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Saturday, November 29, 2008

THE Sikh-Canadian Novel on sale for only $7.99

Bibi-ji turned to gaze out at the street. They could become far more prosperous, she was sure of that. Opportunities lay around them like pearls on these streets. But they were visible only to people with sharp eyes.

“What are you looking at, Bibi-ji?” Lalloo asked, coming around to the front with a box full of pickle jars. He lowered it carefully on the floor and stared out the window.

“What am I looking for, Lalloo, for,” Bibi-ji corrected. “I am looking for pearls.”

“I don’t see anything there, Bibi-ji,” Lalloo remarked after a few moments.

She laughed. “Neither do I, but I will. I know I will.” The war had left the whole world poorer: why had Pa-ji not thought of opening a used-clothing store instead of this Indian grocery shop? She wondered whether the shop would do better in Abbotsford or in Duncan, where there were more Sikhs than here in Vancouver. But no, she had a feeling that it was a city with a future, one in which she would be wise to invest her money and her hard work.
From all the books that I've read, I can say that "Can You Hear the Nightbird Call?" by Anita Rau Badami is the closest thing I've read to the quientiscencial Sikh-Canadian novel. In one very readable book, Badami has been able to weave a tale that captures the human element of defining moments in Sikh-Canadian history. Through the three female protagonists, she is able to carefully connect their lives to the Komagata Maru incident, the Partition of India, the June 1984 assault on the Harimandir Sahib (in Amritsar), the Sikh pogroms of November 1984 and the 1986 Air India bombing.

The hardcover version of the book is on sale now with Chapters/Indigo for only $7.99. I don't even remember how many copies of this book I've bought and given away over the last couple of years. This is definitely a book to buy, read and share for Sikhs and non-Sikhs alike.

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1883 Punjab Tourist Guide

In researching something totally unrelated, I stumbled on this fascinating read.

In 1883, John Murray published "Handbook of the Punjab, Western Rajputana, Kashmir, and Upper Sindh: with a map".

The book is a tourist guide to the north-western part of British India and has many references to Sikh history. It even includes a detailed vocabulary and dialogue section on translating key words and phrases from English to Punjabi and Sindhi.

Here's the pages on Amritsar:



You can read and download the entire book from Google Book Search.

Thursday, November 27, 2008

Darpan Magazine: Forgotten Warriors

It has been 24 years, yet the agony, pain, and scars remain for the Widows of the 1984 slayings. Nothing can wipe the horror of the three days following the assassination of Prime Minister, Indira Gandhi. Their lives changed for the worst when their loved ones were massacred - they became widows immediately after their husbands were killed. However, the brutality did not end there instead; these women were gang raped in front of their helpless children. Forgotten by the public at large; they are alive, living in clearly demarcated yellow buildings in the Tilak Vihar area of New Delhi and remain a symbol of the terror that occurred in November 1984.
Darpan Magazine discusses the 1984 Sikh pogroms and the film, The Widow Colony – India’s Unsettled Settlement.
This settlement and the stories of these women are captured by film director Harpreet Kaur, in the movie entitled, ‘The Widow Colony – India’s Unsettled Settlement’. The 73 minute film is produced by Harpreet’s husband, Manmeet under the Sach Productions banner. Harpreet was inspired to make the emotional film after reading an article about the colony in an Indian magazine for women’s empowerment. Harpreet states, “I grew up hearing stories about the 1984 tragedies and after reading the article, I found it hit me hard.” She felt people did not know about the aftermath of the terror and believed the plight of these women needed to be showcased to the world.

Mehfil Profile's 18 Year Old Wrestler Gurjot Singh Kooner


From this month's Mehfil Magazine (yes its still being produced after all these years), a profile of young amateur wrestler Gurjot Singh Kooner.
Power Player
Gurjot Singh Kooner

Age: 18

Hometown: Abbotsford, B.C.

Sport: Wrestling

Team: Miri Piri Wrestling Club

Most memorable moment on the mat:
When I beat the Junior (U21) national champion at 120 kg in the National Finals. We had both just won Junior Nationals and he came into my weight for the high-school Nationals and I beat him in two rounds.

Sports career highlights:
Winning the B.C Championships, Canadian Juvenile (U19) Nationals in freestyle, and Canadian Junior (U21) Nationals in freestyle and Greco all in the same year. It was an amazing feeling.

When did you start wrestling?
When I was about nine or 10, but I didn’t get serious until I was about 15. I went to my brother’s practices and watched them wrestle. Then when I entered Rick Hansen Secondary, I started getting more serious and progressed.

What do you love most about the sport?
Competition and being the best. There’s nothing better than having a hard-fought match and coming out on top in the end. Also, representing my country, community and religion on a global scale is really great.

How do you balance school and sports?
It’s really tough maintaining an 86 per cent average and practising hard for competitions. I try to finish most homework at school. If I can’t, then I set aside time for homework before and after practice. I study whenever I can. And I go for runs and work out before school so I have more time for schoolwork. The teachers are really helpful, too.

What has playing sports taught you about life?
Wrestling has made me a better person. Our team taught us to support each other. My coach, Sucha Mann, gave me a lot of mental strength and taught me that you have to work to achieve goals — and don’t ever quit.

Your family: a strong support team?
You can’t make it to the top by yourself. You need the help and support of family and friends to make it there.

Advice for aspiring athletes:
Work hard, never quit, and believe in yourself. You might run into some obstacles along the way to your dream, but if you just focus and push through, all your dreams will come true.

What are your career goals?
To go to the 2012 or 2016 Olympics and graduate from SFU with a degree in education. I’m going to train as hard as I can and, hopefully, make it to the Olympics. And I want to become a high-school teacher in math or Punjabi.

Turbans, Helmets and Hockey

Let common sense and reasonable religious accommodation reign here. Have the Singh sign a waiver that he won't hold any liable if he gets hit in the head and let him wear his turban. 

Please don't pull out examples of other Sikhs who choose to wear helmets on the ice and, for the love of God, please don't go off on some theoretical tangent, that all Don Cherry fans have to do now not to wear a helmet is wrap a towel around their head.

B.C. hockey coach banned for wearing turban
Canwest News Service
Published: Thursday, November 27, 2008

SURREY, B.C. - A Sikh man has been banned from coaching hockey because his turban makes it impossible for him to wear a helmet.

Harbs Bains is at the centre of a case being heard by the B.C. Human Rights Tribunal, protesting the B.C. Hockey Association's helmet rule.

"I just want to coach hockey," said Bains, from the Vancouver-area city of Surrey.
Hockey dad Steve Barrett, who complained to the tribunal on Bains's behalf, said he is a "phenomenal" coach.

"He is coaching because he loves the game and he really has something of value to pass on to the kids," said Barrett, whose son, Josh, 10, is playing high-level organized hockey for the first time this year.

