Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh!!
One year ago today, I started this blog – Spirit Of The Sikh – as a way to collect my thoughts, stories, and experiences. And perhaps along the way, some may come across it and offer their comments and ideas as well. Little did I know that so many friends, family, and “gur-siblings” all over the world would take an interest in my posts. For this, I am truly humbled.
All through His grace…
Spirit Of the Sikh has also opened up opportunities for me to write on other forums, all of which have given me a chance to expand my thinking, write more critically, and from time to time…take some criticism too. All of which, I am extremely grateful for.
I’m very thankful for all you have who have commented on my posts , given feedback, challenged me, and motivated me – through comments on the blog, Facebook messages, and face-to-face conversations.
As I look to the year ahead, aligning with my personal goals of doing more reading (literature, history & Bani) and less writing – my posts may become less frequent. You also may see less essays and more poetry (my first love). I’m also hoping to invite some guest bloggers to share their ideas to this audience as well.
Although there are many sites, blogs, and discussion forums raising and defining issues affecting Sikhs today (which is refreshing), few of them connect these issues with a Sikh’s personal experience. Much can be learned from this, by readers and writers alike.
In the year to come, I hope Spirit Of The Sikh can help facilitate such introspection…both individually and collectively.
On that note, I would like to conclude this post the same way I concluded my first post exactly a year ago – with a quotation from Prof. Puran Sngh, whose collective works serve as an inspiration for this blog. I found this particularly beautiful. It is from Part I of my blog’s namesake, Spirit Of the Sikh:
We of the Punjab, were called to don the robe of the Guru’s discipleship. We wear turbans as He did; we keep long hair as He kept. We prefer the colours he liked. We are still alive with the spark he lit in our souls. The torch when lighting another creates its own images.
We carry the Guru’s face. His features, His whole image in our face and form. As I ponder who I am, I knew I am of the Guru.