Men have always died. In dying they take nothing, so it was a man gives, what he leaves behind that defines him, each man building upon his predecessors legacy. Long forgotten ancestors left us an identity, a name. In taking a name Forefathers pass on lands and property. The men of this era are no different, in being given wealth and lands they ought to aspire and build, leave behind a world, a better one.
If money was really a measure of mans worth, then why are not the temples and courts of the world staffed by accountants?
I remember doing seva in langar as a kid, while doing it the only time you looked at another persons plate was to see if it was if it was empty and if it was you made sure it was filled but if it was filled you never took it away. While I don’t spend as much time there, nor am I as religious that particular concept always resonated with me. That governing belief I have carried throughout of my life in that the only time you should look at others to see if they have enough, if not, see to it they do.
I like to think of pride as if it were a bag, the prouder the man the smaller his bag. Proud men with their small bags are filled easily, once filled so they must announce that to the world and engage in pride, the humble however are different. The mysterious guiding force of the universe that fills these bags of proud and humble alike with things worth being proud about, the humble though walk life this life with bigger bags whom this force not only fills with things but is compelled to in attempt to fill that emptiness. Perhaps that is why the humble more often that not get so much more, yet never boast about it for they know there is still yet more to receive.
I used to think that it was wealth that lead to peace, it lay in the ability to generate so much money that it would be limitless one would give up counting . The older I get however it seems I had it all backwards, he had to be at peace to point the he give up the counting of his coins and bills. In doing so he no longer attached limits to what he he had, it in turn become limitless and he became wealthy. It was peace that lead to wealth, true wealth.
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.
Far too often man forgets, falls prey to the illusion of money and vast wealth. For it is a thin blanket of the feeblest fabric, but it promises the warmth of a thousand suns. He contents himself thus, places it upon himself, wrapped within it confines himself, blinds himself to its shortcomings, the limits of it. Yet in the end wealth proved treacherous, for in life it was a blanket of warmth, yet when the coldness of death approached its warmth disappeared as if it never existed, for it was bound to this world and not of the next where it was of little use.
There was a time when people worshiped prophets over profits.
For me the greatest investment is not in the stock market or some business, but charity . I could buy another car or afford another bedroom in my house and my life would not be any greater, but for a lot less I could feed and medicate someone, grant them another day on this earth bring them back from deaths door, let them see their loved for a little while longer. Or educate a child, buy not a future for a person but for a whole family, break them free from the vicious chains of poverty. How can I say I am not getting my moneys worth, when I can liberate and give life, things I cannot do for myself.
Normally I have a pretty liberal attitude with how I believe people should worship and stuff, but there is something that has been bothering me of late. What I don’t like these days is the practice of bringing of catering to the Gurudwara or doing special arrangements. I find the practice abhorrent and in congruent with the principles of our faith. Sure it is your big day and everyone wants it to be perfect, but that doesn’t trump the principles of equality we have espoused through out the ages. It is guru ka langar not village of india langar or brar’s langar. It is supposed to be simple food that its very core, an act of bring people of different backgrounds to sit on the floor together as equals, It was Guru Amar Das that made the great Mughal King Abkar sit, before granting him an audience, regarding king and beggar alike. So who are we to challenge that institution when the emperor of India could not. Yeah in the age of social media, with Facebook, Instagram etc. In Brampton especially among Punjabis its become a dumb hedonistic and materialistic competition to one up each other with extravagant weddings all for likes, go ahead do it at the engagement, do it at the reception. But that attitude of one man upmanship has no place in the Gurudwara, and that should be respected.