Barrett also wrote to the B.C. government, urging officials to order an exception to the helmet policy for any Sikh who wears a turban as an tenet of his faith.

"To see this guy, who is obviously a devout Sikh, so thoroughly committed to a game that most Canadians adore and willing to sacrifice his own time and talents, it seems tragically ironic that a well-intentioned ruling separates him out from the hockey community."

Rick Boekestyn, president of B.C. hockey, said the fine points of an accommodation are being worked out by the society's legal counsel and he expects the issue will be resolved before the weekend.

"We are in the process of re-evaluating the policy," said Boekestyn.

"We're looking at having some sort of waiver, where somebody from that religion would sign a waiver . . . and then be released from that policy," said Boekestyn.

He said the recent death of a coach in Alberta sparked the call for a helmet policy.
Ron Ebbesen, an assistant coach with a team in Strathmore, Alta., fell and hit his head on the ice on Oct. 7. He died Oct. 23. (Link)

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Even if I don't like she says, she's got a right to say it.

Having just commemerated Guru Tegh Bahadur's martyrdom, let's be very clear on what I believe is a fundamental concept in Sikhism:

I may not believe what you believe in. In fact, it may be the antithesis of my beliefs, but the sheer fact that you believe it, means, I as a Sikh, will fight to the death for your right to hold and express your views.

Guru Tegh Bahadur didn't die for a specific faith group. He sacrificed himself to stand up for freedom of conscience and expression. If Kim Bolan's opinions are the exact opposite of what I believe, that's fine. I can challenge and oppose her ideas in an appropriate manner. However, if someone wants to keep her from speaking, than as a Sikh I'm actually obligated to defend her right to speak her mind.

As much as Sikhs love their demonstrations (especially if they get to brandish unsheathed kirpans), in this case, the pen is infinitely mightier than the sword. If Kim Bolan writes something that we are offended with, fight back with letters, op-eds and petitions. Death threats are immature, completely counter-productive and just plain non-Sikh.

The fairest of them all

From today's Globe and Mail, an article by Anupreet Sandhu Bhamra on the fascination of South Asians with fair skin. Sadly ironic how colour people want to be as white as possible, and white people want to be as tanned as possible.

The fairest of them all
My cousin rubbed milk on her face; my niece uses a lightening cream. Success is measured in shades of brown

ANUPREET SANDHU BHAMRA
From Wednesday's Globe and Mail
November 26, 2008 at 12:00 AM EST

I grew up the ugly duckling of the family. I wasn't as light-skinned as my mother or my older sister.

"She takes her complexion from her dad," my mother would tell friends and relatives or any stranger who asked. My dad is handsome, his skin flawless at 63.

Ethnically I am South Asian, or simply "brown," but my skin colour didn't mean the same thing growing up in India.

My sister was the fairer one, and in terms of arranged marriages, the women of my extended family had declared picking a groom for her wouldn't be a problem. But in my case, well …

Fair is beautiful in the larger Indian society, where dark complexions are considered "lowly" and being called a dark-skinned person can be insulting.

A light-skinned person is by default attractive, irrespective of facial features or figure. Women with lighter skin tones find a place in romantic folklore and popular culture. Indian matrimonial ads are full of demands for "light-skinned" girls, popularly dubbed as "fair."

Growing up, my skin tone would change colour, getting lighter in winter. Less sun was the plausible explanation offered by my mother.

When I got to college, I became a swan and started swimming with the others — just like the ugly duckling. Skin complexions ceased to matter and I joked about my skin tone that changed hues with the weather. But it wasn't the same for a lot of my cousins — some were light-skinned and others faced the same scrutiny I had.

Some were even worse off. I felt particularly sorry for one. She was my favourite cousin, older than me and a kind, loving and warm person. She had great skin — radiant and glowing — but dark, darker than anyone in the family.

Every morning, my aunt would make her rub fresh milk all over her face. More home treatments would follow, all in the hope of making her fair and eligible for a "good match." She married, but her chances of a much better match had been ruined by her skin tone, according to my aunt.

When I met my husband, we never discussed skin tones. We had lots of other things to share as we started a new life in Canada. But the subject wasn't going to leave my life so easily.

Stories of my husband's older light-skinned sister, who found favour over all the women in her marital home, became a teatime discussion ritual. No talking about her as a person, but only of her as a light-skinned woman and her light-skinned children.

Secretly I was happy her daughter was light-skinned and hadn't inherited the dark skin tone of her father's family. I remembered the disapprovingly looks I got growing up; I thought the little girl would be spared the same.

But on my recent visit to India, I saw a skin-lightening cream sitting on the girl's dresser. My sister-in-law makes the child apply the cream daily to get an even lighter complexion.

I was aghast. I felt blood rushing to my head and my voice trembling as I questioned my sister-in-law. I created an awkward scene, but she didn't understand and neither did I. We left it at that.

Skin-lightening creams are a huge industry in India, marketed by top movie stars. The message is that lighter skin will give you confidence, a good job, true love.

I wonder why the clichéd old sayings of inner beauty, hard work and selfless love come to my mind when I think of self-confidence, getting a job and finding true love.

As the mother of a 17-month-old daughter, I prefer the 

clichéd sayings.

When I held the 9.2 pounds of pure joy for the first time, I instantly fell in love with the tiny person who had kicked inside me for nine months. I remember how my husband and I were so overcome with emotion that we didn't notice what others were soon going to point out — my daughter's light skin.

As both sides of the family contend their case for my daughter's skin-tone inheritance, all I see is the sparkle in her eyes that makes her so beautiful. A sharp pain gnaws at my heart when my close friends and relatives try to dissociate my daughter from me based on her skin tone. Would I love her less if she were dark-skinned, or do I love her more because she is light-skinned? I love her for who she is, for the joy she has brought to my life. I love her for being my baby.

It's a challenge every parent needs to take on — to tell our kids that outer beauty does not matter, virtues do. A person's deeds reflect their true self, not their skin colour.

I want to raise my daughter as a strong, secure human being and not like Hans Christian Andersen's ugly duckling, who has to search for a place in a skin-colour-obsessed society. Like I did.

Anupreet Sandhu Bhamra lives in Vancouver.

A Tribute to Papa-Ji

Valarie Kaur's grandfather, Captain Gurdial Singh, recently passed away and at his funeral, she spoke these beautiful words in his honour:

My Beautiful Papa Ji,

In the beginning, there were sounds: your voice at my childhood bedside, teaching me to recite the root verse:Ik Onkar. Sat Naam. Karta Purakh. Nirbhau. Nirvair. Akal Murat. Ajuni Saibhang. Gurprashad. Jap. Aad Sach. Jugad Sach. Hai Bhi Sach. Nanak Hosi Bhi Sach.

