One of the reasons I haven't been posting much is because unfortunately recently I've only been hearing/experiencing negative things. I was not going to share this story but I thought I might as well so others can see what people think of when they look at Sikhs.
A couple of months ago I was out shopping with my mum. A white man in his 40s came up to us and started chatting as if we had known him. After a couple of minutes he said where are you from? We said that we we're local. He then said "It's good to see Sikhs around, especially in turbans. I'm from Wolverhampton (atleast that's what I think he said) and we have Sikhs everywhere. They sure can drink a hell of a lot though. I went to a friend's wedding a few weeks ago and some of the men couldn't even walk properly. I just remember seeing turbans everywhere and alcohol bottles."
At this point I sort of stood there not knowing what to say, I just felt like putting my head down. My mum explained that that's not something that Sikhs do and they can't really call themselves Sikhs.
It was quite a distressing situation but interesting(?) to know what people think when they see a Dastaar.
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Monday, June 2, 2014
Guroo Was With Me Before Amrit
At work today some colleagues and students were talking about how much they love drinking and what drinking games they have played. One student said he started drinking at 8 years old! Vaheguroo.
As I was sitting there in my own little world I just suddenly remembered how Guroo pulled me away.
When I was a mona (used to cut my hair) I went to Kenya for a cousin's wedding party. On one of the pre-wedding parties I was with some cousins from Kenya and they were really trying to get me to drink (I had never drunk in my life). They were really trying to peer pressure me into it and I felt a moment of weakness. I was really tempted to do it. The weather was hot, the music was loud I had family around me who I'd never met before. Then just as I was about to pick up the glass I felt someone pull my arm quite hard. I looked around but couldn't see who it was, it was really packed. Then literally 5 seconds after the fire alarm went off.
If that wasn't Guroo saving me I don't know what is.
As I was sitting there in my own little world I just suddenly remembered how Guroo pulled me away.
When I was a mona (used to cut my hair) I went to Kenya for a cousin's wedding party. On one of the pre-wedding parties I was with some cousins from Kenya and they were really trying to get me to drink (I had never drunk in my life). They were really trying to peer pressure me into it and I felt a moment of weakness. I was really tempted to do it. The weather was hot, the music was loud I had family around me who I'd never met before. Then just as I was about to pick up the glass I felt someone pull my arm quite hard. I looked around but couldn't see who it was, it was really packed. Then literally 5 seconds after the fire alarm went off.
If that wasn't Guroo saving me I don't know what is.
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