The Power of True Love & Devotion : Guru Har Gobind Ji Stories

Guru HarGobind was greatly loved by his Sikhs.

They always longed to serve their Guru with the most precious things they had. They had the faith that the Guru heard their calls of love and devotion.

Once Guru HarGobind was hunting in the jungle area of the Malwa region of the Punjab. A poor Sikh heard that the Guru was staying in the neighbourhood of his village. A keen desire to serve the Guru kindled in his heart. He was a labourer, a daily wage earner. He had nothing to spare to offer to the Guru. He decided to serve the Guru with Missi Roti. He revealed his heart’s desire to his wife. She was even more interested to avail herself of the chance of serving the Guru. But finding themselves humble and poor, they were afraid that the Guru would not like their coarse Missi Roti.

Then they opined that the Guru preferred love to tasty dishes.

Next day, the lady of the house, ground wheat and gram on the hand mill. She mixed salt, spices and onion pieces into the flour. She kneaded the flour reciting Gurbani. She, then, baked Missi Rotis. She prepared the curds. She placed the meal in a plate and covered it with a clean piece of cloth. Both the husband and the wife began to wait for their Guru, They said to each other, “We shall take our meals only after the Guru has taken our Missi Roti and curds”.

Their call of love reached the Guru. He was hunting in a nearby forest. He turned his horse towards the path, which led to the poor Sikh’s house. The galloping horse marched on-

wards When it reached the house, the Guru arrested its speed. He alighted from the horse. He went inside the house. He said to the couple, “My dear Sikh couple, “I am very hungry. Give me Missi Roti and curds”.

The Sikh couple was very glad to find the Guru at their door. They very lovingly served him the cooked food. The Guru relished it. He blessed the couple and mounting his horse, he was out of their sight within minutes.

Again two newly turned Sikhs, Rupaand Sadhu were working in their field. It was mid summer. The r sun was very hot. They had a new earthen pitcher with them. They had filled it with clean water. They had fastened a string round its neck. They had tied the string to a branch of a shady tree. The pitcher was kept hanging in the cool shade of the tree. It was a device to cool the water. Rupa apd – Sadhu had been working since morning. Now it f was noon. They felt thirsty. They stopped their work. They came under the tree to take rest. They wanted to drink water. One of them untied the string and brought down the pitcher. They touched the earthen pitcher. It was cool. They thought that the water of the new earthen pitcher would be very sweet and cool. They desisted themselves from taking such a cool water. They wished that first it must be taken by the Guru. They did not take the water. They put back the pitcher at its old place.

Sitting in the shade of the tree, they prayed to their Guru to come and accept their offering of cool water. The Guru was not very far off. He heard their sincere prayer, coming from their innerselves. He changed the course and set his horse marching towards the field of Rupa and Sadhu.

Soon, he reached the spot where the Sikhs had been waiting for the Guru’s arrival. Rupa stood up.

He greeted the Guru. He held the reins of the Guru’s horse. The Guru alighted from his horse.

He said to his Sikhs, “I am feeling very thirsty. Only very cool water of a new earthen pitcher can quench my thirst. Give me such a cool water.” The Sikhs folded their hands. They placed the pitcher before the Guru. They poured water in to a deep saucer and lovingly presented it to the Guru. The Guru was delighted to drink such a cool and sweet water. He blessed the two men. He then mounted his horse and mended his way. The Sikhs were very pleased. The Guru had responded to their love for him. They, then, drank the water from the pitcher.

The Masands collected the offerings from the Sikhs of their areas and then presented those to the Guru at Amristar on special gatherings. There lived in Srinagar (Kashmir) an old woman. Her name was Bhag Bhari. She was poor and old. But she was a devout Sikh.Very lovingly, she had spun silken yarn and made a cloak for the Guru’s dress.

She had the desire to present it to the Guru herself.

She had no means to visit the far off Amritsar.

Moreover, she was old and feeble in body. She prayed to the Guru to come to her humble cottage and accept her offering of a cloak. She kept the cloak in a box. She fixed her mind on the Guru.

She had the conviction that the Guru would, one day, visit her humble cottage and himself receive her love soaked offering.

She now awaited for the Guru’s arrival. As per chance, the Guru had been camping at Srinagar.

He had gone there in the company of Emperor Jahangir. He felt the call of the old devout Sikh, Mai Bhag Bhari. He set out towards her house.

Soon he was standing at her door.

The Guru said, “Gentle mother, I have come, myself, to receive the offering. Bring me the cloak you have so lovingly prepared for me. I shall put it on.” Mai Bhag Bhari was overwhelmed with emotion to hear the Guru’s words. Her great desire was going to be fulfilled. She brought out the cloak and presented it to the Guru. The Guru put it on. He blessed the gentle lady. So, you see, how the Guru was loved by his Sikhs and how deep their devotion was! A Gurudwara called Gurudwara Chhatti Padshahi stands in Srinager to commemorate the Guru’s visit.