You would tuck me in and kiss me on the forehead and ask: “Happy-happy?” And I was happy. I was happy walking with you to the grocery store for ice-cream cones and running through the back yard as you sprayed us with the hose, the water cascading and sparkling in the summer sun. I was happy watching you carefully wrap my school-books out of brown paper bags or cutting us fresh cantaloupe with utter precision. I was happy handing you my latest poem to tuck away in the file you kept of all my writings and learning how to underline my favorite sentences in books just like you. I was happy running from you when you became the tickle monster, and I was happy jumping into the bed next to you when I was sad. You would stroke my hair and I would gaze at your perfect ivory feet until I fell asleep. You were the pillar of wisdom in my whole existence, my constant companion and my source of truth, my playmate and my teacher.

As I got older, you began telling me stories – stories that would shape my life passions. You told me stories from your childhood – you played at the foot of a great banyan tree in your father’s village where Hindus and Sikhs and Muslims lived side by side. You told me stories from your service in World War II – you would sleep through the air raids at night because you held faith in what your father told you, “My son, there is no German bullet made for you”; you refused to take off your turban when you were sent to the frontlines, saying, “God gave me my helmet”; you humbled your obnoxious British superiors when you outran them on Gaza beaches; and you wrapped your friend’s body with your turban when he was killed next to you. You told me stories about how you escaped India’s Partition in 1947 and the anti-Sikh riots of 1984. And when you told me all these stories, you imparted to me a sense of history, a rootedness that bound me to my ancestral home and people, and a deep sense of faith – for if you could maintain complete faith in God as your companion through air raids and illnesses, riots and unspeakable loss, then I could do the same.

Those early years we spent together – granddaughter and grandfather – made me who I am. You stirred a deep commitment to social justice that set my course of study in religion and ethics and law and inspired me to continue telling stories through speaking and teaching and even through making a film. Do you know, Papa Ji, that thousands of people have met you and learned about Sikhism from you in Divided We Fall? I can just hear you saying, “You have made me great.” And you can just hear me saying, “It’s the other way around.”

In these recent years, as I make my way into adulthood and experience real pain, real disappointment, and real fear for the first time, I begin to understand your magnificence, not just as a grandfather but as a human being who lived and breathed truth even in the face of the worst suffering. You had a small piece of paper taped to your radio by your bedside that read: ISKCATUAC – “I shall keep calm at all times and under all circumstances.” And you did. Even when disagreement entered our own relationship, your calm opened into understanding that deepened our bond. You lived every moment in this deep calm with child-like wonder and love for the beauty in the world – and you cultivated that beauty around you, in the blooming flowers of the garden you kept and in the hearts of your friends and family. Why else would so many visitors – women and men, young and old, rich and poor – flow into your room day after day for your advice, your poetry, and your company? We were inspired by your fierce intellect, your lust for learning, your resourcefulness, your love for life, and your fearlessness – your fearlessness.

Papa Ji, you were never afraid. In the darkest hours of your illness, you were never afraid. When your lungs hardened, your throat closed, and the pain shot through you and rendered you gasping for breath and motionless these last weeks, you still managed to smile at us. You would make us laugh. You showed us you had no fear. We bathed you in our love and your eyes sparkled and your spirit blazed, even as your body shut down. Four summers ago, I asked you if you were afraid of death:

“Absolutely no,” you said. “There is no difference in my being here or not here. If I be, God will be with me. If I don’t be, I will be with God… I had been subject to changes from unit to unit in my army service, subject to transfers. And I had been going from place to place happily. On my last transfer also, I’ll go happily.”

I asked you, “What is your last wish at the time of death?”

“That I should be able to smile with all the people around me present at that time. That I could give a smile to all the people around me. This is the only wish I have. I want to go smiling to my master. Wailing and all that, this is worldly and serves no purpose. It does not do any good. So worldly attachments end. We should accept the end happily.”

You died on a Wednesday afternoon at home, with all your children surrounding you: Masi Auntie, Mama Ji and Mami Auntie, Mommy and Daddy, and Kathy rubbing your feet. They touched your lips with amrit (holy water), and you gave them a smile. You waited until Mummy Ji (wife of 62 years) gave you amrit, you took it into your mouth, you sighed, and gazing out, you died. It was miraculous. It was perfect. Your life was a perfect miracle.

I know that you want us to be happy and you would be very upset with all of our wailing. So I must tell you, Papa Ji, that the tears we shed today are not for you. They’re not for you! We cry for ourselves. We cry because we will miss you terribly. You have made memories with each of us, and we know that you promised to appear when we summon you – but let us cry for a moment. Let me cry for a moment for what I have lost.

I have lost the pleasure of seeing you walking your garden, hands clasped behind your back, surveying the rows of vegetables like a military captain, the warmth of your face glowing in the sunset. I have lost the comfort of falling asleep on your shoulder, running my thumb over the smooth end of the nail on your right hand. I have lost the excitement of closing my eyes and sending you images to dream about on Monday nights and hearing you report in the morning. I have lost the joy in hearing you say before some new adventure, “Let’s make a memory!” I have lost the feeling of connection when you calm beneath my hands or when I rub the blue elixir into your forehead and wash you in love. I have lost the tremor of your voice, asking: “Happy-happy?” No, Papa Ji, I am not happy. Just for a moment, give me permission not to be happy: I have lost my pillar of wisdom, my constant companion, my playmate and my teacher.

Since you died, I have turned into a small girl looking for her grandfather. I wail in the streets just as you instructed me not to, then I sit quietly before a candle listening for you. I walk the cemetery calling out your name and sob when there is no answer. I fly home and search for you in all the rooms of the house. And I stand by your casket – you look handsome and regal like a king but your forehead is icy cold when I kiss it and your chest is hard where I used to rub it and your face is white without the blush of the sun, and I cannot find you there. You are not there either. The small girl in me cries.

But there is another part of me too. Deep inside, where you planted a seed of strength in my heart, I know that you are just on the other side of my anger and grief. I know that you have been with me all along. And you will continue to be with me. You will be within each of your grandchildren whenever we need you: you are laying a hand on Andrea’s head, you are dancing inside Ginny’s poetry, you are the star guiding Sonny, you are the deep rhythm in Sanjeev, you are the dreams in Neetu, and you live within Jyoti Didi and her son Harry too. It is an honor to be your grandchild; it is an honor to be blessed with your love.

We will try to live up to your example: your deep faith in God, your constant curiosity, your discipline in mind and body, your endless creativity, and yes, your fearlessness in life and in the face of death. I will feel you in the root of me, so that everything that I do, you do. Everyone who knows me, will know you. My children will know you and their children’s children will know you. It’s just as you always said: There is nothing that can separate us. There is nothing that can separate those who love one another unconditionally. And so I will go on loving you and talking to you until I am a very old woman.

In that case, since this is not goodbye, we grandchildren have one last prayer to offer your spirit as it goes blazing up into the heart of God. It is the prayer that you taught all of us when you drove us to school each day: Tati vao na lagi. The hot wind cannot touch you in the fires, Papa Ji, just as it could not touch you in life, because you move in the circle of God’s Protection.

