The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Rules The World!

 The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Rules The World !

The hand that feeds us... 

The state that protects us…

The men that ensure our sleep…

The Sikhs that one looks up to for protection, respect, and affection are at the borders of the capital of their country, India.

Years ago, during my graduation years, for my holidays I would sometimes visit the farms of my friends in Punjab. Days filled with sarson da saag and makai di roti. But more importantly than any other experience I remember my interactions with the elderly Sikh members. Adorable, lovable, gentle, caring and farmers to the core - true to their being. ‘Betaji’ or ‘puttar ji’ were the two words that would echo everywhere. The usage of names was so limited, as they had a mouthful of sweetness. Tractor rides of the lush green farms adorned with colourful turbans and flowing white beards. That is the look of Punjab, the “land of five rivers”. 

Today, I can spot the same elderlies braving the winter chill, sleeping on open roads and fields, with pain in their heart and worry on their mind. There can be no words that describe what I am going through, helplessly watching what’s transpiring in the Historical Farmer’s Protest. Historical, because such a massive protest has yet to be scripted. 

I don’t know what narratives will emerge with conflicting media coverage aligning with different perspectives. But when I gather my thoughts of how these strong hearts and minds have fashioned a wave of unity I am simply amazed. Hence, I know that they will win! Humbleness and humility personified, these men are miraculous.

Words fall short when one tries to rationalise the situation where a voice from the protest echoes, “Try snatching our lands and fields”. They somehow remind me of our history books when I read about the War for India's Independence and the cry over the fight of “My country” - “Mera Bharat”.

Sitting hundreds of miles away cocooned within the safe walls of our homes, I can only pray for those souls, who in this cold wintry spell are protesting against forced legislations, protesting for their rights and protesting for their voices to be heard. Protesting for whom, but for us and thus carving a future for our children, paving the right of way against intolerance.

I pray to all: STAND UP FOR THEM. They are scripting history, a wave, which tells you and me that no one can be pushed or hassled.  

Generate an air, a wave that supports them, feeds them with vigour to pull through these trying moments. Send them emotional support through your prayers.

Guru Gobind Singh ji, the tenth Sikh Guru wrote in Persian language the “Fatehnama” or the “Letter of Victory”. I remind all, at the protest, that another Letter of Victory has to be drafted for the next generation!

Peace and Love to all!

~ Gur

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