Stop feeding the black dogs


asa(n)kh malaeshh mal bhakh khaahi
Countless wretches, eating filth as their ration.
-Guru Nanak Dev Ji, Sri Guru Granth Sahib Ji, Ang 4

Reading through a new book I picked up from a book store over the weekend, I was attracted to much of its content, which relates a lot to what anyone of any religion faces. This book is a Christian one, but I’ve replaced the Christian terminologies to Gurmat ones so that as Sikhs we can relate to the message. I found the folling passage extremely enlightening because it speaks indirectly and none of us can actually say we didn’t understand.

‘A man asked a wise Indian sage shy he always seemed to make the wrong choices. Even though he knew what was right, he chose to do what was wrong. The old sage looked at him and replied, ‘My son, there are two dongs inside you, a black dog and a white dog. One is good and one is evil. They are constantly at war with each other, fighting to the death. ‘Which one is going to win?’ asked the tormented man. ‘The one you feed,’ the wise man replied.

To satisfy a growling, growing stomach, and having no patience to wait, we reach out to those deep-fried junk food to dance deliciously across the taste buds and seductively make their way down to the stomach. I don’t know is many of you are willing to admit any of this. This hunger, I mean. Many os us are addicts with crazy cravings and a hunger we just can’t seem to fill. Secretly, we’re fat. Although we might not wear it on the outside, God sees it. And I think it makes Him sad.

Let’s be honest. Many of us wait until it’s too late to meet our needs in any other way. We wait so long that no one can see it and say, ‘There really is a better way.’ There in the hollow of our hunger we start our spiral down. And in the hollow of our hunger, it’s not long before we drown.

There in the darkness of yoru secret you pass a parade of junk food before your craving eyes. It may not even be intentional at first. You sit down to do some work and you realise that research couldn’t hurt. So you log on. Read the rest of this entry »