Please recite with me three times for our beautiful Papa Ji.
Ŧāṯī vā▫o na lag▫ī pārbarahm sarṇā▫ī.
The hot wind does not even touch one who is under the Protection of God.

Cẖa▫ugiraḏ hamārai rām kār ḏukẖ lagai na bẖā▫ī. ||1||
On all four sides I am surrounded by God’s Circle of Protection; pain does not afflict me, O Siblings of Destiny. ||1||

Saṯgur pūrā bẖeti▫ā jin baṇaṯ baṇā▫ī.
I have met the Perfect True Guru, who has done this deed.

Rām nām a▫ukẖaḏẖ ḏī▫ā ekā liv lā▫ī. ||1|| rahā▫o.
He has given me the medicine of God’s Name, and I enshrine love for the One Lord. ||1||Pause||

Rākẖ lī▫e ṯin rakẖaṇhār sabẖ bi▫āḏẖ mitā▫ī.
God has saved me, and eradicated all my sickness.

Kaho Nānak kirpā bẖa▫ī parabẖ bẖa▫e sahā▫ī.
Says Nanak, God has showered me with His Mercy; He has become my help and support.

- Guru Arjan Dev, Page 819, Line 16

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh

Monday, November 24, 2008

Moderates, Fundamentalists, and Now Orthodox Sikhs

Gotta love Kim Bolan. For years, the Sikh-Canadian community's favourite journalist has gotten tremendous mileage from the monikers "moderate" and "fundamentalists" that she has used to describe the BC's Sikh population. Now, in her reporting of the Guru Nanak Sikh Temple's election, she's created a new segment of Sikhs: the "orthodox youth".
Orthodox youth group sweep all executive positions at Surrey Sikh temple (Link)
I guess just saying "youth group" wouldn't have been malicious enough. That would have brought up images of young underdog activists who chose to actually make a difference in overcoming tremendous odds in beating a slate of grey-bearded (or no-bearded) uncles who have monopolized our institutions.

Instead, she (and the Vancouver Sun) chose to stick a loaded word in front that insinuates a group that's rigid, backwards and slightly Talibanistic. Yes, I know the word orthodox technically means "Adhering to the accepted or traditional and established faith" but the textbook definition of fundamentalist is someone who has " a point of view characterized by a return to fundamental principles", and that's not how it was used over the past decade to describe observant Sikhs.

I guess Miss Bolan still has a job to do. If Sikhs actually got along and there was no controversy (real or incited), she'd have nothing to write about.

(Cross-posted at The Langar Hall)

From Punjab to Putney: the rise of British Sikhism


A great article in the Times Online on the history of Sikhs in the UK.
They first arrived more than a century ago, a few students at Oxford and Cambridge from wealthy families and a trickle of pedlars who travelled across Victorian Britain, selling fine silks and jewellery from door to door. Sikhs in those days must have felt far from home. And so, for moral support and to underpin their faith, religious elders in Punjab sent over five young men to spread the message of the Gurus. They leased a house in Putney, West London, to serve as a gurdwara, a Sikh temple. It was the first such temple anywhere in Europe. And this weekend, its successor, the Khalsa Jatha as it was known, celebrates 100 years of Sikhism in Britain.
Read the full article here.

Youth Committee Wins Election At Surrey Gurdwara

The Guru Nanak Sikh Temple in Surrey BC has had a history of controversy for over a decade. The Gurdwara and its President, Balwant Gill, have been in the center of the storm regarding the table and chairs fiasco as numerous real and inflated crises in the BC Sikh community. Many Sikhs, myself included, had basically written off the Gurdwara and management committee as everything wrong with grey-beard Sikh diaspora politics. Well, I'm glad to say that not all Sikhs were quite as despondent and hopeless.

A committee of young Sikhs, mostly second-generation, has managed to somehow work withing the usually messed-up and rigged Gurdwara election process and actually win.

NOVEMBER 24 (SURREY, BC) - The members of Guru Nanak Sikh Temple, Surrey, BC have loudly declared their support for ushering in an era of groundbreaking change and reunion in the Sikh Community of British Columbia by electing the Sikh Youth slate to the management committee of one of North America's largest historic Gurdwaras. The entire Sikh Youth campaign wishes to express our heartfelt congratulations to the global Sikh community on this historic achievement which will close divides in our community and create new paths for peace and prosperity for our youth. We could not have accomplished this victory without the hard work and dedication of the many volunteers, campaign staff, and the community who supported us throughout. With the blessings of God and the Guru, we pledge to serve the entire community with honesty, integrity, universal love and a commitment to the truth.

In an historic decision by the Sikh Community of British Columbia, the SIKH YOUTH slate has been elected to the management committee of Gurdwara Sahib Guru Nanak Sikh Temple in Surrey, BC! The slate of Amardeep Singh with 18 members, many of them university students born and raised in Canada, won by a resounding margin. The GURU has given us a clear message - get ready for a REVOLUTION !
Congrats to the new committee. They have a tough mandate in front of them. Here's what they hope to accomplish:
  • To unite the entire Sikh community with a commitment to positive, efficient changes in our approach to working with each other, working with the general Canadian society, and working with our youth.
  • The future of the Sikh community is in the hands of our children. We pledge to give them the knowledge and tools to stay away from the dangers of alcohol, drugs and gangs.
  • To connect Sikh youth with the Sikh faith, spirituality, heritage and culture through English and Punjabi programs, using modern technology and innovative workshops.
  • To encourage Sikh youth in their participation in faith-based and worldly education as well as sports activities by organizing exciting programs and rewarding those youth who persevere as a result of their determination and dedication to hard work.
  • To teach our children to respect our elders and to ensure that the needs of the elderly are addressed in the Gurdwara Sahib and in the community at large.
  • To organize open house days and interfaith conferences to share the wealth of Sikhi with our neighbours and create an atmosphere of openness, love and mutual respect in the local community.
  • To conduct all Gurdwara Sahib activities in a fair, open and righteous manner guided by the principles of Sikhi. We will keep the sangat informed about the financial state of the Gurdwara Sahib via quarterly financial reports.
My only criticism is that the committee, with one notable exception, is still all male. Hopefully, the new management also makes gender equality a priority.

I wish them the best of luck. With Guru's grace, they'll serve as a example for Sikh youth everywhere.

Saving Baba Atal

My Nana Ji (maternal grandfather) often says: “Ja savair da bhulia, shaam noo ghar muriavye, ta oh nu bhulia nehee keheeda”. That if one is lost in the morning, but finds his way home by evening, he’s no longer lost. Hopefully that’s the case with Sikhs and their preservation of history and architecture.

