What sort of people are Sikhs, with such eagerness 


They move like moth, looking at burning all around 
Without delay they line up ready to fight duty bound 
They play jokes with death, and like lions they roar 
Wherever they stare and rebuke, enemy is no more 


Brave warriors jumped in fray with hand to hand attack 
They quickly hawk assaulting caught the deadly foe 
Like flying hawk assaulting a deadly poisonous snake 
Squeezing them in his claws from tip to toe 


Innumerable was the enemy army, Sikhs were very few 
They were surrounded in chains and were put in queue 
Clothes soaked in blood, bodies full of wounds and bruises 
Intestines fall in tummy but they had faith and confidence 


The enemy was battered by the dashing Banda Singh sage 
Moguls fought back and tied him like brave lion in cage 
Surrounded him from all the sides and imprisoned the hero chum 
Then they moved towards Delhi, on the beat of kettle-drum 


The Mogul army departed towards the Capital of Delhi city 
They moved like hurricane, without stopping or any pity 
Seven hundred Sikhs were imprisoned and curled-up in chains 
It was a disgusting sight, an extraordinary incident, full of pains 


On every pointed spear, the head of Sikh was hanging 
Streams of blood dripping, the sight will give a panging 
Sikh prisoners shackled in chains, shouted this voice of cry 
O! our true saviour preserve thy honour, don't let panth shy 


Spectators gathered in the heart of Delhi's Chandni Chowk 
This caravan of Sikhs was quite out of strength and in shock 
Outside they were dull and defeated, inside enjoying thrill 
Greeting loudly the victory of Guru and obedient to His will 


The onlookers revealed an extraordinary and peculiar tale 
The prisoners started argument as no body wanted to fail 
Everybody wanted to be first in their turn to meet the fate 
All wanted to meet the Beloved, Gobind through life's gate 


The wheel of death started, the murderers were on assault 
An applause was echoed, whenever the sword was at fault 
The Sikhs were being butchered, going forward for sacrifice 
It was game of seven days for seven hundred heroes nice 


Chief Banda Singh was in the clutches of destiny or fate 
Next they brought forward to kill his little son ever so great 
The Kazi passed on to banda Singh the killer sword grand 
He ordered to cut his son's head as it was royal command 


Sons are symbols of worldliness for formality in social affairs 
If someone rebukes them one feels like to pull his hairs 
What sort of test in life, to kill one's own son, was shaping 
The thing one can't even imagine, the same was happening 


Banda first picked his son and loved and caressed him 
Then he tried to explain the role and character of Sikhism 
Prince Fateh and Jujhar Singh were also children like you 
Now in the test time and what they achieved you can also do 


Greeting the victory loudly, the little son was revitalized 
If life goes, the custom of Sikhism is, let it be sacrificed 
For holder of righteousness definite victory will be at last 
His love won't be wasted, he meets the Beleoved very fast 


The Kazi became angry as he could not bear the splendour 
The executioner attacked the child and he started to flutter 
Even then this strange trick of destiny could not succeed 
Plump intestines jumping softly, the earth was red indeed 


It is written in the history that Banda remaned unmoved 
In his mouth soft plump heart of slayed child was forced 
In this hard probation Banda remained unshaken, steady 
The history will cry when going through its own study 


It was such a dreadful scene that onlookers could not spy 
Snatching with pincers first they took out his both eyes 
Iron bars were made red hot to burn his body limbs ready 
The Sikh greeted the victory loudly and soul left the body 


The Sky echoed with kettle-drum beat, banner flying like kite 
Once a hero takes a battlefield, he is eager to show his might 
A true warrior is one, who fights for sake of humble and meek 
He might cut into the pieces, but to leave battlefield will never seek


- An English translation of "Bandadir"(The Chained Hero) written by Rabindranath Tagore. (This poem was originally written in Bengali. )

Sunday, April 05, 2015

Book : The Sikh Generals (pdf)

The Sikh Generals 


Download (pdf) :  https://archive.org/details/TheSikhGenerals

From Banda Singh Bahadur to Maharaja Ranjit Singh, the brave Khalsa generals who contributed to the formation of the Khalsa Raj !  

No one is my enemy

No one is a foreigner

With all I am at peace

God within us renders us

Incapable of hate and prejudice
-  Guru Nanak Dev ji ( Guru Granth Sahib) 

One Granth, One Panth, One Sikh Rehat Maryada

Sunday, March 01, 2015

Sakhi Series :- 259 ( Akaali Baba Hanuman Singh Ji )

Akaali Baba Hanuman Singh Ji
 
Akaali Baba Hanuman Singh Ji, The 7th leader of the Budha Dal, was born to Baba Garja Singh Ji and Mata Harnam Kaur Ji in November 1755. Baba Ji fought in many great battles under the leadership of Akaali Baba Naina Singh Ji and Akaali Baba Phula Singh Ji (the 5th and 6th Jathedars of Budha Dal).

