Yesterday was 8th March and we were all commemorating International Women day, but for us we had a religious function at home , with Simer finishing of her first Sehaj path and luckily and fortunately we had the august presence of Baba Iqbal Singhji of Baru Sahib who came to ‘ put the Bhog and we had kirtan at our place amongst our family and friends.
The highlight of the whole function were the Shabad Kirtan done by the Gurmat Sangeet students under Akal Academy . The gist of the Shabads were of the union of the soul with the creator. The yearning , the anguish and the longing comparable to the love of a woman who is parted from her husband . I was moved by the young men , who sang in such a pure , raw form , unencumbered by materialistic strings that actually is so visible nowadays. It’s as if the purest form of devotion has also become a business, raking in money for its singers. The young boys sang of the human form which is akin to a husband that seeks fulfillment with his wife, the longing is like that of a lover who searches for his fulfillment of his love. After, the moving , pure recital that had us all enthralled , we had katha by Babaji.
In fact , the explanation of the Hukamnama and the satsang done made me realize how futile our existence is. Babaji, said , that all have come and gone. No one is permanent , we all come with a limited existence . Death is the only permanence in this otherwise unpredictable life that is volatile at every turn.Man in his existence has become a creature , bogged down by materialism, stress, tensions forgetting the real purpose of his life. We take form in the human , mortal form after a cycle of birth death in other forms and then we can attain salvation or the release of the soul what do we do we run after materialistic pursuits , lust , we become gluttons, thievery , hoodwinking fraud are middle name, we all pursue a life that is governed by ‘ what will the other person say . Babaji’s talk was lucid hard-hitting and direct . I loved his direct humour , with no bones spared. His talk was peppered with anecdotes that brought the point home to us. When Alexander the Great died, his mother cried copiously, howling on the grave. A voice came from within the earth, stunning her,” which Alexander do you weep for?’. We all are caught in the malstorm of pleasuring the human body , the gratification is superficial and immediate nothing is done for the soul that dwells within.
We are given this human form to improve this soul . Imagine going to heaven , and trying to rid the scars on the soul ! This , according to the scriptures and Him is only attainable , by reciting the Naam. We can wipe out the sufferings, lust and desires by Naam Jaap.
Baba Iqbal Singh ji had ample time to talk to us, and then further illustrated his point by telling a short story highlighting how on our death bed one gets attached to a materialistic thought that traps the soul. He told us , how Duni Chand called Guru Nanak Dev ji for a religious function to remember his father who had died.Nanak sat in his room and everyone was outside . Duni Chand asked Babaji to partake langar . But Babaji stunned by telling him that your father is seven miles away , a shrunken starved wolf with his mouth watering and in the forest . Duni Chand was stunned, how can this be possible , my father was a generous person. He must have passed on to heaven. Duni Chand went into the forest and when he saw the wolf roaming there where his father had been cremated; he rushed back to Babaji. Then , he told him , when your father was on his death bed , you were cooking meat and the whiff of the tadka went into his nostrils.
The last minute yearning to eat meat , and to be caught in the temptation is why he took re-birth as a wolf. Man, on his death bed should remember God, jaap, and not to cry at the last breath. The soul gets lost and caught between and in transition.
I feel , as humans we are so swayed by the glitter, glamour and glitz that we are forever trying to appease ourselves. In fact , we all forget an essence of life that this too shall happen with us. Hoarding of wealth thinking , that one cannot take into Jannat . Where are the pockets, my dear?
I apologise for any mis-information written by me, all faults are mine. He is a brahmgyani , who is trying to improve us and also to guide us by showing the light . However, we remain mere mortals caught in the trappings of life.
Posted by Ravneet at 12:00 AM