Over the years, well-intentioned but individuals kar sewa babas took on the responsibility for the renovation and expansion of Sikh religious institutions across South Asia. Unfortunately, in almost every case, they lacked any expertise in preservation and caused way more harm then good. The result has been, literally, a whitewashing of Gurdwaras. With an “out with the old and in with the new” attitude, old historical structures have been torn down, modified beyond recognition and historical paintings and frescos have been painted or tiled over.

For me the most shocking example of this came from the Baba Atal tower in Amritsar, where hideous green bathroom tiles (that no self-respecting homeowner would ever use) were installed over top of century-old paintings. Here is pic that were sent my way a few years back.

Thankfully, someone has woken up to the fact that bathroom décor isn’t the best way to preserve our history for future generations.

The heritage experts engaged by the SGPC and the district administration have found priceless frescoes from the first floor of Baba Atal, the tallest building of Amritsar, hidden under bathroom tiles put up by Sikh Babas during previous kar sewa.

The art work is exquisite. Most of the art work, hidden during the kar sewa can be retrieved though it requires extra care and expertise. The experts are careful that further damage is not caused while removing marble or bathroom tiles.

Earlier, the SGPC had entrusted kar sewa to the Sikh Babas who had “destroyed” the Sikh heritage, much to the chagrin of experts. Deputy commissioner Kahan Singh Pannu today held a meeting with experts in the Golden Temple complex after monitoring the restoration work of Baba Atal and Ramgarhia Bungas.

Earlier, the kar sewa, carried out to repair age-old murals at Gurdwara Baba Atal, had earned flak from heritage lovers. Interior walls of the first floor were adorned with murals depicting Sikh history. About 100 panels of murals had been left on the first floor of the gurdwara, while the rest of them had been destroyed beyond recognition. Link
This is an area where the Sikh diaspora can have a direct impact. Most kar sewa efforts are highly dependent on dollars and pounds coming in from abroad. Before giving from your dasvand to these causes, please make sure and find out what the project is actually doing. The last thing anyone wants to further devastate the little physical we have left.

(Cross-posted at The Langar Hall)

Saturday, November 22, 2008

Business Booming For Meat and Doda Shops

I know that we Punjabis love importing our culture and traditions to the countries we now call home.
Brampton city councillor Vicky Dhillon is on a crusade to stop stores in his area from selling two kinds of decorative poppy flowers, which he said contain addictive opium.

Dhillon said the flowers and stalks are ground into a brownish powder -- called doda -- that is openly sold for about $10 for 10 grams at about eight meat stores in his Wards 9 and 10. The powder gets a person high when mixed with water and ingested, he said. "This drug is causing a lot of problems in the community," said the councillor, adding it's largely used in the Sikh and Hindu communities. His ridings contain more than 100,000 Sikhs.

Dhillon said he's concerned the use of doda will spread to area schools due to its low cost. Peel Regional Police raided several businesses two weeks ago that were allegedly selling the drug. One man was arrested and 38 kilos of doda seized. Dhillon said he's raised his concerns with Peel and Brampton city councils and health officials are looking into the problem.

Several varieties of poppies are allowed into Canada as decorative flowers, but only a few have a high opium content. Dhillon is calling for a ban on sales of two specific poppies -- Arizona and Holland. "In the last two years, the use of doda has exploded," he said yesterday. "This is a big threat to the younger people in our community." Some of the stores selling the "ornamental flowers" were conducting brisk business yesterday. (Link)
I guess I should not be surprised. If drug use is at epidemic levels in Punjab, its naïve to assume people are going to magically clean up their act when the come to Canada. In fact, the culture shock, isolation and life changes that usually come with immigration, probably only make existing drug dependencies worse.

I was always amazed by the number of “meat shops” in Punjabi communities across Canada. I didn’t think there was enough demand for specialized meat products to justify the supply. What I hadn’t taken into account was the “premium products” offered at the back of the store.

(Cross-posted on The Langar Hall)

Thursday, November 20, 2008

De Niro's Game


I just finished reading De Niro's Game by Rawi Hage.

Here's the official blurb on the book:
"There is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide."

In Rawi Hage's astonishing and unforgettable novel, this famous quote by Camus becomes a touchstone for two young men caught in Lebanon's civil war. Bassam and George are childhood best friends who have grown to adulthood in wartorn Beirut. Now they must choose their futures: to stay in the city and consolidate power through crime; or to go into exile abroad, alienated from the only existence they have known. Bassam chooses one path: Obsessed with leaving Beirut, he embarks on a series of petty crimes to finance his departure. Meanwhile, George builds his power in the underworld of the city and embraces a life of military service, crime for profit, killing, and drugs.

Told in the voice of Bassam, De Niro's Game is a beautiful, explosive portrait of a contemporary young man shaped by a lifelong experience of war.

Rawi Hage brilliantly fuses vivid, jump-cut cinematic imagery with the measured strength and beauty of Arabic poetry. His style mimics a world gone mad: so smooth and apparently sane that its razor-sharp edges surprise and cut deeply. A powerful meditation on life and death in a war zone, and what comes after. (Anasi)
I found De Niro's Game to be a very gritty book that does a good job of describing the state of mind of people in a country besieged by war. The characters in the book either resolve themselves to their misery, learn to profit from it, or in the lead character's case, try to escape. The author goes on many spontaneous tangents as he reverts to a almost stream-of-consciousness style of writing. The tangents are hard to get and read at first, but they grow on you. This is book is an easy to read but takes a while to fully sink in.

For those that think the Canadian government doesn't need to have a role in funding the arts:
"I'm very vocal about reminding everyone that I'm Canadian," Hage said on the line from his hotel, soon after the announcement was made at Dublin's City Hall yesterday.

"It's a Canadian book. If it wasn't for what Canada provided for me personally and collectively, this book would never have been published. All the money that comes from the government for the arts was instrumental in me writing this book." (Toronto Star)
Its interesting to not that the Hage was a taxi driver until the day the book was published.
“APRIL 8, 2006, the day De Niro's Game was published,” says Rawi Hage with the exactitude of someone recalling when they quit drink, or smoking. He is remembering the day that he stopped driving a taxi, while occasionally handing a business card to interested passengers describing himself as Rawi Hage, Author. (Times Online)
Be nice to your cab driver. He may be a future award winning author and you just could end up as a character in his next novel.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

How'd we get into this mess?

The global financial crisis is impacting every person in some way. But how'd this whole disaster start in the first place? This funky little video explains what happened in simple language and creative graphics. Its called "The Mortgage Banking Meltdown" and its produced by an e-learning company called Enspire.

Hockey Night In Punjab




Looks like CBC's experiment with NHL broadcasts in Punjabi is gathering momentum. The hosts of HNIC-P, Harnarayan Singh and Parminder Singh were in BC this past weekend and were written up in the Vancouver Sun. I've pasted the whole article here as its a great piece.

Also, the CBC has finally got their HNICP website up and running. The best part is that they've actually put online all the games broadcast so far this year in Punjabi. Do check out the site, join their Facebook group and support a great project that highlights the best of Canada.

