The story of Colonialism and its offspring!

One day Colonialism planted a seed, from this seed grew Oppression; Oppression gave birth to Ambition, which led us along a long path to Ignorance, which fell in love with Greed. Ambition stayed loyal to its roots (Oppression) and they both began growing stronger than Ignorance and Greed combined. Although Ignorance and Greed were big and loud, Ambition and Oppression were not ready to be ignored. This clash brought Change and Awareness, these two changed everything, but also fed the egos of Greed; both Change and Awareness, though young and vibrant, became tainted. This did not stop Ambition and Oppression for they adopted Change and Awareness and vowed to keep moving and growing and hopefully one day, reaching their goal, PEACE!

A Poem by Nivie Dhami.

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From Nivie to Navneet and the Wounded

If anyone knows how to fail it is me. I have failed at so many things in my life it seemed at one point a reality I had become accustomed to. I had failed at being happy, I had failed as a friend, I had failed as a companion and then as a human being. Through all those failures one thing helped me succeed and that was determination.

I was never one to accept things, I have always fought against the status quo, I will never conform for anyone, and I have always found myself in places no one I known had ever been. I take pride in my decisions even the bad ones, because they have all brought me to where I am today, a place of reflection and growth.

I have overcome obstacles many will never face, experienced things many cannot imagine and seen days of darkness deeper than many can collect. In all this, I have survived! I am still here and I am still fighting. Every day I am fighting for a better me, a better day that will bring forth a better tomorrow. I am fighting to live, I am fighting to be happy, I am fighting to bring light into my darkened soul that has been hurt so many times.

I have tears that have yet to be shed, but still I hide them under bright smiles and loud laughter. I have wounds that feel as though they will never heal, but I go on to fight more battles in life because I know I can. I believe in myself, in the world around me and in my story. For they hold more power than I can understand today, but thankfully this fact I understand.

I have found peace in words and sharing, I find strength in the unity of the wounded. It seems more real than the unity of the manipulative and spoiled, the sheltered and the weak. I know we shouldn’t judge for I hate them for doing the same to me, but there is a part of me that was there and when I judge I am judging that person within me. The weak young girl so influenced by everything around her, so wounded by everything around her, and so betrayed by everything around her. For a long time I hated that girl inside me, I hated her weakness and her judgments, her ridicules and assumptions, her unwilling to live. I hated how she made me feel (if that was what I was doing). I hated her reality for it was not mines; it was constructed by her world I never fit into. As time went on that girl grew and lived and then somewhere she changed. Now, after the bruises and the experiences, I have come to peace with her and embrace her for she is the reason I am who I am today.

I wonder where would I have been if it not been for the hurt and wounds, would I have been so enlightened? Would I care about the things I do now? Would I love like I do now? I don’t have answers but I have more assumptions and to those questions; my assumptions answer NO!

I don’t know if I will ever be able to go back to the status quo, live the rest of my life with those sheltered brats and consume myself of hatred for anything different. I am too free, I am too happy; I am too liberated to even care to go back. Will I ever be wounded again? I hope so, because it is those wounds that help me grow to be the woman I am, and it is those wounds that will forever help me grow into the woman I want to be.

So here is to the wounded, the different, the out-casted. Those they point fingers at, those they call ugly, this is for all those children who never really fit in, because they were born to stand out. This is for those scraps, scars, and tears that will never show. This is for the fact that we are not alone, this is for the fight and might to live on to be better people. This is for making this world a better place and making it REAL. I love you! And to the little girl inside I hated for so long, I love you too.

Love Nivie

Words that express how I feel compiled into sentences that rhyme.

Although we all have developed new methods of transportation, our journey’s seem to have lost their way. All that was colour and all that was beautiful has since turned to rubble and grey.

The secrets of Siruis and the joy that star brings us, doesn’t seem to matter in the present. When in reality its abundant importance was all the past consumed and now we are moving further away from the relevant.

Life is more than working a nine to five with bills to pay and people to please. I have no desire to consume myself with all this materialistic, insignificant greed.

Where will these luxurious cars go when our souls departs these bodies, will all these things matter then. I will not become a product of social construction, I want to exercise my spiritual liberation with no limits to how and when.

This consumption of the devilish greed I see around me everyday makes me ill. What happened to the bliss and dharma we are all here to obtain, what happened to free will?

It saddens me that we have forgotten the science and the spiritual journey’s which were so clear generations before us. Religion wasn’t created to separate or destroy, it was created to maintain distance from humans and lust.

Why haven’t we closed Pandora’s box after generations of destruction? Why haven’t we began the reconstruction?!

I can ramble for days on how much I detest being a part of a generation so far from the truth and good. Regardless I will continue on my path just as I should.

Love eachother, share a thought, live as though it was worth all the wars that we fought.

Otherwise, really….What was the point anyway.

Nivie Dhami

This world…

I have this world in my head that follows me around everywhere. A world need not dates and holidays to influence emotion or appreciation. A world without laws or restraints, a world to perfect for such political taint. This world is based on truths, actual ones, not those poor excuses of truths mortality relies on, but actual truths, ones our universe was created from. This world needs not materialism for it can never obtain superficiality. This world is based on lost principals that seem obscure because of the clout of the invisible hand we all seem to fall under.

