1964 11 Sikhs were gunned down at Paonta Sahib (Himachal Pradesh) by the Mahant’s henchmen.
The sangat of Poanta Sahib had requested head of Tarna Dal (not Nihal Singh, but the one before him) to visit the Gurdwara. They complained that the residing masand was abusing the Gurdwara premises through drinking, raping women that came alone, and making prostitutes dance inside. After several such requests Babaji decided to visit Poanta Sahib accompanied by 13 GurSikhs. They left, from Gurdwara Haria Welan Hoshiarpur, riding horses and horse drawn carts. When they arrived near Gurdwara Poanta Sahib, two GurSikhs carried Babaji’s message for the masand requesting initiation of a Akhand Path at the Gurdwara. The masand did not give a definitive answer, instead assured to respond before the next morning. Meanwhile the masand confided with the local police chief, one of his corrupt friends who endorsed and permitted his evil acts.
Babaji started the Akhand Path next morning which proceeded uninterrupted for 2 days. On the 2nd day, the masand came with the police. They arrested Babaji who was outside at that time and fired at the GurSikhs inside, who were conducting the Akhand Path. The GurSikhs had no guns. For they had not come with the intent to fight, but rather to hear the sangat’s concerns. As a result they were brutally massacred. Eleven died and two survived. As each Pathi was shot while reciting the Guru Granth Sahib, another simply pushed his body and continued the uninterrupted recitation of Sri Guru Granth Sahib. Nihal Singh, 21 at the time, continued with his choar sewa (even when he had been shot 3 times) until the last GurSikh was shot. As the Akhand Path was interrupted, Nihal Singh finally fell. The only survivor was the youngest GurSikh, a 11 year old, who was found hiding behind a nagara (drums). Besides him all others were presumed dead. It wasn’t until the bodies were being loaded up in a cart that a small child saw Nihal Singh breath and informed the local sikhs. The local sikhs who had gathered by now, screamed to get him some medical attention. Fortunately they succeeded in their efforts. He received medical attention and survived with Vaaheguru’s grace. He was subsequently honored by many gurdwaras as “Jinda-Shaheed” Jathedar. The masand was finally removed. Akhand paths are held each year in the commemoration of this event.
One day a Nihang Singh was on a bus… the conducter starts coming around to give out tickets….
Guy 1: “Give me a ticket to Anandpur.”
The Nihang slaps him.
Guy 1: Why did you slap me?
Nihang Singh: Why did you say Anandpur, can’t you say Anadpur Sahib?
other guy gets scared
Guy 2: Give me a ticket to Jalandhar Sahib.
Nihang slaps him too.
Guy 2: Why did you slap ME? I said Sahib…
Nihang Singh: It is not a dharmik isthaan…
The third guy gets scared
Guy 3: Here’s the money…just ask the Nihang where I am going.
THE Nihangs are not often seen in cities, and we know, they are a very special tribe, with a hoary history in Sikh chronicles. It’s on some special occasions — festivals, village sports, gurpurb celebrations — that we watch them in action, attired in their full regalia. Their very clothes proclaim them, for they wear heavy blues and saffrons and always carry their weapons, particularly a long and sharp spear. Their turbans are worn like a pagoda adorned with Khanda, small steel swords etc. Now, one thing that’s not generally known to the people is their own home-grown rhetoric or idiom, and that language is often is amusing as it is confusing.
They generally live in their own deras, away from towns, and are known to have their own diet and drinks. Bhang, for instance, is their speciality, and after their repast, they practise gatka, a kind of martial game — sword-display, horse-riding etc.
But the encounter between a Nihang Singh a ticket-collector in a running train really forms the heart of our little story. This incident I’m going to recall here took place some 50 years ago. Accompanied by some members of our family, we boarded a train from
Delhi to Jabalpur to attend the marriage. ceremonies of a dear cousin.