You haven't heard hockey until you hear it in Punjabi

Yvonne Zacharias, Vancouver Sun

Vah ji vah!

If you hear those words bellowed from the pressbox during the Canucks-Leafs hockey game Saturday night at GM Place, don't be surprised. They mean "What a play!" Words any hockey fan can relate to.

What you will be hearing are the new sounds of an increasingly diverse Canada and of two Punjabi hockey commentators who will be calling the game from the broadcast booth for the first time. Toronto's Parminder Singh and Calgary's Harnarayan Singh will give a play-by-play description of the game to a community that loves hockey and wants to hear more of it in their own language.

"No one in the Punjabi community in Canada had ever expected or imagined this would happen," said Harnarayan. "It's great. Nothing says that Canada is a multi-cultural country more than this."

Both Singhs strongly believe that listeners of the Punjabi version will get a much livelier rendition of the play on ice than comes from English broadcasters.

"We bring a lot more enthusiasm to the game," said Parminder. "When you watch the game in Punjabi, whether you understand the language or not, you are just so drawn into it. It's like a huge magnet."

That's because sports played in the Punjab, whether field hockey, cricket or a wrestling sport called kabaddi, ride on the shoulders of the commentators. So they have developed some colourful analogies that they can apply to hockey.

The broadcasting Singhs don't think they will have any problem finding the words. The problem will be holding their passions in check for a game they love with the unbridled enthusiasm of school boys shooting pucks on a frozen prairie pond.

"Sometimes the excitement just takes us over," said Parminder. "The little hockey fan in us comes right out."

Both grew up playing road hockey rather than the on-ice version. Parminder said the equipment for the on-ice game was too expensive for his family.

Parminder, who grew up in Toronto, said his favourite player is former Leafs captain Mats Sundin, who is currently biding his time, waiting to sign on with a team.

"Unfortunately he left the Leafs and sold his house in Toronto." And Parminder claims to be heartbroken. "If it's okay with you, I wouldn't like to talk about it now."

The pair are known to the Punjabi community for providing play-by-play out of CBC headquarters from live feeds both from last year's Stanley Cup final and from double-headers Saturday nights this season and say they have had nothing but positive feedback.

They sense they are stitching families together since more traditional moms, dads and grandparents can now sit and watch games on Saturday night with their ultra-Canadian kids. They also hope that more kids who are natives of India will be drawn to the sport, thanks to their Punjabi broadcasts. Not that there aren't plenty already.

Ex-Canucks coach Marc Crawford told the pair he wasn't surprised by the popularity of Punjabi broadcasts because he sees so many Indian kids playing hockey out here. (The Singhs are proud to point out that NHL player Manny Malhotra is half Punjabi.)

The need to wear a turban has often been seen as a barrier to Sikhs playing hockey, but the Singhs don't see it that way. "Both Parminder and I have played ice hockey," said Harnarayan. "You just have a smaller version of a turban that fits underneath the helmet. It's a snug fit. It probably offers more protection."

While Harnarayan is the colour commentator, Parminder has come up with some great translations for famous hockey phrases. Because India has ties to the Commonwealth, some English words are common enough to have become part of the sports lexicon.

"Mahriaa shot keeta goal!"

You guessed it.

He shoots, he scores.

- If you want to catch the hockey broadcast in Punjabi, in addition to CBCSports.ca, tune into Shaw digital cable, Channel 333, or Bell TV, Channel 249

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

In The Langar Hall

I guess this blog is starting to attract some attention in the Sikh blogosphere. I've been invited to also write over in the Langar Hall. Its a great blog run by Sikh youth, largely from California. They've done a great job of creating a forum for thoughtful discussion on real issues of importance to the global Sikh community. 

Don't worry I'll still be writing here, but you'll see some cross-posting of my more 'panthic' posts on both sites. In the mean time, here's my first post on Langar Hall.

Monday, November 17, 2008

Preserving What History We Have Left



“The first step in liquidating a people is to erase its memory. Destroy its books, its culture, its history. Then have somebody write new books, manufacture a new culture, invent a new history. Before long that nation will begin to forget what it is and what it was… The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.”

- Milan Kundera, The Book of Laughter and Forgetting

Sikhs have never been big on preservation. Partly because we’ve spent most of our 500+ year history fighting for very existence, but in recent years its been a greater combination of complacency, incompetence and real external efforts to mess with our past. All of this has contributed to a situation where, it has been said by some experts, that 80% of Sikh history (architecture, artifacts, texts, etc) has been destroyed in the last 100 years.

According to a 1968 publication of SGPC called ‘sādā hath likhat sāhit,’ the Sikh Reference Library contained 383 volumes that covered 980 different topics. Amongst this repository were several Hukamnāmās, 2500 hand-written sarūps of Gurū Granth Sāhib, and other rare historical documents. One historical document was written by Bhāī Gurdās and bore a hand-written Mūl Mantr page by the Ninth Nānak.

The library also consisted of a manuscript dated 1739 Bikramī that was prepared by Gurū Gobind Singh Sāhib five years after the martyrdom of Gurū Teghbahādur Sāhib – in this document, the Tenth Nānak added the writings of the Ninth Nānak at Damdamā Sāhib to the Gurū Granth Sāhib.

Unfortunately, the Indian Army set the building on fire on June 7, 1984, destroying a majority of these rare documents. In recent years, the Indian Defense Minister has also admitted to the burning or removal of material from the Sikh Reference Library.

Efforts are underway to preserve the precious little that we have remaining. However most initiatives are underfunded, understaffed, and underequipped to do the job. More importantly, our community really hasn’t come to grips with accepting that it takes more than amateur volunteers to make it happen.

One organization that I’ve come across as an exception to this is the Nanakshahi Trust’s Panjab Virsa Digitization Initiative.

The Virsā project is an effort to preserve numerous historical documents and manuscripts relevant to the Sikhs. Through digitization, libraries of information will be replicated and made readily available to the masses.

The Virsā project aims to digitize manuscripts, rare historical documents, old printed posters, maps, twentieth-century political documents, and photographs.

Historical buildings in Pañjāb will also be digitally photographed and architects will create blueprints to preserve the original layout and design.

Furthermore, all digitization will be utilized to create an Online Digital Library of the entire collection – a means of offering rare and fragile originals for viewing to the public.

As many scholars cannot presently study these documents closely due to limited time and travel constraints, a digital library will allow scholars to view the images via the Internet through a simple subscription process; a simple solution to the formidable task of finding and accessing rare manuscripts for the serious scholar.

The world is moving ahead with projects to digitize full texts of selected books and manuscripts, photographs, maps, architectural drawing, films and sound recordings in their collections. It has become essential for all communities to leverage from the latest technologies to preserve political documents and collections to be made accessible to the rest of the world. The Virsā project seeks to do just that.