Since I was little this world has evolved and become more beautiful with time. The more I learn and unlearn the more wonderful this world becomes. At times this world seems a foggy distant anticipation I hold, and then I tune in again, flip the pages and the world returns. I cherish this world of knowledge and warmth, although it makes the reality I live in feel so incomplete. This world is where I belong, and when I really need to go there I close my eyes. I patiently await the day where that is all my mortal soul will do so I can join this world. Until then I continue to grow this world into all that I can, so that when I join this world it will be ready for me.

A Poem by Nivie Dhami

Death is in fact the only truth and surety life has to offer.

death/deTH/ Noun

  1. The action or fact of dying or being killed; the end of the life of a person or organism.

Death, the inevitable end to our existence. I have known my fair share of family members, peers and friends who have fallen victim to this inevitability.

Life is our story, and how we tell it is the gift left up to us. What we do everyday, tells a bit of that story to those around us. When we are gone the story ends and how you want that story to be told is up to us as individuals. Some tell their stories through paintings and art. Some tell their stories through inventions and revolutions. Some tell their stories through love for the world around them and everyone in it. These stories are what we hold on to. Their smiles, their jokes, the small things they did to tell their stories. We carry these stories with us wherever and whenever we go. We cherish those moments and tears form because of the depth of their stories and how dear those stories are to us.  Their impacts make us cry, their love, and the loss of that love. Their pictures bring back the memories, but fail to bring comfort in the fact that they are now only memories.

Like they say, the glass should be half full. Looking at death in a half full perspective, helps me to deal with it, rationalize it and cope with it.

Whenever I hear of another fallen solider in this battle called life, I begin to contemplate the concept of life and purpose. I over analyze my decisions and the curiosity of spirituality begins to consume more and more of my time.

Life is beautiful and wonderful, it is also dark and horrible. There will be Death only where there has been Birth. Ying Yang, the balance of life.

Life (Here on Earth), in my opinion, is a small fraction of our spiritual journey. Our physical lives here on Earth, have purpose, that help our spiritual lives get to where home is. Once the purpose of our physical lives are fulfilled, the time comes for the spirit to continue to the next phase of its journey. Set free from this world, they enter a world that inevitably awaits us all. Like the definition of death itself states, it is merely the death of an organism. Where our spirit goes after this mortal death has yet to be experienced and learned, and until we are here it will always remain a mystery. Although my knowledge of this place is a mystery, I am convinced it is a better place than mortality and life on Earth.  Death is in fact the only truth and surety life has to offer.

This week I would like to pay tribute to someone I knew. A solider at the least, Avtar Banga, a man who brought a smile to my face whenever I saw him. I might not have known him as well as those closest to him, and I hadn’t seen him in years, and still, his death hit close to home. Time doesn’t stop for anyone or anything. It will continue to go on even now that he is gone. He will always be remembered in my heart for his warm smile and quirky jokes. His wit and his smarts, his willingness to always see outside the box. He will always be loved by those whom he loved and that will never change. He was here and now he is gone, all too fast. But despite his absence, his presence will always be felt. My condolences to his family, friends and loved ones. May his soul rest happily in paradise, and may his smile never be forgotten.

Rest in Peace Hardeep Gill. I remembered you today.

God Bless the souls who’ve come and gone, and those still among us. Appreciate everything, and tell your story well.

Love and Peace

Nivie

Scatter

Two faces make you real to those who spend less time paying attention to the detail, I am pretty satisfied with my one.

I lack both the capacity and desire to turn back the needles and revisit the past where you were the main focus of life, and proudly I am satisfied with all that was done.

Tomorrow brings a deeper understanding of how important the journey is along with the lessons we learn, Today allows me to appreciate all that I am surrounded by, this is the true gift of life.

We have lost focus on the true purpose and big picture, distracted by the small screens and large lifestyles of nothing.

Feeling so out of place in a world that calls me crazy for being passionate and actually caring for something.

I refuse to dress to impress you, I dress to impress me, I like it that way.

You see my clothes and not my heart because your eyes don’t give your heart the time of day.

Pretend all of this is a dream and life is whatever you want it to be, when you wake up do you like what you see?

A Poem by Nivie Dhami

 

Religion in a Nivie perspective

I myself am a strong believer in religion, there is an undying love and respect I have for Sikhism which is very dear to who I am today. I have spent countless hours researching and trying to understand what all religions represent and have found myself able to relate most to Sikhism. Though at times we come across questions that contradict our beliefs there is no real way to distinguish which is right. So after some research and thinking of what Waheguru (God) is, this is what I was able to grasp.

I had an interesting talk with a friend of mine and we discussed the origin of the human species and discovered that scientifically if you research the process of evolution, human’s can be traced back to fish. It sounded so absurd to me at first, but after some reading and diagrams, I came to the conclusion that it is just as justifiable as the answers religion gives us. The evidence is backed up by hard facts making a strong case to which I cannot be ignorant to.