And then, when we had been in a special compartment with reserved seats for sitting for six or seven hours, a Nihang Singh boarded our compartment, carrying his usual weapons and fully dressed in their tribe’s prescribed robes. His entry was so dramatic that most of the passengers looked awe-struck, and the children retreated into the laps of their mothers. His loud greetings, “Boley so Nihal� woke up all those dozing or dreaming, He cast a roving eye around, but finding no empty seat, stood like a sentinal right in the middle of the train. He kept reciting sotto-voce some hymns or Nihang mantras, but, otherwise he remained calm, cool and collected. This produced a salutary effect, and the passengers began to feel somewhat at ease.
And then came that memorable encounter, the Nihang’s brush with a ticket collector in uniform and a punching machine in hand. He went on checking all the seated passengers, one by one, leaving Nihang Singh in peace. And, finally, before he was going to leave the compartment he suddenly turned round on his heels to confront the Nihang Singh. The conversation that followed is put down here somewhat in the manner in which it took place, “May I see your ticket, Nihang Singh Ji,� he said with due respect and salutation.
The Singh Ji stood gazing at his face, registering no emotion, a statue rooted in the middle of the floor. The ticket collector repeated his request. But he drew a blank again, Non-plussed, the ticket-collector bawled out: “Singh Ji, have you a ticket with you?� “Ticket, eh, what ticket?� he responded in a mocking tone. But the ticket collector was not to be intimated that way. He again repeated his demand, a little more stringently. And the Nihang Singh uttered those memorable words which sent the whole compartment into peels and peels of laughter. “No, I carry no ticket. But who are you to demand one?� “That’s my duty�, the ticket collector added. “Why, is this your train?� “No Nihang ji, it belongs to the Government�. “And the Government belongs to the people�, retorted Nihang Singh. “The people, the earth on which the train is running belongs to God. who’re you to claim it? Take you train off the lines, of the earth�, he quipped with an amused eye. The poor ticket-collector beat a hasty retreat, leaving the passengers laughing and laughing and laughing, the Nihang Singh’s circular, loony logic having done the trick.
1980 With the protection of Baba Nihal Singh, Krishan
Kaur Khalsa was the first woman to perform kirtan, in
recent time, within the confines of Sri Harimandir
Sahib. Vikram Singh Khalsa was performing kirtan on
the Gurupurab for the birthday for Guru Ram Das Ji.
This kirtan was for a Bhog on the roof of the
Harimandir Sahib — not in the main hall. When he
finished, he motioned for Krishna Kaur Khalsa to play.
As she began some SGPC sevadars moved to stop her but
Baba Nihal Singh and some other Nihungs stood in their
way and protected her right to perform kirtan within
the confines of the Harimandir Sahib. Still no Sikh
woman has performed kirtan in the main darbar.
In 1979, Sikhs of American descent performed Kirtan in
Darbar Sahib for the very first time while observing
Guru Ram Das’s Prakash Utsav. Sardar Vikram Singh
Khalsa, Ajeet Singh Khalsa, and Guru Sangat Singh
Khalsa performed kirtan in the main darbar.
1984: Baba Nihal Singh was Right Hand Man of Sant
Jarnail Singh, and had many gevious with the Indian
Army’s and Politians
One Story i heard was that they; raided the camp and
caught Baba Ji and his Singhs, and tied him upto a
jeep and dragged him around the villages on a
rope,tearing his skin apart and painstakenly broke his
arms and legs. They tied his beard up with his “nala”
from his kachera and beat him continuously. But baba
ji , nver gave up.
1964 11 Sikhs were gunned down at Paonta Sahib
(Himachal Pradesh) by the Mahant’s henchmen.
The sangat of Poanta Sahib had requested head of Tarna
Dal (not Nihal Singh, but the one before him) to visit
the Gurdwara. They complained that the residing masand
was abusing the Gurdwara premises through drinking,
raping women that came alone, and making prostitutes
dance inside. After several such requests Babaji
decided to visit Poanta Sahib accompanied by 13
GurSikhs. They left, from Gurdwara Haria Welan
Hoshiarpur, riding horses and horse drawn carts. When
they arrived near Gurdwara Poanta Sahib, two GurSikhs
carried Babaji’s message for the masand requesting
initiation of a Akhand Path at the Gurdwara. The
masand did not give a definitive answer, instead
assured to respond before the next morning. Meanwhile
the masand confided with the local police chief, one
of his corrupt friends who endorsed and permitted his
evil acts.
