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 Yogi Bhajan, left, with Hari Jiwan Singh                 Hari Jiwan Singh with Yogi Bhajan          

   
Hari Jiwan Singh with wife,
Sardarni Sahiba Sat Bachan Kaur Khalsa

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As the holiday season reminds us of giving, a story pops into my mind. When traveling to India with the Siri Singh Sahib, Yogi Bhajan, many things were quite evident. The clearest one was that my suburban background did not prepare me adequately for India’s unique experience.

When we were in Delhi, we would often frequent some of his old hangouts. The first one on his list was Gaylord’s Restaurant in Connaught Place. One day as we were leaving the restaurant, a begging family approached. Please understand many of these people are professional beggars, and their routines are not done out of desperation. Nevertheless, they beg for money as many in India do.

I turned to Yogi Bhajan and asked him “Sir, do I need to give to all these who ask for money?” He replied, “No, son, you don’t. But I do.” After hearing that, I just reached in my pocket and began the blessed and endless journey of learning how to give to those who ask.

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Mukhia Singh Sahib
Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa
Chief of Protocol
Sikh Dharma

Sat Nam Dear Family,

Today I remembered something that made me smile about my days with the Siri Singh Sahib, Yogi Bhajan. When we were in LA, I would pick him up at Dr. Allen’s house, where he lived, and we would journey off to Beverly Hills for lunch at La Scala. Afterwards, we would either go to a movie, or walk down Beverly Drive to visit various shops. Many times as we walked down the street, he would grab my hand and hold it tightly. This is a typical Punjabi cultural habit, but I must admit, although I love my teacher with all my heart, I never felt comfortable holding hands with him as we walked down Beverly Drive. It tested my self-confidence and self-image, and back in those days, I was never able to go beyond the embarrassment. It’s funny how time brings a different perspective on this sort of thing. A lot has happened since then, and I only wish he were present today so I could show him my honor in once more grabbing his hand.

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Mukhia Singh Sahib
Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa
Chief of Protocol
Sikh Dharma --

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