So, Waheguru is the creator of life; mammals, reptiles and insects all depend on water for survival, our bodies need it and cannot live without it for too long. An active ingredient in H2O is Oxygen without which water would be H2 leaving water as a compound without O incomplete. So if oxygen is needed for water, and water essential to create life, I believe that means that Mother Nature is our Waheguru.

It is interesting in the perspective of a Canadian-Sikh when reading the Hymns in Sikhi. Naturally I read it from a Western perspective and do see the cultural dimensions that have sculpted the perceptions the Hymns express. I see the Hymns as meditations and wise tales more than guidelines for life. Only when we are able to be is when we can see, be the change and one shall see the change. With this being said, it is truly hard to determine what Waheguru (God) is. Waheguru cannot be seen in a picture, or met in person. Waheguru is our spirit and conscious which in my opinion I believe the Hymns help us revitalized. Through meditation we are getting in touch with our selves and Waheguru which is essentially our surroundings. Our mothers and fathers brought us into this world giving such a God-like gift, life. Plants provide our lungs with the God-like gift of oxygen. Leaving me to think about the Hymns and their principals and what the message means to me. I see Waheguru in my mother and father, I see Waheguru in myself, I see Waheguru in Earth.

From my research and my understanding of Sikhism I have gathered that there is no “He” or “She” when referring to Waheguru. If there is no form than Waheguru fails as a being, leaving the possibilities endless. There is always more to what we know and the learning can only continue when one questions what they believe. Is the message of Waheguru so misconstrued leaving loop wholes for corruption or is my head just questioning way to much? I guess there is no way to get a certain 100% rational answer to that question right now, and I think it is safe to say I doubt there will ever be.

A Poem Nivie Wrote

Sometimes I get so lost in my mind I start to see things that are not there, I start to imagine a lie and believe it’s truth when lies don’t really have truth, But I am so lost in my mind I start to see things that are not there.

I start to imagine a world that is not there, I start to accept the flaws and blind the injustices because I am so lost in my mind I start to imagine a world that is not there.

I start to hear the songs that aren’t even sung, I battle with the fact that it may be my mind or it maybe my ears that hold the delusions, because I start to hear songs that aren’t even sung.

I start to step back a little, I start to see a different shade and strokes that were always there but I never saw before because I start to step back a little.

It is all changing, I am starting to find my way back to the world that I once knew, and hear the songs that are sung, and slowly as I step into the right place to see the bigger picture I see, It is all changing.

What changed? The songs have meaning, the paintings tell stories with each strokes, and I see the injustices now. I am changing and slowly I learn what changed.

Nothing changed but me, For it is the same world, the same songs and the same strokes, nothing changed but me.

We are equals, still there is a difference in that equality…

“We are equals, still there is a difference in that equality. Don’t try and be a man, be a woman it is powerful business when done correctly.”

To me being a woman means more than being able to pee sitting down, it means compassion and love, understanding and nurturing instincts. It has nothing to do with attire or the gender roles set out by our cultures and society. The fact that femininity is not universal and differs from region to region is proof enough that the universal truth of what makes a woman has yet to be accepted.

I read this quote and I was forced to think deeply into the message. “Don’t try to be a man be a woman, it is powerful business when done correctly…”

What does being a woman mean?! Growing up I was taught that girls sat a certain way, talked a certain way and had to be passive in this aggressive world we live in. I learned that to many being a woman had rules and regulations, and if you didn’t accept them, then the world would not accept you as a woman.

I have since learned that all of those things are bulls****. Being a woman is a gift from Waheguru (God) and once you are given that gift, no one can take that from you. I have rebelled against all social norms my whole life. I don’t like labels, or rules and have a hard time following them justifiably. If I want to sit a certain way, the stares do not stop me, for my femininity is for me to keep. If I like to dress in baggier clothes instead of dressing up like every other girl my age, I should be able to do this without being labelled a “tomboy”.

I turn the TV on to see Hollywood Critics and Celeb Critics on almost every channel. Why are we socially accepting the high school politics we ran from as teenagers?! I look forward to a time where this world will just allow people to be who they are instead of finding joy out of criticizing them.

Dig the real, lies will surface. The deep rooted truth is hard to see with so much bulls*** covering it.

Truth has a bitter taste, undesirable to some. When one decides it prefers only the sweetness that life has to offer, the bitterness builds up, and releases harsh bitter truths in due time.

You cannot run from the truth, you cannot hide. There are no games that can be played with the truth for it is a sure entity. Truth is a square, no curves or short cuts can be added and still be called a square. It is what it is. Even when it isn’t it is. because even in the isn’t there lies is.

The truth is really hard for many people to hear. It is unavoidable and always prevails in due time. The truth is not always what we think it is. Sometimes we force ourselves to believe we know the truth, but the truth is never forced, truth is patient and pure. The truth cannot be rushed, for it will take as much time as it should. The only truth we have in life is ourselves. The only truth we carry with ourselves is the truth we know. We owe no body justifications on our truth, but sometimes we are forced to, even this is true.

A Poem by Nivie Dhami