This experience was posted to me by my course mate, Tipsy Gill and I thought I must share it with all of you because it's, indeed, a nice story!
Last November, I was driving back to Dehradun from Chandigarh - a fascinating four-hour journey, with the added attraction of visiting Paonta Sahib Gurdwara. I had to break on the way to give myself and my car some rest. And what better than entering the abode of the Guru.
Besides the soothing kirtan, it is the langar that one savours, seated on the floor among a multitude of people from all walks of life. Some partake all meals as they have no other means to satiate their hunger. Breaking bread with them gives an indescribable spiritual high and to experience this, one doesn't have to belong to any religion.
I, too, enjoyed the langar and came out to get on with my journey. I stopped to buy some knick knacks from a kiosk outside the gurdwara. Just then I spotted a family of Gujjars in an intent discussion in front of a tea vendor. The family comprised an elderly couple, two middle-aged couples and four children. Three women were partially veiled. They seemed poor as the eldest gentleman(probably the father) counted coins and some crumpled notes. Undoubtedly, the issue was how much they could afford to buy.
They asked for three cups of tea and four samosas. Gathering courage, I asked him, "Kya aap sab khana khayenge?" There was silence. Sometimes, silence can be loud. The innocent eyes of the kids were filled with hope. "Hum kha ke aaye hain", he responded. There was an instant retort, "Kahan khaaya hai subah se kuchh bhi, Abba?" Hearing that a dull ache in my chest caught me by surprise. The stern look in the eyes of the three men and the pleading moist eyes of the women said it all. I insisted that they came with me. They agreed, reluctantly.
We entered the gurdwara. A good feeling descended over me as I deposited their shoes at the 'jora ghar'. The elders were awed by the architectural marvel. However, there was fear in their eyes, which was understandable. They were entering a non-Islamic place of worship for the first time. But the children couldn't care less, their innocent faces single mindedly focused on food. Some onlookers flashed strange looks from the corner of their eyes. But then I followed the children, adopting their easy attitude as they excitedly chose head wraps of different colours.
Except for the eldest member, all accompanied me inside and emulating me, bowed their heads and touched their forehead to the floor. Many others must have noticed, as I did, that these children went through this ritual with utmost reverence. They took 'parshad' from the Bhaiji who asked them if they needed more. The children gladly nodded.
We entered the 'langar hall' and I took the kids along to collect the 'thaalis'. They did it with joy, like only kids would. Seated opposite us was a newly married couple. The bride, with red bangles accentuating her charm, asked the children to sit beside her and two of them sat between them. The way she was looking after them, I could tell that she would make a loving mother. 'Langar' was served and though I had already eaten, I ate a little to make my guests comfortable. One had to see to believe how they relished it. The initial apprehension had vanished and they ate to their fill. I have no words to describe the joy I experienced. The only thing I recall is that my heart was pounding against my rib cage.
We had nearly finished when an elderly Sikh and a youth with flowing beard (Perhaps the head granthi and sewadar) sought me out. I was overcome by fear and more than me, my guests were scared. I walked up to them with folded hands. He inquired, "Inhaan nu tusi le ke aaye ho? (Have you brought them in?)" I nodded. The next question had me baffled, "Tusi har din path karde ho? (Do you read the scripture everyday?)". I almost blurted out "yes", but it would have been a lie. So, with utmost humility I said "no".
Expecting an admonition, he surprised me, "Tuhaanu tha koi lorh hi nahin. Aj tuhanuu sab kuch mil gaya hai ji (You don't need to. Today you have got everything)". I was flabbergasted. Was it advice or sarcasm?
He added, "Inha nu Babbe de ghar lya ke te langar khva ke tusi sab kuch paa liya. Tuhaada dhanwad. Assi dhan ho gaye (By bringing them to the Guru's abode for langar, you've got everything from God. Thank you. We are blessed)". Then with folded hands, he walked up to the elderly couple and requested them, "Aap jad bhi idhar aao to langar kha ke jaaiye. Yeh to uparwale da diya hai ji (Whenever you happen to pass through here, please come and have food. It is God's gift)".
I escorted my guests out of the langar hall. Just as we were about to pick our footwear, one of the children said, "Humme aur halwa do naa". The five of us went in to get more parshad. Finally, as they were about to depart, the elderly lady whispered to her husband. I inquired, "Koi baat, Miyaji?"
Almost pleading, he said, "Yeh kah rahin ki, kya aap ke sar par haath rakh sakti hain?" I bowed as she blessed me with tears in her eyes. A wave of emotions swept over me.
Is it my imagination or for real that I often feel the beautiful hand of a Muslim lady, wrapped in purity and love, on my head?
Tailpiece.