After the Shaheedi of Akaali Phula Singh Ji at Naushera in 1823, Baba Hanuman Singh Ji became the leader of the Akaali Nihangs, as well as the Jathedar of Akaal Takht Sahib at the age of 68 years old.

Akaali Baba Hanuman Singh Ji's tenure as Jathedar of the Sikh nation came as the Panth was experiencing a very critical time. The Maharaja of the Punjab, Ranjit Singh died from stroke complications, his successors were murdered, the treacherous Dogra's sold out the Lahore Darbar to the British, and the British were planning on annexing the Punjab.

Trusted Sikh general Sardar Sham Singh Attari came to the city of Amritsar and approached Jathedar Hanuman Singh for assistance against the British.

Meeting at the Akaal Takht, Sham Singh said to Baba Hanuman Singh "Baba Ji, I wish to fight against the British, but have no army. I have no more then myself and my sons."

Baba Ji replied "Oh Singh Ji, who does this Akaali fauj belong to, if not to the Sikh nation."

During the battle of Sabroan, Sardar Sham Singh Ji and many Sikh warriors received martyrdom fighting the British soldiers, inflicting huge losses to the invaders.

Baba Hanuman Singh Ji and the remaining Singhs went to camp out in the Sikh Princely state of Patiala. The King of Patiala, Maharaja Karam Singh upon receiving word that the knights of the Guru were camped out in his state, out of fear of retribution for his support to the British, Karam Singh informed the British of the whereabouts of the Jathedar and Sikh army.

Baba Ji and the Sikh soldiers were surrounded by the British and their Sikh cohorts, the Princes' of Patiala, Jind, Faridkot and other traitors.

The British army and their Sikh stooges opened up cannon fire on the Sikhs. 15,000 Sikhs attained martyrdom at the spot where Gurdwara Dukh Niwaran now stands in the district of Patiala. Budha Dal oral tradition states that 32,000 Singhs became shaheed during this battle.

Leader of the Sikh army, Jathedar Baba Hanuman Singh Ji and around 500 Nihang warriors survived this attack, and continued to fight the heavy cannon fire of the British, with swords, bows and arrows, axes and matchlock fire.

Finally after running out of gun powder and watching thousands of Sikh warriors achieve shaheedi, the brave Jathedar of the Guru's beloved Khalsa, Akaali Baba Hanuman Singh Ji died fighting for the freedom of the people of Punjab at the age of 90.

After the martyrdom of Baba Hanuman Singh, Akaali Baba Prehlada Singh Ji became the 8th leader of the Akaali Nihang Singh Khalsa. The British implemented a shoot to kill order on the Nihang Singhs, and Baba Prehlada Singh left for the holy Takht Sahib at Nander to regroup the Akaali army. The few remaining Nihang Singhs, left with Baba Ji towards Hazoor Sahib, or moved camp to the jungles of Punjab and Rajputana to preserve the heritage of the Guru's army.

Gurdwara Sohana Sahib Ji located in the Mohali district of Punjab, was built on the shaheedi asthan (place of martrydom) of Baba Hanuman Singh Ji, in memory of a brave leader of the Sikh nation.

Baba Ji lived the life of a true Khalsa, and embodied the teachings of Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji. In the immortal words of Bhagat Kabir Ji:

ਗਗਨ ਦਮਾਮਾ ਬਾਜਿਓ ਪਰਿਓ ਨੀਸਾਨੈ ਘਾਉ ॥ The battle-drum beats in the sky of the mind; aim is taken, and the wound is inflicted.

ਖੇਤੁ ਜੁ ਮਾਂਡਿਓ ਸੂਰਮਾ ਅਬ ਜੂਝਨ ਕੋ ਦਾਉ ॥੧॥ The spiritual warriors enter the field of battle; now is the time to fight!

ਸੂਰਾ ਸੋ ਪਹਿਚਾਨੀਐ ਜੁ ਲਰੈ ਦੀਨ ਕੇ ਹੇਤ ॥ He alone is known as a spiritual hero, who fights in defense of religion.

ਪੁਰਜਾ ਪੁਰਜਾ ਕਟਿ ਮਰੈ ਕਬਹੂ ਨ ਛਾਡੈ ਖੇਤੁ ॥੨॥੨॥ He may be cut apart, piece by piece, but he never leaves the field of battle

Saturday, January 31, 2015

Sakhi Series :- 258 ( Waheguru's mauj and dharshan)

Lord Narayana's Love For His Devotee

It so happened that once sage Narada upon his tour around the world in spreading God's Glory happened to meet a devotee of the Lord sitting under a huge banyan tree. Upon seeing the great sage, the devotee prostrated before him and said, "Oh great one, when will you be going to Vaikuntha to meet the Lord?" Narada replied, "After my trip around the world spreading the message of the Lord I will surely go to Vaikuntha." The devotee then put forward his prayer. "I have been meditating for so many years. Please ask the Lord when He will give me His Darshan?"

