A God’s Person!
My uncle S. Tirlok Singh was a simple soul. Nobody knew his date of birth as in those days only a few docketed such events in a village. He was the last living brother of my father (my father and one of his brothers had passed away earlier). The man was a like a saint with no vices. He walked to every place i,e his fields, relatives, even to the nearest town and city. He did not attend any school. He did not even learn how to ride a bicycle. He never talked ill of any one. He would visit near and far off Gurdwaras (Sikh Temples) on foot and would do free service for many days. He was never in a hurry for anything in life, in fact I had often seen my grandfather pushing him hard to finish his agriculture tasks. He would often visit his relatives and stay there for long durations till he was forced or convinced to return to his home. Though not formally educated he would compose Punjabi poetry and attempt to sing his compositions. He had nicknamed himself as Seetal (Cool). He had a very carefree attitude and was not worried at all about anything like family problems, agriculture issues or anything else.
The man had simplest of habits. He did not use any phone or mobile and would barely use currency even, only when it was extremely essential. He was a simple farmer and a religious man. He, however, did possess a family and is survived by his aged wife, sons, daughters and grandchildren. I do not know if he ever took any medicine, he simply walked throughout his life. He never saw any movie or watched TV during his life time. May be he was more of a cave man. He would be pleased with very small things in his life like offer of a good meal or a peg of liquor. Six years ago on this day, at the ripe old age (may be nearing 86) he walked to his fields for his morning routine and collapsed on the way, I suppose he would have died peacefully.
In this materialistic world where each one of us ( including myself) are running from pillar to post, tied up with cellphones, smartphones , laptops and I Pads with no time for self and family, the life of my uncle stood unique. He had all the time in the world with hardly any materialistic requirement. Such people are uniquely created by the Lord. I remember an old saying of Punjabi which fits my uncle.
“चले गये अल्लाह दे लोग, ना कोई हिरख ना कोई अफ़सोस”
“ ਚਲੇ ਗਏ ਅੱਲਾਹ ਦੇ ਲੋਗ , ਨਾ ਕੋਈ ਹਿਰਖ ਨਾ ਅਫ਼ਸੋਸ “
” Chale Gaye Allah de log,
Na koi hirakh na koi Afsos”
It means, the God’s person has gone and others hardly feel anything.