Be Just And Fear Not

Be Just And Fear Not

These were the words on the teacups I drank out of every morning before going to school. My father brought them from a market we (my sister and brothers) as kids called  katchra market..meaning cheap junk market. It was just an ordinary open market…..My high caste position in India was still embedded into my psyche and I looked down on the life I found myself experiencing…

I am extremely grateful for the Mantra like effect these words had on me from my early teens.


Lone dog

Here’s another poem from my childhood days..

I’M a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog, and lone;

I’m a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own;

I’m a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;

I love to sit and bay the moon, to keep fat souls from sleep.

I’ll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,

A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat,

Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,

But shut door, and sharp stone, and cuff and kick, and hate.

Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,

Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.

O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,

Wide wind, and wild stars, and hunger of the quest!



God be in my head

God be in my head, and in my understanding;
God be in my eyes, and in my looking;
God be in my mouth, and in my speaking;
God be in my heart, and in my thinking;
God be at my end, and at my departing.

I read the above in a poetry book at school at the age of eight/ nine.

We had just come from India to live in England and I was bullied and beaten mercilessly.

I could not for the life of me understand the hatred and disgust some of the white kids would beam at me as they spat out the word Paki. The Black kids would do the same except the word was Khoolie and the two other Indian girls who could speak English  fluently would actually pay (with sweets and money) other kids to bully me however they fancied.

One of them one day just for the hell of it poked me with a pencil in my arm. It somehow got tattooed on my arm… I still have a black spot there 42 years later. These and a few very personal experiences taught me there is no such thing as “Your own Kind”. There is Ignorance or there is Light. That’s it.

I vowed I would always rise above this type of behaviour, stick up for the “underdog”…and find strength in Love/God.

This attitude/passion has served me well in this life as it has been the greatest spiritual teacher. That is not to say it has not come with pain…It has come with IMMENSE pain because humanity is sometimes so far from love…

It seems… Humanity’s understanding of love, respect, responsibility appears to be at a most primitive state. A state in which I feel uncomfortable and a misfit.

The present  interpretation of religions by much of humanity does nothing to stem  the leaking of love out of our bodies and its replacement with fear, hate and ignorance.


Words that formed me-1

Ik o’nkaar  – God is One

Sat-naam   – Of  True  Name

karta-purkh   – The Creator

Nir-bhau    – The Fearless

Nir-vair   – Without Enmity

Akaal-moorat – The Immortal

Ajooni   – The Unborn

Sai-bha’ng  – Self-illuminated

Gur-parsaad – By the grace of the Guru

Jap   – Recite

Aad-sach   – True in the beginning

Jugaad-sach  – True through ages

hai bhi sach  – True at present

Nanak hosi bhi sach – Nanak says True for always

This prayer/Mool mantra has run through my physical and spiritual veins from my conception and besides other things it taught me 2 very important feelings to always gravitate towards and nurture in myself and those around me.

To not hate

To be fearless

My moto is to practice this where it counts, where I may have to stick my neck out or stand alone. To not hate or fear is me being the person I can respect. Anything less is…just not worth thinking about.