Got up about 15' late, the chores and was still ready on time. It was a busy day, wishing 'Happy Easter' to friends and relatives,
Last November, I was driving back to Dehradun from Chandigarh - a fascinating four-hour journey, with the added attraction of visiting Paonta Sahib Gurdwara. I had to break on the way to give myself and my car some rest. And what better than entering the abode of the Guru.
Besides the soothing kirtan, it is the langar that one savours, seated on the floor among a multitude of people from all walks of life. Some partake all meals as they have no other means to satiate their hunger. Breaking bread with them gives an indescribable spiritual high and to experience this, one doesn't have to belong to any religion.
I, too, enjoyed the langar and came out to get on with my journey. I stopped to buy some knick knacks from a kiosk outside the gurdwara. Just then I spotted a family of Gujjars in an intent discussion in front of a tea vendor. The family comprised an elderly couple, two middle-aged couples and four children. Three women were partially veiled. They seemed poor as the eldest gentleman(probably the father) counted coins and some crumpled notes. Undoubtedly, the issue was how much they could afford to buy.
They asked for three cups of tea and four samosas. Gathering courage, I asked him, "Kya aap sab khana khayenge?" There was silence. Sometimes, silence can be loud. The innocent eyes of the kids were filled with hope. "Hum kha ke aaye hain", he responded. There was an instant retort, "Kahan khaaya hai subah se kuchh bhi, Abba?" Hearing that a dull ache in my chest caught me by surprise. The stern look in the eyes of the three men and the pleading moist eyes of the women said it all. I insisted that they came with me. They agreed, reluctantly.
We entered the gurdwara. A good feeling descended over me as I deposited their shoes at the 'jora ghar'. The elders were awed by the architectural marvel. However, there was fear in their eyes, which was understandable. They were entering a non-Islamic place of worship for the first time. But the children couldn't care less, their innocent faces single mindedly focused on food. Some onlookers flashed strange looks from the corner of their eyes. But then I followed the children, adopting their easy attitude as they excitedly chose head wraps of different colours.
Except for the eldest member, all accompanied me inside and emulating me, bowed their heads and touched their forehead to the floor. Many others must have noticed, as I did, that these children went through this ritual with utmost reverence. They took 'parshad' from the Bhaiji who asked them if they needed more. The children gladly nodded.
We entered the 'langar hall' and I took the kids along to collect the 'thaalis'. They did it with joy, like only kids would. Seated opposite us was a newly married couple. The bride, with red bangles accentuating her charm, asked the children to sit beside her and two of them sat between them. The way she was looking after them, I could tell that she would make a loving mother. 'Langar' was served and though I had already eaten, I ate a little to make my guests comfortable. One had to see to believe how they relished it. The initial apprehension had vanished and they ate to their fill. I have no words to describe the joy I experienced. The only thing I recall is that my heart was pounding against my rib cage.
We had nearly finished when an elderly Sikh and a youth with flowing beard (Perhaps the head granthi and sewadar) sought me out. I was overcome by fear and more than me, my guests were scared. I walked up to them with folded hands. He inquired, "Inhaan nu tusi le ke aaye ho? (Have you brought them in?)" I nodded. The next question had me baffled, "Tusi har din path karde ho? (Do you read the scripture everyday?)". I almost blurted out "yes", but it would have been a lie. So, with utmost humility I said "no".
Expecting an admonition, he surprised me, "Tuhaanu tha koi lorh hi nahin. Aj tuhanuu sab kuch mil gaya hai ji (You don't need to. Today you have got everything)". I was flabbergasted. Was it advice or sarcasm?
He added, "Inha nu Babbe de ghar lya ke te langar khva ke tusi sab kuch paa liya. Tuhaada dhanwad. Assi dhan ho gaye (By bringing them to the Guru's abode for langar, you've got everything from God. Thank you. We are blessed)". Then with folded hands, he walked up to the elderly couple and requested them, "Aap jad bhi idhar aao to langar kha ke jaaiye. Yeh to uparwale da diya hai ji (Whenever you happen to pass through here, please come and have food. It is God's gift)".
I escorted my guests out of the langar hall. Just as we were about to pick our footwear, one of the children said, "Humme aur halwa do naa". The five of us went in to get more parshad. Finally, as they were about to depart, the elderly lady whispered to her husband. I inquired, "Koi baat, Miyaji?"
Almost pleading, he said, "Yeh kah rahin ki, kya aap ke sar par haath rakh sakti hain?" I bowed as she blessed me with tears in her eyes. A wave of emotions swept over me.
Is it my imagination or for real that I often feel the beautiful hand of a Muslim lady, wrapped in purity and love, on my head?
Tailpiece.
Got up about 15' late, the chores and was still ready on time. It was a busy day, wishing 'Happy Easter' to friends and relatives,
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