Five years ago, I had stumbled into the reality of meeting someone who had told me,
"Didi, mera toh kabhi saal mein janam-din hi nahi aata"
(There is no day in the year which is my 'birthday'!)
He was an Éclair kid - Mahesh. I fondly remember the inquisitive and intelligent eyes of that twelve year old. For him there was no day called his 'birthday' because he never knew when he was born. Neither did his parents. They were too busy in the drudgery of doing manual labour as construction workers. No one remembers birthdays in their world, of course.
I adored him. Deeply.
In the wee hours today, while doing my morning nitnem, reciting Jaap Sahib (Gurbani text) - I discovered something new.
The Guru said, 'Namastang ajaae'
(Salutations to the God who is not born.)
Sikhism believes that God is never 'born', neither does he 'die'. Birth and death are for lesser mortals only.
Mahesh has no birthday. My Lord too does not have a birthday. Enchanting. Isn't it?
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