With a team of 22 people under Davinder Pal Singh, the trust has in a very short period of time done some incredible work:

  • Digitized over 5,00,000 folios of different manuscripts and books in total.
  • Digitized over 100,000 folios from 470 books, twenty authored by Giani Dit Singh and Sixteen Hundred folios of Khalsa Akhbar, first newspaper in Gurmukhi script, it was a weekly newspaper.
  • Digitized 33,000 folios of different manuscripts housed in the Government Museum and Art Gallery, Chandigarh.
  • Digitized over 1,00,000 folios from over 400 manuscripts at Kurukshetra University. These include manuscripts of Gurmukhi, Devnagri and Sharda (Kashmiri) scripts, and official records in Persian and Urdu.
  • Digitized more than 292,000 folios of Guru Granth Sahib.
  • Scanned more than 9000 pages of different periodicals.
  • Converted over 75,300 pages of more than 250 publications to searchable format.

Their future projects include documenting the collection of Dr. Trilochan Singh, twenty eight manuscripts of Gurū Granth Sāhib, six of Dasam Granth and thirteen others in Banāras and the private collection of Baba Sarabjot Singh Bedi have been completed.  The trust has submitted proposals to SGPC, Khālsā College, Amritsar, Panjābī Sāhit Academy- Bhaī Vir Singh Sāhitya Sadan, New Delhi and Panjāb Archives, Patiala.

I’m always amazed at where we Sikhs invest our money. If I had the choice of investing $100,000 on a new shiny gold dome for a Gurdwara, a hydraulic lift for an even taller Nishaan Sahib, a court case with the outgoing Gurdwara management committee, or investing in the preservation of our collective history, the choice would be obvious.

For more information on The Nanakshahi Trust or the Panjab Virsa Digitization Initiative, visit their website,  email them at infoatnanakshahi.org or visit them on your next trip to Punjab (2516, Sector 65, SAS Nagar, Punjab, 172 223 4867).

Remembering Private Buckam Singh

This past remembrance day, a special cermony was held at the grave of Sikh Canadian soldier, Private Buckham Singh, who fought for Canada in World War I.
Tuesday November 11th, 2008 marked a very special and historic Remembrance Day. A Remembrance Service by the Sikh Canadian community was held at the gravesite of Private Buckam Singh at Mount Hope Cemetery in Kitchener Ontario. It was a powerful and moving ceremony which honoured both Buckam Singh and all those who have fought and sacrificed their lives in war from WWI to the present.
Pictures of this moving event are available at sikhmuseum.com.  Hopefully this becomes an annual Rememberance Day ceremony for all Canadians.

Friday, November 14, 2008

Ad for Nursing at Trent Unversity

How's this for breaking stereotypes.  Here's a recruiting picture for the Nursing program at Trent Unversity. And who do you see in the picture? A male Sikh with a great dastaar (turban). Fantastic. Now if only I could get Hugo Boss or Harry Rosen to sponsor my blog.

Thanks to Amarpreet for sending. 

World's Longest Beard

Of all the world records in existence, there's two that Sikh males should definitely own. The first is biggest turban (done) and the second is long beard. That honour now goes to Surrey school teacher Sarwan Singh, with his 2.36 metre long beard. He should be winning a lifetime supply of Fixxo for this (if he tied it, which I imagine he would).



California Punjabi Sikh Women’s Clothesline Project



The issue of domestic abuse is a dark stain on the Punjabi Sikh community. Even today, in most families and social circles its sadly treated with fatalist acceptance or mild indifference.

A few months ago I came across a great innovative project called the California Punjabi Sikh Women's Clothesline Project that is determine to highlight the issue:
Some of you may have heard about individual forms of "The Clothesline Project: Bearing Witness To Violence Against Women" that have showcased across college campuses in the United States. The Clothesline Project consists of t-shirt making in dedication of women who have been victims or survivors of violence. These t-shirts are hung on a clothesline for viewing where people can see both the number of victims/survivors and read each individual dedication. The Clothesline Project started off as a local and grassroots campaign in the 1990s in Massachusetts by a small group of women horrified by the statistics of violence against women. They wanted to educate the public, break the silence, and bear witness to the issue. The Clothesline Project has now grown to over 500 individual projects nationally and internationally. Hopefully we can help add the "California Punjabi Sikh Women's Clothesline Project" to this "movement".

The California Punjabi Sikh Women’s Clothesline Project is an opportunity for 1.5- 2nd generation men and women to come together to create a space for their Punjabi Sikh mothers, sisters, aunties, and friends voices to be heard! We know the rates of domestic violence are high in our community, but often and understandably this issue gets labeled as a “private-matter” and is no longer talked about or acted on. This Project is an opportunity to respect privacy, but still keep domestic-violence on the front-burner of discussions to help us as a community move towards tangible solutions. 

The attempt is to start showcasing The Project across Sikh events in California. Please join to provide your support and keep informed of when The Project will be coming near you!
Here's some examples of the t-shirts that have been created and displayed:


If you would like to volunteer, want more information, or have an event where you would like The Project to come, please contact Ravneet Kaur Tiwana at rtiwana@ucla.edu or visit their Facebook group.

Given that domestic abuse is the same problem here as California, perhaps we could use our own Canada or Toronto Punjabi Sikh Women's Clothesline Project to generate awareness of this tragedy.

Ending Sexual Violence in the Congo




The eastern Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) has been described by senior United Nations officials as the worst place in the world for women. Despite a ceasefire agreement, the rape, mutilation and sexual slavery of women continue to be used as strategies of war.

Join
Stephen Lewis and Dr. Denis Mukwege, founder and Director of the Panzi Hospital in Bukavu, DRC, as they discuss the crisis in the Congo and how the Panzi Hospital has become a refuge for women and girls. The hospital provides free medical care and has treated some 15,000 survivors of sexual violence since 1999. Many of the survivors test positive for HIV.
Since 2005, SAFER (Social Aid For the Elimination of Rape) has purchased and shipped $40,000 worth of crucial medical supplies to Panzi Hospital. Since November 2007, the Stephen Lewis Foundation has provided $650,000 to the DRC to help Panzi Hospital establish an extensive HIV/AIDS testing and treatment programme and develop psychosocial support services for the staff and patients who live each day with extreme trauma and suffering.

This is not directly related to Sikhs, but if we truly believe that the Khalsa's mandate is the protect those that cannot defend themselves, then we are compelled to act when these kinds of atrocities are occuring. 

Stephen Lewis is one of the best speakers I have ever heard in my life. Please attend this event.