Babaji started the Akhand Path next morning which
proceeded uninterrupted for 2 days. On the 2nd day,
the masand came with the police. They arrested Babaji
who was outside at that time and fired at the GurSikhs
inside, who were conducting the Akhand Path. The
GurSikhs had no guns. For they had not come with the
intent to fight, but rather to hear the sangat’s
concerns. As a result they were brutally massacred.
Eleven died and two survived. As each Pathi was shot
while reciting the Guru Granth Sahib, another simply
pushed his body and continued the uninterrupted
recitation of Sri Guru Granth Sahib. Nihal Singh, 21
at the time, continued with his choar sewa (even when
he had been shot 3 times) until the last GurSikh was
shot. As the Akhand Path was interrupted, Nihal Singh
finally fell. The only survivor was the youngest
GurSikh, a 11 year old, who was found hiding behind a
nagara (drums). Besides him all others were presumed
dead. It wasn’t until the bodies were being loaded up
in a cart that a small child saw Nihal Singh breath
and informed the local sikhs. The local sikhs who had
gathered by now, screamed to get him some medical
attention. Fortunately they succeeded in their
efforts. He received medical attention and survived
with Vaaheguru’s grace. He was subsequently honored by
many gurdwaras as “Jinda-Shaheed” Jathedar. The masand
was finally removed. Akhand paths are held each year
in the commemoration of this event.
Still Today Baba Ji lives on….Salute to a devouted
Sevadar of the Panth
The stories of Nihang Singhs ridong trains must be the cause that I have heard that Nihang Singh travel on trains without having to pay….I guess ereryone is too awestruck or afraid.
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Wow :| You’re a lucky guy Gurumustuk Singh! that’s amazing
http://allaboutsikhs.com/history/his0522.htm
1964 11 Sikhs were gunned down at Paonta Sahib (Himachal Pradesh) by the Mahant’s henchmen.
The sangat of Poanta Sahib had requested head of Tarna Dal (not Nihal Singh, but the one before him) to visit the Gurdwara. They complained that the residing masand was abusing the Gurdwara premises through drinking, raping women that came alone, and making prostitutes dance inside. After several such requests Babaji decided to visit Poanta Sahib accompanied by 13 GurSikhs. They left, from Gurdwara Haria Welan Hoshiarpur, riding horses and horse drawn carts. When they arrived near Gurdwara Poanta Sahib, two GurSikhs carried Babaji’s message for the masand requesting initiation of a Akhand Path at the Gurdwara. The masand did not give a definitive answer, instead assured to respond before the next morning. Meanwhile the masand confided with the local police chief, one of his corrupt friends who endorsed and permitted his evil acts.
Babaji started the Akhand Path next morning which proceeded uninterrupted for 2 days. On the 2nd day, the masand came with the police. They arrested Babaji who was outside at that time and fired at the GurSikhs inside, who were conducting the Akhand Path. The GurSikhs had no guns. For they had not come with the intent to fight, but rather to hear the sangat’s concerns. As a result they were brutally massacred. Eleven died and two survived. As each Pathi was shot while reciting the Guru Granth Sahib, another simply pushed his body and continued the uninterrupted recitation of Sri Guru Granth Sahib. Nihal Singh, 21 at the time, continued with his choar sewa (even when he had been shot 3 times) until the last GurSikh was shot. As the Akhand Path was interrupted, Nihal Singh finally fell. The only survivor was the youngest GurSikh, a 11 year old, who was found hiding behind a nagara (drums). Besides him all others were presumed dead. It wasn’t until the bodies were being loaded up in a cart that a small child saw Nihal Singh breath and informed the local sikhs. The local sikhs who had gathered by now, screamed to get him some medical attention. Fortunately they succeeded in their efforts. He received medical attention and survived with Vaaheguru’s grace. He was subsequently honored by many gurdwaras as “Jinda-Shaheed” Jathedar. The masand was finally removed. Akhand paths are held each year in the commemoration of this event.
One day a Nihang Singh was on a bus… the conducter starts coming around to give out tickets….
