Sat Nam Dear Family,
Today I remembered something that made me smile about my days with the Siri Singh Sahib, Yogi Bhajan. When we were in LA, I would pick him up at Dr. Allen’s house, where he lived, and we would journey off to Beverly Hills for lunch at La Scala. Afterwards, we would either go to a movie, or walk down Beverly Drive to visit various shops.
Many times as we walked down the street, he would grab my hand and hold it tightly. This is a typical Punjabi cultural habit, but I must admit, although I love my teacher with all my heart, I never felt comfortable holding hands with him as we walked down Beverly Drive. It tested my self-confidence and self-image, and back in those days, I was never able to go beyond the embarrassment. It’s funny how time brings a different perspective on this sort of thing. A lot has happened since then, and I only wish he were present today so I could show him my honor in once more grabbing his hand.
M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa
Chief of Protocol