Tickets available from UofTtix.ca or call 416.978.8849

uofttix.ca

$25 – adult, $20 – students & seniors, Group rates are available

Click here to make a donation to the Panzi Hospital. Please indicate "Congo" to the person taking your call, in the online message box or on your cheque.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Sikh Networking and the Singh-Singh Nod

As a Sardar, one of the smalls pleasures I have have working in a downtown urban business environment is bumping into another Singh. The interaction usually comprises of a quick Fateh, Sat-Sri-Akaal, or merely a nod of the head. But in that little salutation, I connect with my Guru. I often spend most of my time in environments where I interact exclusively with non-Sikhs and I sometimes go long stretches where I don't have a chance to visit my local Gurdwara. But that one darshan of a Guru ka Singh (or Singhini) brightens up my whole day.

I've often greeted Sikhs on the street while I'm accompanied by my non-Sikh colleagues. They'll ask if I knew that person walking by that I just acknowledged. I'll say sort of. I may not know his name, where he works or what he does. But I do know what he stands for. The mere fact that he wears a dastaar means he's committed to the same path in life that I am. That includes helping others, Sikh and non-Sikh. It gives me quiet comfort knowing that if I was to stop that Singh and ask for something, anything from directions to money to a place to stay for the night, in my heart he'll unconditionally say yes. Call me naive, but I believe that 9 times out of 10, that person will do what he can to help. I say so with conviction, because I hope that if I'm ever asked in the same situation I would do the same. 

In that vein, Toronto Sikh Professionals has, in various ways, been around for almost 20 years. Giving Sikhs (with or with turbans) working downtown a chance to meet, network, share and help each other. In its current form:
Toronto Sikh Professionals (TSP) has been established to provide an online forum for Sikh professionals living and working in the Greater Toronto Area. Building on the ongoing monthly networking lunches/dinners, the mandate of this discussion group to facilitate professional and social interaction for individuals looking to meet other Sikhs, pursue employment and volunteer opportunities, and learn about community events. 
The group has set-up a Yahoo Group online which now has over 900 members. Thanks to the hard work of Gunpreet Singh Rekhi, TSP has expanded to the rest of the GTA as well, holding events in Mississauga and Markham.

For more information visit the group on Yahoo Groups, Facebook or email Gunpreet directly (gunpreet at gmail). 

Their next events are:
  1. Downtown:  Friday, November 14th, 2008 @ 12pm. Location: Shopsy's (http://www.shopsys.ca/welcome.php), 33 Yonge Street (Yonge/Front)
  2. Mississauga: Thursday, November 20th, 2008 @ 7pm. Location: Nirvana The Flavours of India (http://www.nirvanatheflavoursofindia.com/), 35 Brunel Road
  3. Markham:  Wednesday, November 26th, 2008 @ 7pm. Location: The Host (http://www.welcometohost.com/), 670 Highway 7 East

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Outstanding Atlanta Honors Navneet Singh Narula

Sardar Navneet Singh Narula has been honoured by Outstanding Atlanta as part of the Class of 2008. 
Formed in 1968, Outstanding Atlanta was formed to recognize outstanding young people of Atlanta for their contributions to the betterment of the city. Each year, 10 young leaders of Atlanta would be cited for their roles in business, civic and cultural fields.
Here's the speech that Navneet gave upon receiving his award:




I'm sure that some people watch these kind of clips of people receiving awards and roll their eyes calling this shameless self-promotion. I know this because I've heard and read this type of criticism over and over again. This defeatist thinking has been hurting Sikhs for years.

We want members of our community to achieve in all aspects of life (business, politics, community, arts, etc) and we constantly lament the lack of contemporary role models for our youth. Yet, when a young Sikh excels in a particular field and the customary accolades accompany their success, what do we do? We say that he or she has been become full of ego and pride. They're only doing it for the recognition or personal gain. 

You can't have it both ways! 

We need Sikhs to do amazing things in the world and be RECOGNIZED for doing amazing things. Sikhs need to create a virtuous circle of Sikh role models inspiring young Sikhs to achieve, who in turn become role models themselves. Yes, our Gurus and historical Gursikhs are inspiring and their lives need to promoted to youth. However, in addition to that, we need to see living, breathing Sikhs doing great things in the today's world. How else can we demonstrate that Sikhi is relevant in the 21st century?

In addition to the above tendency, we also like to put people on superhuman pedestals. We see them excel in one specific area and we extrapolate to everything. Then we're angry and disappointed when we find out that they're not perfect.  So like my Nana Ji always said, stop focusing on a person's 1 fault (augun) and focus on their 99 virtues (gun).

Individuals like Navneet Singh are doing amazing work but they're still human. That's  good enough for me. Keep up the great work and congratulations on the award.

WWI Medal Discovery Reveals Story of Forgotten Sikh Canadian Hero

PTE. BUKUM SINGH, the first Sikh to enlist with an Ontario battalion has been twice wounded since he went to the front. He was engaged as a farm hand for W. H. Moore, of Rosebank Ont., when the call came for active service. He was reported injured for the first time two months ago. His name appears among the wounded in to-day's list. Bukum Singh came to Canada from Punjab in 1907. After mining in British Columbia he came to Toronto about two years ago. He went overseas with a Kingston battalion. (The Toronto Daily Star Aug 9, 1916)
The story of one of the first Sikh Canadian WWI soldiers has been uncovered with the discovery of his Victory medal.
 
Sandeep Singh Brar an avid Sikh historian and creator of the first Sikh website on the internet www.sikhs.org, purchased the medal from a dealer in England and quickly realized its historical significance. The medal revealed a fascinating story of heroism and tragedy.
 
Buckam Singh came to B.C. from Punjab in 1907 at age 14 and eventually moved to Toronto in 1912/1913.  He enlisted with the Canadian Expeditionary Force in the spring of 1915. He's one of the earliest known Sikhs living in Ontario at the time as well as one of only 9 Sikhs that we know of that served with the Canadian military in WWI.
 
Private Buckam Singh served with the 20th Canadian Infantry Battalion in the battlefields of Flanders during 1916. He's a genuine Canadian hero because not only did he serve, but he was wounded twice in two separate battles. One of the interesting discoveries included the fact that after being shot Private Buckam Singh received treatment at a hospital run by one of Canada's most famous soldier poets Doctor Lt. Colonel John McCrae author of the immortal poem ‘In Flanders Fields’.
 
While recovering from his wounds in England Private Buckam Singh contracted tuberculosis and spent his final days in a Kitchener Ontario military hospital, dying at age 25 in 1919. His grave in Kitchener Ontario is the only known WWI Sikh Canadian Soldier’s grave in Canada. It's sad that he never got to see his family again and died forgotten, but it is exciting that his heroic story is now being reclaimed and celebrated including a major online exhibit at the www.sikhmuseum.com website and a Ardas prayer and wreath laying ceremony which will be performed at his gravesite on Remembrance Day. A circle has been completed and Buckam Singh has been reunited with his people after a century of separation from the Panth.

Contact

Sandeep Singh Brar
Sikhmuseum.com Curator

Email: sandeep@sikhs.org
Website: www.sikhmuseum.com

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