Guy 1: “Give me a ticket to Anandpur.”
The Nihang slaps him.
Guy 1: Why did you slap me?
Nihang Singh: Why did you say Anandpur, can’t you say Anadpur Sahib?
other guy gets scared
Guy 2: Give me a ticket to Jalandhar Sahib.
Nihang slaps him too.
Guy 2: Why did you slap ME? I said Sahib…
Nihang Singh: It is not a dharmik isthaan…
The third guy gets scared
Guy 3: Here’s the money…just ask the Nihang where I am going.
http://www.tribuneindia.com/2004/20040928/edit.htm#5
Nihang and the ticket collector
by Darshan Singh Maini
THE Nihangs are not often seen in cities, and we know, they are a very special tribe, with a hoary history in Sikh chronicles. It’s on some special occasions — festivals, village sports, gurpurb celebrations — that we watch them in action, attired in their full regalia. Their very clothes proclaim them, for they wear heavy blues and saffrons and always carry their weapons, particularly a long and sharp spear. Their turbans are worn like a pagoda adorned with Khanda, small steel swords etc. Now, one thing that’s not generally known to the people is their own home-grown rhetoric or idiom, and that language is often is amusing as it is confusing.
They generally live in their own deras, away from towns, and are known to have their own diet and drinks. Bhang, for instance, is their speciality, and after their repast, they practise gatka, a kind of martial game — sword-display, horse-riding etc.
But the encounter between a Nihang Singh a ticket-collector in a running train really forms the heart of our little story. This incident I’m going to recall here took place some 50 years ago. Accompanied by some members of our family, we boarded a train from
Delhi to Jabalpur to attend the marriage. ceremonies of a dear cousin.
And then, when we had been in a special compartment with reserved seats for sitting for six or seven hours, a Nihang Singh boarded our compartment, carrying his usual weapons and fully dressed in their tribe’s prescribed robes. His entry was so dramatic that most of the passengers looked awe-struck, and the children retreated into the laps of their mothers. His loud greetings, “Boley so Nihal� woke up all those dozing or dreaming, He cast a roving eye around, but finding no empty seat, stood like a sentinal right in the middle of the train. He kept reciting sotto-voce some hymns or Nihang mantras, but, otherwise he remained calm, cool and collected. This produced a salutary effect, and the passengers began to feel somewhat at ease.
And then came that memorable encounter, the Nihang’s brush with a ticket collector in uniform and a punching machine in hand. He went on checking all the seated passengers, one by one, leaving Nihang Singh in peace. And, finally, before he was going to leave the compartment he suddenly turned round on his heels to confront the Nihang Singh. The conversation that followed is put down here somewhat in the manner in which it took place, “May I see your ticket, Nihang Singh Ji,� he said with due respect and salutation.
The Singh Ji stood gazing at his face, registering no emotion, a statue rooted in the middle of the floor. The ticket collector repeated his request. But he drew a blank again, Non-plussed, the ticket-collector bawled out: “Singh Ji, have you a ticket with you?� “Ticket, eh, what ticket?� he responded in a mocking tone. But the ticket collector was not to be intimated that way. He again repeated his demand, a little more stringently. And the Nihang Singh uttered those memorable words which sent the whole compartment into peels and peels of laughter. “No, I carry no ticket. But who are you to demand one?� “That’s my duty�, the ticket collector added. “Why, is this your train?� “No Nihang ji, it belongs to the Government�. “And the Government belongs to the people�, retorted Nihang Singh. “The people, the earth on which the train is running belongs to God. who’re you to claim it? Take you train off the lines, of the earth�, he quipped with an amused eye. The poor ticket-collector beat a hasty retreat, leaving the passengers laughing and laughing and laughing, the Nihang Singh’s circular, loony logic having done the trick.
Baba Nihal Singh, Horshipur lived up to his name
1980 With the protection of Baba Nihal Singh, Krishan
Kaur Khalsa was the first woman to perform kirtan, in
recent time, within the confines of Sri Harimandir
Sahib. Vikram Singh Khalsa was performing kirtan on
the Gurupurab for the birthday for Guru Ram Das Ji.
