Let me introduce myself. I am a thirty-one year old Australian computer support officer with a keen interest in Indian culture and history. I have been employed by TAFE for some eight years now, and love the varied nature of work in an educational institution. In March / April ‘96 I made my first trip overseas and to India. In July / August / September '97 I returned to follow up my interests in religion and to see some good friends.

I grew up steeped in the traditions of the Christian Church of England. In my teenage years I began to question my faith and entered into the Baptist Church of Australia. In the past fifteen years I have moved even further from my religious roots and have spent time in a personal quest into the religions of the world. My views have been shaped not so much by learned works or great books, but by people that have taken the time to speak with me. Although I must admit that I enjoy reading Khushwant Singh.

Over the years I have gained something of a grasp of Norse, Sikh, Hindu, Muslim, Shinto, and Buddhist religions. Of all these, I have heard the words of the Guru most clearly in my heart.

My second journey to the sub-continent took me through Singapore, India, Bangladesh, Nepal, and Pakistan. I visited sites of Sikh and Buddhist importance. Aside from the Central Gurdwara in Singapore, I spent some time in the Gurdwaras of Bidar, Nanded, Patna, Amritsar, and Lahore.

In all of my travels I found the Singapore Sikh community to be the most welcoming. Truly warm and caring. Educated, questioning, and open. The feeling in the Central Gurdwara is one I have only felt once before, in a Christian church. I felt that this was a house of god, and that he was dwelling within.

I was most pleased to see that the Singapore Sikh community has an active youth, something lacking in other Sikh communities. I don’t wish to jump up on a soapbox, but the future is in the hands of the young. Equally important in these uncertain days is technology. As a computer support officer, I understand the difficulties this poses. The efforts and outstanding results that have been made in the Central Gurdwara are fantastic. CyberSikh is a forum that is a real joy to be a part of.

While visiting Amritsar, I had Punjabi Sikhs comment on the high quality of The Sewak and the varied activities of the youth wing.

The matter of ritual comes up in all religions. I feel that some ritual, in the form of traditions and valuable teachings, is required. Excessive ritual is useless and distracts one from the goals that are really important. Religion should help us come to know ourselves and support others on the life journey.

I have one saying that has held true for me, and it is this, with thanks to Ella Wheeler Wilcox.

"So many gods, so many creeds, so many paths that wind and wind. When just the art of being kind is all that the sad world needs."

Special thanks must go to Nirmal and Gursewak in Australia, Jasmail and Prabhjit in Singapore, and Khushwant Singh in print.

Phil "Wombat" Gray.

 

November ’97.

 

 

 

In my three year love affair with Indian and all it holds, I fantasised it in my mind’s eye as a stairway leading to a mughal audience hall, through an ornate archway. In the audience hall was a dancing festival of gods, spirits, and men. Ganesha was leading the wild dance. As my knowledge of India grew I felt that I was vacillating on the threshold of the hall. Sometimes taking a step forward, sometimes spinning in wild dance with the assembled masses, and sometimes turning away, in direct relation to the storm of emotions and relationships that were effecting me in the ‘real’ world. As time passed Hanuman, and then Sikhs, joined the dance.

This day I stand in the empty hall, strewn with the faded flowers and related debris of the festival. The dance has moved on…

Into tapestry-shrouded side chambers. From the hall I gaze out over the fortress walls and on to all of India. The differing strains of music, ancient and modern, echoing about me from the adjacent chambers. Underscoring the choices that now confront me. Highlighting emotions and discourses of the learned.

If I follow one of the groups into the side chambers, will I be trapped there in? Will I be cut off from the other dancers. If I follow the bhangra dancers and become a keshdhari, will I loose the other aspects of the dance that is India?

Maybe it is best to remain alone in the empty mughal audience hall and just listen to all that is India from a distance. In the emptiness, where my heart is safely armoured.

 

May ’98.

 

 

I have abandoned the armour,

Embraced my friends,

And taken the turban.

 

May ’98.

 

 

Phil Gray <wild_wombat@hotmail.com> wrote:

Gur Fateh

Sat Sri Akal

Last month we all lost a dear friend and a fine Sikh. This time of grief and sadness brought home to me how precious and how short life is, and that you mast grab it with both hands while it lasts. Because of this I have taken a step that I was hesitant to undertake. For Yanee Singh (Jrn.), for my friends upon the path, and for myself, I have taken the turban and am Keshdhari.

This is a joyous time for me.

Phil J. Gray

Gur Fateh

 

June ’98.

 

 

The turban of a Sikh is both a crown of honour and a guard against injustice...

I am most proud and privileged to wear such a raiment.

 

The Sikh path is one of honour and justice

To be a Sikh is to live in joyous wonder and to experience the world with love

Some fall from this path because they cannot meet these classic values and loose faith

Some fall from this path because they prefer the joys of the material world to the joy of the Ultimate Reality

And some fall because they have insufficient honour and justice within them to wear the turban…

 

 

God is of spring sunshine...

Warm, comforting, and full of promise.

No cold and sterile illumination is the creator.

But a golden radiance,

That envelopes and protects,

All who realise the Word.

 

October ’98.