My Open Challenge to SIKH Nation

My Open Challenge to SIKH Nation

I based myself in Sirsa, I started preaching a faith which made the admee, Insaan.

One fine day, I decided, Why not dress myself as a hero and emulate an act which itself was Heroic.

I knew very well that you Sikhs, don’t even allow your martyrs to be portrayed in any form, let alone your Gurus.

I knew it would be a great way to tease you, to mock you, to reiterate to you, again, that in Free India, anyone had the right to make fun of you, your Guru, but you Sikhs had to keep mum. What had you thought of yourselves, when you were nothing more than a slave in this vast Hindu nation with its well known diversity.

Coming back to my agenda; I went ahead and dressed myself as your 10th Guru and emulated the entire act of his which happened at Anandpur Sahib on 13th April, 1699.A.D.

But only difference in the act was I never asked anyone for a Head to be sacrificed for the cause of secular freedom, since I knew it very well that although I may have dressed myself as the Guru but I possessed neither the conviction to ask for a head nor I commanded the respect and reverence amongst my followers, which the Guru certainly did

Nevertheless the act flared you. There were protests all over India and around the world.
You did what you have always been doing. Brandishing swords, shouting slogans, demanding apologies.

But you forgot one thing, that when someone decides to mock or tease a minority in India, It is considered as his fundamental right, the right to expression or freedom in modern democratic jargon.

You also forgot that modern political science teaches us that enemy’s enemy is a friend. So an enemy of Sikh nation is implicitly a friend of the Union of India.

But as was expected of you, you did nothing more than shouting your aggressive slogans of Raj Karega Khalsa on the streets of Amritsar & Ludhiana.

The matter would have died its natural death in your collective memory.

But not for a brave Group amongst you, who confronted me in the Mulund area of Mumbai. I thought I had had enough.

I decided that it was imperative, once again, to remind you of your slavery.

There couldn’t have been a better opportunity!

I shot one brave Balkar Singh in broad day light.

This act flared you, once again.

You started again with your usuals- Brandishing swords, uttering slogans of Raj Karega Khalsa without ever bothering to ponder What Raj Karega Khalsa actually meant.

But I was safe, given Choppers, Jammers and even Z+ security and was safely escorted to my heavenly retreat at Sirsa.

My concluding words to you:

You will soon forget the Shahidi of that Singh who laid his life to protest the sacrilege committed against the very ethos of his faith. Because, what is poor Balkar Singh’s sacrifice, when you have long forgotten the likes of Baba Deep Singh and Bhai Mani Singh.

May you have a comfortable lifestyle which appeases your Hindu masters and friends.

May you succeed in convincing your colleagues at office that the Sikh freedom movement which saw its Hey days in the mid-80s was nothing more than an act of few Hooligans threatening the foundations of Akhand Bharat and the movement by no means found its connection with letter and spirit of Sikh politics; that the true slogan Raj Karega Khalsa lies hidden somewhere in the Hills of Anandpur Sahib.

May you, young Sikh, find that cute girl of your college, with your so called acceptable looks, though by then you may have turned your back to Bhai Taru Singh.

I have the courage and audacity to mock you and still be called by my followers;


RAM RAHIM