So today is the day of Diwali, a day of celebration marked millions of Hindus and Sikhs worldwide. While it is widely known for themes of family get together’s, going to religious and the setting off fireworks. Sikhs however we should not neglect the history behind it. For today marks the day marks the release from prison, the sixth guru, Guru Hargobind. He was wrongfully imprisoned by the Intolerant Mughal empire of India, along with him were 52 innocent Rajahs. Eventually the Emperor had a change of heart and allowed that the Guru be released. The Guru refused unless others were freed as well, the emperor conceded saying that however many Rajahs could hold his coat could leave with him, in the knowledge that this would limit them to a few. The Guru instead had a special cloak woven with 52 corners, and proceeded to lead all 52 Rajahs out of the prison to freedom. I believe in that spirit of freedom and opposition to tyranny and injustice is what Diwali should be about. Such an act was necessary then as it now for tyranny and injustice still continue to this very day, as is the need to stand against it. So instead of people spending money on sweets which are not only bad for health as Punjabi community continues to struggle with diabetes and heart disease, I propose that we ought to use that money and donate Amnesty International. an organization that’s symbol is a lit candle an organization whose motto is “It is better to light a candle than to curse the darkness” not unlike the purpose of the lit divas of our faith, but most importantly it is a group that perpetuates the fight for the rights of the wrongly imprisoned, stand opposed to injustices that our fellow human beings continue to face. Its good that we celebrate the greats deeds of our storied past, rather than merely celebrate we ought to be a reflection of that in our present, and build upon that foundation laid so long ago rather than merely admire it.
Even something so simple as a seed, shrouded in darkness of the dirt it is planted in, finds it way to the sun, So how can man expect to not find what he seeks in this life, even when he faces the constant darkness of his own fear and doubt?
people take so much care to keep their temples clean, not let them stained by dirt or dust, yet they don’t apply same care to keep their hearts and mind clean, not letting it be stained with hatred or pride, is it not true God resides in those places as well?
Wealth does not equate greatness, for greatness is not so much tied to material goods as it is tied to character. Wealth is nothing if the man that holds it is feeble or unprincipled, for him to have wealth is to have the ability to choose the poison that will eventually corrupt and destroy him.
It doesn’t take a brave man to die, death is certain, a thing promised since the first breaths were drawn, its life that is the uncertain thing, it takes a brave man to live, the courage to face the unknown.
To be wrong is to be human, to do wrong however, is to be inhuman.
If you want to know the true poverty of a man, look not at the emptiness of his wallet or his home, but rather at the emptiness that exists in his heart or that of his mind.
When I die, my descendants will burn my body and cast the ashes into a river to be carried away. To them, only in death was I ever there. Yet it was not true. From my first breath to the last I was already there. The world and all within it being not unlike the river bed. The rushing current being the passage of time, how it brought new things from upstream, and how it eroded and decayed the old till it was to carried away, to either settle elsewhere or to float to the unknown.
Religion and Science ought not to be in conflict. They simply speak two languages, none inferior to the other. As rationality speaks to the mind, faith speaks to the heart, empowering both. Conflict arises the moment when we force the mind to speak the language of faith, or the heart to speak language of science, in doing so man is rendered incomplete, with either a empty heart or an empty mind.
A lover is far crueler than any enemy. For when an enemy grievously wounds, more often than not, one dies. With a lover however, the wounds they leave do not kill, but hurt as if they should have anyways.