And so the sage consented to put forward the prayer of this devotee and proceeded to Vaikuntha. There Lord Narayana asked him, "Narada, what is your news?" Narada then put forward the prayer that the devotee had made and Lord Narayana said, "Tell the devotee that I will give him Darshan only after a number of births, a number equal to the number of leaves on the tree under which he is meditating.

Narada was dejected, but he was only a messenger and so he went to the devotee but was bit apprehensive to deliver the message. When the devotee saw narada he didn't inquire about his question, but he started doing service to him: he gave him a good seat to sit on, and he served him tea, and he made everything for him. After drinking tea, he finally had to give the message; he prepared himself to run if he began to beat him, and at the same time he said, "The Lord will surely come to give you Darshan but it will be after a number of births, equal to the number of leaves on the tree under which you are meditating." 

Hearing that, instead of becoming displeased, that meditator became very happy, and started dancing in that joy, and said, "Blessed are you -thankyou very much- that you have brought me this reply from my Lord God. At last He has promised me that He will meet me. No matter how many years it takes, now I am sure that I will reach Him!" And he started thanking God and thanking Narada, and he was dancing with joy. So in that happiness, and that thankfulness, he was intoxicated so much that his inner vision was opened, and the Lord God appeared on the scene. As Narada stood there, fuming and fretting, the Lord and the devotee met. It was like a calf running to meet its mother, or a river surging to meet the ocean.

After the union, the Lord came to Narada and said, "Narada why do you look so upset?" Then Narada said, "Lord, you said one thing and did something so contrary to it. Please explain."

Lord said, Narada, look at the tree and when Narada looked at the tree there were no leaves left on the tree !!! Then Lord God went on to explain: "It is the Faith the devotee had. He had Faith – complete Faith. I had given my assurance. It does not matter how long it will take, but I had given my word, and that Faith gave him all the joy that I am going to give him Darshan, and so I had to appear in front of him."

Thus it is said in gurmat there is no fixed time; it depends on our love, our devotion, and our effort.
In this domain of God there is no question of "if" and "but." Every "if" and "but" is "cut"! It's a question of 100% Faith or no Faith at all.

But the plight of man is so miserable that we are ready to believe in anything and everything except our own inner voice. Every time we get into a bus we place our life in the hands of the driver, a mortal like us. But when the Jagad Guru comes and says, "My child, give me your heart and I will ferry you across the ocean of life," we are not interested.

Waheguru .. 

Sunday, December 21, 2014

Fwd: Sakhi Series :- 257 ( ​Diwan Todar Mal)

​Diwan Todar Mal

Diwan Todar Mall was a wealthy Hindu merchant of Sirhind, who on the 13 December 1705 performed the cremation of the three martyred bodies of the two younger sons of Guru Gobind Singh, Zorawar Singh aged about 6, Fateh Singh aged about 9 and their grandmother, Mata Gujari.

Background :
On hearing the news of capture and imprisonment of Guru ji's mother, Mata Gujri and young sahibzada's - Baba Zorawar Singh and Baba Fateh Singh ji,  a rich Sikh called Diwan Todar Mal, hastened to the Faujdar(viceroy) Wazir Khan's of Sirhind with the intention of ransoming them, but arrived too late. The Sahibzada's had alreay been matryed and Mata Gujri ji, who was sitting in meditation in the tower(burj), breathed her last.

The same evening Dewan Todar Mal  risked his life and reached Nawab Wazir Khan's court for permission to cremate the dead bodies of the two Sahibzadas and Mata Gurji. The Nawab agreed on condition that the Dewan pay for the required piece of land by spreading as many Gold coins as would cover the entire spot. Even after this Diwan Todar Mal did not shun his responsibility but instead accepted the terms, marked the site and spread coins on entire piece of land he selected for cremation. He sacrificed all his fortune at the alter of faith.

The two martyred young sons of Sri Guru Gobind Singh Ji were cremated with full honors along with their grandmother.

This incident occurred after the Sahibzade had been executed by the Mughal authorities in December 1705 for not renouncing their faith.

A splended Gurdwara, Gurdwara Jyoti Saroop, now stands at the place where these three martyrs were cremated. This Gurdwara is at a distance of about a mile to the east of the main Gurdwara at Fatehgarh Sahib and the road connecting the two Gurdwaras is known as Diwan Todar Mal Marg and a commemorative gate called the Diwan Todar Mal commemorative gate has also been built on this connecting road.