This kirtan was for a Bhog on the roof of the
Harimandir Sahib — not in the main hall. When he
finished, he motioned for Krishna Kaur Khalsa to play.
As she began some SGPC sevadars moved to stop her but
Baba Nihal Singh and some other Nihungs stood in their
way and protected her right to perform kirtan within
the confines of the Harimandir Sahib. Still no Sikh
woman has performed kirtan in the main darbar.
In 1979, Sikhs of American descent performed Kirtan in
Darbar Sahib for the very first time while observing
Guru Ram Das’s Prakash Utsav. Sardar Vikram Singh
Khalsa, Ajeet Singh Khalsa, and Guru Sangat Singh
Khalsa performed kirtan in the main darbar.
1984: Baba Nihal Singh was Right Hand Man of Sant
Jarnail Singh, and had many gevious with the Indian
Army’s and Politians
One Story i heard was that they; raided the camp and
caught Baba Ji and his Singhs, and tied him upto a
jeep and dragged him around the villages on a
rope,tearing his skin apart and painstakenly broke his
arms and legs. They tied his beard up with his “nala”
from his kachera and beat him continuously. But baba
ji , nver gave up.
1964 11 Sikhs were gunned down at Paonta Sahib
(Himachal Pradesh) by the Mahant’s henchmen.
The sangat of Poanta Sahib had requested head of Tarna
Dal (not Nihal Singh, but the one before him) to visit
the Gurdwara. They complained that the residing masand
was abusing the Gurdwara premises through drinking,
raping women that came alone, and making prostitutes
dance inside. After several such requests Babaji
decided to visit Poanta Sahib accompanied by 13
GurSikhs. They left, from Gurdwara Haria Welan
Hoshiarpur, riding horses and horse drawn carts. When
they arrived near Gurdwara Poanta Sahib, two GurSikhs
carried Babaji’s message for the masand requesting
initiation of a Akhand Path at the Gurdwara. The
masand did not give a definitive answer, instead
assured to respond before the next morning. Meanwhile
the masand confided with the local police chief, one
of his corrupt friends who endorsed and permitted his
evil acts.
Babaji started the Akhand Path next morning which
proceeded uninterrupted for 2 days. On the 2nd day,
the masand came with the police. They arrested Babaji
who was outside at that time and fired at the GurSikhs
inside, who were conducting the Akhand Path. The
GurSikhs had no guns. For they had not come with the
intent to fight, but rather to hear the sangat’s
concerns. As a result they were brutally massacred.
Eleven died and two survived. As each Pathi was shot
while reciting the Guru Granth Sahib, another simply
pushed his body and continued the uninterrupted
recitation of Sri Guru Granth Sahib. Nihal Singh, 21
at the time, continued with his choar sewa (even when
he had been shot 3 times) until the last GurSikh was
shot. As the Akhand Path was interrupted, Nihal Singh
finally fell. The only survivor was the youngest
GurSikh, a 11 year old, who was found hiding behind a
nagara (drums). Besides him all others were presumed
dead. It wasn’t until the bodies were being loaded up
in a cart that a small child saw Nihal Singh breath
and informed the local sikhs. The local sikhs who had
gathered by now, screamed to get him some medical
attention. Fortunately they succeeded in their
efforts. He received medical attention and survived
with Vaaheguru’s grace. He was subsequently honored by
many gurdwaras as “Jinda-Shaheed” Jathedar. The masand
was finally removed. Akhand paths are held each year
in the commemoration of this event.
Still Today Baba Ji lives on….Salute to a devouted
Sevadar of the Panth
Harpeet singh,
Do you have more jokes like these, I can’t stop laughing……
Gurinder
Hello, This is in 1979…not ’73.
Baba Nihal Singh is the head of the Nihang Sikhs. He first met Yogi Bhajan this year.
Harpreet Singh it was Black Krishna….not Krishan Kaur
The stories of Nihang Singhs ridong trains must be the cause that I have heard that Nihang Singh travel on trains without having to pay….I guess ereryone is too awestruck or afraid.
Sorry for omissions or mistakes
I just can’t stop laghing the jokes r so funny XD