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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

it's been a long timeeee

It's been a long timeeeee
It's been a long timmeee
Since I've seen you my frienddddd
But now I'm going to think about you everydayyy
aayyyyy ay,
Now I'm going to think about you everdaayyyy


Or you know:
bahuth janam bishhurae thhae maadhho eihu janam thumhaarae laekhae ||
For so many incarnations, I have been separated from You, Lord; I dedicate this life to You.

Or you know:

Today I saw, after quite a long time, the man that changed my life. Dramatic statement though it is, but Giani Swarn Singh Ji was, is my lighthouse to the Guru Ghar. He saw something in me that I could never have seen in myself. Granted, I never appreciated any of what he did for me. Not the hours he spent lecturing us on the condition of the human soul or the stories he crafted to teach us the path of life our Guru Sahib had left for us. We sat in his classes doodling and caring less, but still he made an ever lasting impression on my life. He always thought much to highly of me; maybe it was a good thing, it made me strive to keep trying to become what he thought I was.
I've never seen him without a smile; always a spring in his step with his rice bag full of folders and pens - he is my angel on Earth. He never ceases to amaze me with his stamina or his crazy analogies that though at first seem silly, have truths I'll never be able to comprehend.
At first I would believe everything he told me, never questioning his knowledge. As time went on I began asking questions and later even having full out argumentative discussions. As my knowledge grew, I found we disagreed on certain things; still he loved me. He's always willing to step up to the plate, bring new souls onto the path and he was and is always willing to listen when I've missed a step.
I could go on and praise this man forever, but in short without him I would not have the extreme pleasure of sitting in sangat, doing kirtan, coming to camps or any of the things I'm blessed with. Though many seem dislike him, he's my hero.
Today I saw, after quite a long time, the man that changed my life - cane in hand. My Giani Ji? With a cane? C'est impossible! But there he was looking slightly tired and for the first time in my life, old. And then it hit me, "Life is nothing but the absence of Death" - as death is unavoidable. And then of course being the weak person I am, I cried. I don't know why- but I cried. People come and go in our lives; all make impressions both good and bad. Giani Ji made such an impression on my life I can't begin to explain though I've attempted here. Now the wheels in my head began turning and I thought:
What's the point of being here, if I can't change at least one life. If we all took it upon ourselves to change just one life - how much better would this world be?

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