Sat Nam Dear Family,
Before my second daughter was conceived, I went on a fast of saffron, figs, and cream, for several weeks. It’s a powerful combination. My daughter’s name is Sarab Shakti Kaur Khalsa, all powerful princess of the Khalsa.
In May of 1989 we were in Palm Springs for the weekend. Our company was doing very well and this event was intended as a getaway for our employees and their families to enjoy themselves at the Ritz Carlton Hotel in Rancho Mirage, just outside Palm Springs, CA. Naturally, I invited the Siri Singh Sahib and he joined us en force.
As a sidebar, one of our employees who had never been to a five star hotel before had an interesting observation. He said he had never been asked as many times, ‘How’s your day, Mr. Khalsa. How’s your morning, is there anything I can do for you Mr. Khalsa, sir. How’s your evening Mr. Khalsa.’ He couldn’t walk past the front hall without being bombarded. It was a unique experience and he hoped he’d acted appropriately. I assured him he had acted like he’d “been there before.”
The day after arriving, we were all down at the pool doing whatever we like, swim, sun, read, or lounge. And, naturally, there was a large contingent located around the Siri Singh Sahib. I was one of them (see picture of Siri Singh Sahib meditating in the Ritz Carlton pool, oh yea, that’s me keeping a close watch in the background). He was commanding me to do this and then do that…(it was just ‘another day at the office’ for me). Finally, after much of this and much of that, Sarab Shakti Kaur walked up to the Siri Singh Sahib and asked, “Are you the boss of my father?” He looked down at her, smiled and nodded, “Uh hum, yes, I am.” “I thought so,” she said as she went dancing away in a hurry to jump into the pool.
I felt exhilarated. But the best news wasn’t to be recognized until years later. Yes, it was great to be acknowledged as his subordinate but, more importantly, it gave my daughter (and her sister) the right to have the Siri Singh Sahib as their boss. Although I was the Papa, I was ‘never again’ the court of last resort. He was the one to be listened too. They not only had the right but the duty to listen, act, and be protected by him. They are his product and for that I am forever grateful. I could have never done as good a job.
And, afterward, occasionally, when I would direct her to do this or that, Sarab Shakti would say, “Papa, your not the boss of me!” What could I do.
M.S.S. Hari Jiwan Singh Khalsa
Chief of Protocol