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My Crowns and People Who Say the Funniest Things

[Originally published by Himmatpreet Kaur in 2014.  Transferred here from our now closed blog on WordPress.]  

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Waheguru Ji Ki FatehSatnam Readers!

It's been a while since I've written here.  My apologies.  I am preparing for a very important, very exciting trip.  I will be spending the next 5+ months in India!  I am really excited to do lots of seva, learn more Punjabi, pray at the gurdwaras and spend time with an amazing family and friends who have kindly offered to host my visit.

For my friends who have asked, I will be blogging from there and I promise lots and lots of posts, so that you can follow along with me as I spend time in the heart of the Sikh faith - the Punjab, as well
as Kashmir.

On to today's topic.
I wear a couple of different types of turban and, at home, I cover my head with a chunni or scarf.  I love my turbans, all of them, because they remind me of my connection to Waheguru.  They remind me, like my kara and the other Ks, to try m…
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Thank You For Leaving My Friends List (Not You... Those Other 30 People)

[Originally published by Himmatpreet Kaur in 2014.  Transferred here from our now closed blog on WordPress.]  

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Waheguru Ji Ki FatehSat Nam Readers!

So something happened this week that makes me ever more grateful for Guru's wisdom and ever more grateful for the blessings in my life.  Thirty people left my friend's list on Facebook.  30.  3-0.  That's 3 10's and counts as almost 10% of my friend's list.  One day I had 278 people on there and now... 250 (with 2 new people added).

On June 26th, I changed all of my accounts to my Sikh name.  Overnight, 19 people disappeared.  In the three days since then, 11 more have joined them.  Yay!  Before you suggest that they left because they didn't recognize my name... my profile picture was ... a picture of me.  My roommate (bless her, she's so positive most of the time) suggested that maybe those who left didn't recognize that it was me.  You know... they were just going through their friends…

Why I Won't Join Your Anti-Islam Parade

[Originally published by Himmatpreet Kaur in 2014.  Transferred here from our now closed blog on WordPress.]  

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Waheguru Ji Ki FatehSat Nam Readers!

So many issues this week.  Just SO MANY issues.  This post will talk about an issue that is very dear to my heart - discrimination.

I have a friend who we will call Des.  Des keeps me humble.  He's a really good guy who has had a really, really interesting life and he's got, for the most part, a great attitude about it.  He's got wisdom that is only received from learning life lessons directly.  It's inspiring a lot of the time.  His attitude about life is the thing I admire most about him and I have to say, I could really learn from, from time to time.

The other day I posted this story on Facebook: Israeli Soldiers Speak Out on the Abuse of Palestinians.  I was so appalled when I read this news article, especially the last few lines which indicate the attitude of the Israeli soldiers toward what they h…

Today's Awesome - Kanwer Singh Ji - Humble the Poet

[Originally published by Himmatpreet Kaur in 2014.  Transferred here from our now closed blog on WordPress.]  

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Waheguru Ji Ki FatehSat Nam Readers!

I want to introduce you all to a personal hero of mine.  Humble the Poet aka Kanwer Singh.
This guy has to be one of the most practical, non-judgmental, philosophers of our time.  His heart is gold and his words even more so.  When I think of the person that I want to be, besides the example of our Gurus,  Humble is one of the people I imagine.



Check out his Facebook page:
https://www.facebook.com/HumbleThePoet?hc_location=timeline
He also has a book out, which I personally think everyone should read if they can:
http://humblethepoet.wix.com/unlearn101

I think we all need support and encouragement in trying to be our ideals, right?  Let's face it, sometimes being Sikh or no matter your faith (or lack thereof), being a good human being is hard.  I guess it's meant to be.  Humble is the guy for that support.  He…

Dear Kate, Enough With the Brooch, How About a Khanda Instead?

[Originally published by Himmatpreet Kaur in 2014.  Transferred here from our now closed blog on WordPress.]  

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Waheguru Ji Ki FatehSat Nam Readers!

I had coffee with Kate and Don again yesterday.  Yeah...sigh, that was me, I did that.  For those of you who don't know what I'm talking about see http://bornasikh.blogspot.ca/2014/05/i-dont-want-to-look-like-princess-grace.html.

I was telling Don (who doesn't go anywhere near Facebook and has probably never seen this blog), about our experience with a waitress at Glo's Grill in Haines Junction on the weekend.  If you don't know the story of the waitress, go here http://bornasikh.blogspot.ca/2014/05/the-story-of-racist-waitress.html.  Kate chimed in with "I'm telling you, you wouldn't have this problem if you wore a big brooch on that thing."

I sighed deeply.  don't have this problem.  Not me, Kate, not me.  Kate was clearly missing the point of the waitress story.  I smiled …

The Story of the Racist Waitress

[Originally published by Himmatpreet Kaur in 2014.  Transferred here from our now closed blog on WordPress.]  

Waheguru Ji Ka Khalsa
Waheguru Ji Ki Fateh
Sat Nam Readers!  I'm glad you could join me tonight while I tell a tale of a racist heart.

Cast:
Waitress
Terri, a Gora Sikh
Pal, a Panjabi Sikh
Vishal, a Hindu
J.D., a Hindu
Nice White Man

Scene:  Glo's Grill, Haines Junction, Yukon.  It was a rainy afternoon in Haines Junction at the edge of Kluane National Park.  The clouds hung so low that even Bear Mountain and Paint Mountain could not be seen from the parking lot of the Alcan Hotel.  A cold rain came to greet the end of the long weekend.  Four friends, two Sikhs and two Hindus sought to quell their hunger with lunch before heading out into the Park for an afternoon of photography at Kluane Lake.  They chose a table in the front corner of the restaurant, where they could watch the rain and discuss their plans for the afternoon.  When they sat down, there were only two …

Dear Racists ...

[Originally published by Himmatpreet Kaur in 2014.  Transferred here from our now closed blog on WordPress.]  

Dear Racists,
You don't know me but boy, do I know you.  I have lived with you for all of my life.  I know your every word, the way your eyes darken ever so slightly when you see something that disgusts you, that quizzical look followed by a furrowing of your brow when you see something you don't understand, the way your words sho rten into cutting little knives when you are forced to speak to the less deserving, the inferior, the darker.  I know you.  I know how you hate what you judge to be wrong.  I know you judge anything different from you to be wrong.

I know your poetry, your prose and your song.  It is as predictable as the time, as cold as the winds blowing across the Arctic in January, as full of ignorance as a newborn baby but without any of the curiosity or potential.  I know the song, you whisper it to your children and sometimes, far too many times, becau…