A Blast from the Past 2011
My First Time PlayingKirtan at Darbar Sahib
This article was published by Mr. SikhNet in 2011 and written by Guruprakash Singh Khalsa.
On Sunday, January 9, 2011, I played in Darbar Sahib for the first time with the Chardi Kala Jatha. It was a feeling that I can’t really describe, but I’m going to try.
It was extremely foggy. Those of you who have been to India in the winter know exactly what I’m talking about. I was feeling a mixture of nervousness and total gratitude when I bowed my head on the freezing Parkarma. On the way to Darbar Sahib, I couldn’t feel my feet or my hands. I thought “I’m about to play for the first time with numb hands! Oh God.”
I was in awe of how confidently and nonchalantly Sada Sat Simran and Jugat Guru led the way with me, the “freshie tabla player” in tow.
It was still Ishnaan Seva time, as they were reciting the shabads inside before they let the rest of the sangat in. We bowed and Jugat Guru got prashad for all three of us. He told me to tell Sada Sat Simran, but I totally didn’t understand him amidst the people reciting the shabads, so Sada Sat Simran got ANOTHER maha-elephant sized prashad serving.
I thought “Oh well, we’ll just have to eat more prasad than normal.” Little did I know, it was so cold that when I got the serving of prasad (which pretty much filled both my hands), the ghee solidified into its white hard form, making the prashad much less palatable. Then Sada Sat Simran said “Hurry up! They only have two shabads left before we play!” I forced the prashad down my throat, wiped chunks of solidified ghee off on my churidars, and went in to play.
I was nervous at first, but before I knew it, it was just the kirtan playing. To me there was no microphone, no Sangat, no insecurity about people listening to the live broadcast. Just the full gratitude and blessing to be playing in the house of Guru Ram Das.
My heart was smiling as we played shabads in honor of Guru Gobind Singh.
When we finished, I had a feeling of supreme lightness. It was not like I was spacing out, but as if the air molecules in direct contact with my skin decided to lift my physical body weight off of the ground. I felt clear; nervousness gone; totally clean slate; no fear of dying; no desire to die either and vice versa with living.
One feeling was fixed, like it had been dead bolted to my heart: gratitude. The fact that I was blessed enough to come to Amritsar, to this place, having the Guru literally take my anxiety out of my body and play God’s praises in one of the most energetically powerful places on the planet, built an experience so powerful that even if I spend my life as an armpit sniffer working for Old Spice (the worst job I can imagine!), I would still be able to look back at this experience and say, “Thank you God for letting me do that. I am blessed in my life.”