“The best people in the World are the Sikhs” – not a biased opinion but a factual reality. So I am proud to be a Sikh. All different castes and creeds end up forming one Guldasta (bunch of flowers) called – SIKH. I find that the Sikhs are Sikhs whether are not they speak Punjabi in the same accent – at least my experience!
I met two remarkable Sikh leaders in Berne in Switzerland in 1973, One was Dr. Kampany of California, USA (an economist with the World Bank) and the other was S. Sardara Singh Vohra – a businessman and philanthropist of Nairobi, Kenya. Both were worthy Gursikhs who ran respective Gurduaras in USA and Kenya.
After two years we (my wife and two young daughters) visited Sardar Sardara Singh Ji in Nairobi. He (at the age of around 75+ years) personally came to receive us at the Airport. On arrival, I rushed to change some money but he followed me and told me that while in Kenya, you do not need to change money. We enjoyed his/Vohra family (his two sons and their families) hospitality for three days before a heading to Nigeria. He told me all the efforts that he put in to establish Gurduaras in Kenya. In 1980, we again visited Vohra Sahib and his extended family in London. Vohra Ji was the first to set up a bicycle manufacturing unit in Kenya and later moved in to luxury hotel business in Nairobi and London. While in Nairobi, he lodged us in his luxury hotel in the center of of the city with breakfast. Each day around 10.00 am Charanjit’s (his elder son who was running bicycle business ) wife would drive us in her Alfa-romeo around and take us to their luxury home. Vohra Sahib’s other son was a leading lawyer (criminal) living in a beautifully designed modern luxury home. Vohra family was perhaps the richest Sikh family in Kenya and yet richer in humility and modesty and down to earth. We were further more touched that when we were leaving Nairobi, Mrs. Vohra herself made some ‘mathees’ both sweet and salty as a parting gift for us to carry to Nigeria along with some Indian spices.
Dr. Kampany was also pretty senior to me and was very kind to invite us to visit him in USA. An impressive Gursikh – we stayed in correspondence for some years and then I lost contact with him and unfortunately I could see him.
I had a fascinating experience on my first visit to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia just before going to Singapore in 1981. On my arrival at KL airport from Delhi, after the immigration formalities my baggage was thoroughly searched. To my great surprise they confiscated my two extra turbans and was told that you will get these back when you leave KL after three nights of my stay in Malaysia. I pleaded but of no avail.
A young Sikh boy (around 20 yrs. an employee at the KL Airport) was watching this saga. As soon as I came out and looking for a accommodation booking desk the same Sikh boy approached me and greeted me warmly by reassuring that please do not worry that I shall make sure that your turbans are kept safe and you get them back before you leave KL. I have just finished my shift-duty and I am going home. While I intended to find a suitable accommodation, he told me that I have already talked to my parents about you and they say that I should bring you along to our house to stay with us. He want on to say that fortunately I have next two days free and I shall be able to show you around. I felt the genuine warmth and agreed to accompany him in his small car to home of a “Dhaliwal” family.
I got to their home in Petaling Jaya around 8.00 am and both Mr. and Mrs. Dhaliwal were waiting for me.
After exchanging warm greetings and serving me a cup of tea they showed me a comfortable room on top floor of their 5-bed room house with a nice green section around the house. Mr. Dhaliwal worked for a security firm at night time and was also into the business of money lending. They had three sons and they wanted them to settle in Canada. The moment they learnt that I was teaching in a foreign university they assigned me a job to convince their children to finish heir respective education/training and look for migrating to Canada.
I enjoyed their lavish hospitality for three nights, visited most places in KL and left with fond memories of the Dhaliwal family.
I sent the greeting cards and after about 10 years I went to their house again to find out that they sold the house and they all migrated to Canada.
I had a similar interesting experience in Singapore in 1981. I hired a taxi to go to a Gurduara. The taxi driver took me to a Bhappa’s Gurduara and did not charge me any money. The driver was obviously not a Bhappa from his accent. Later I visited most other Gurduaras and was received with the same warmth. The Gurduaras were/are named differently as the funds raised to build different Gurduaras were handiwork of members of respective group of people. In all the Gurduaras the same Guru Granth Sahib is the pivotal figure and same Gurbani and Keertan is recited in all the Gurduaras. Out of curiosity I asked some people if they were ever not welcome in any of the Gurduaras, the answer was a unanimous NO.
A Singaporean Sikh couple (not Bhappas) spotted me as first timer to their Gurduara extended an invitation to a nearby restaurant. When they learnt that I was a Professor in a Nigerian University they were happy to have me stay in their house. But since I had a booked a hotel already I did not avail their offer.
I was in Bangkok in 1991 in connection with an International Conference sponsored by the Pacific Basin Consortium on Environment, Honolulu Hawaii and was held in a 5-star Hotel. There were a number of Sikh looking people running lucrative business (Tailors and Drapers) in the commercial wing of this hotel. I was the only Sikh attending this conference and was easily spotted by the so called Sikh looking business men. They were able to find out that I was not from India so they drew closer to me with proposals to get me shirts or suits etc. done in a day if I choose a cloth of my choice from their huge stock. They even gave me their introduction cards to introduce them to other delegates in the conference, which I did on their behalf to bring them some extra business.
Whenever I went for a conference I carried a list from my two daughters and wife to bring them some special gifts typical of that country. This time they asked me to bring some artificial or gold jewellery from Bangkok. In the meantime, I called my family in Papua New Guinea to find out if they wanted anything get stitched from Bangkok. Well they wasted no time and provided me measurements for a couple of items. I passed the measurements to the most friendly Namdhari Ji. The stuff was ready the next day and looked like a job very well done at a reasonable cost and my family was happy to receive the gifts.
During my visits to their fancy store I asked them if there was a Gurduara around? To my great surprise the Namdhari fellow asked me if I would like to visit a Namdhari Gurduara or a Sikh Gurduara? I was taken back to hear that the Namdhari even do not regard themselves as a sect of the Sikhs.
Getting little closer, they invited me to a Namdhari Wedding and I accepted the invitation. The next day around 10.00am I was picked up and taken to their Gurduara where wedding was taking place. A huge hall with Parkash of Guru Granth Sahib with Palki and Rumalahs immaculate and gorgeous. On the other side was arrangement for fire place for the bride and bride-groom to go around when Lavaan was read and sung. Keertan and Ardas were performed just like in any Sikh Gurduara.
The sangat was orderly and very generous in their offerings on ‘mata tako’. Most ladies (looking like normal Sikhs) were laden with glittering gold ornaments. I took a count of cars outside the Namdhari Gurduara – out of 150 cars, 100 were Mercedes with latest models.
After the Wedding I joined them in their feast which was comprising of only vegetarian foods with minimal wastage as compared to wedding feasts in India.
During this period I talked to number of people who were extremely polite and refined but all claimed that they were not Sikhs. So it was not a Sikh wedding but a Namdhari wedding.
Kirpal Singh
Wellington, New Zealand
kirpal2singh@yahoo.com