Love letter to my Grand kids

​Hi kiddos,

Since now we all are grown up and understand and communicate with each other in a more healthy way.

In Cabos Aug 2026

We are a small family of seven, and we have worked hard to remain a closely knit family. This spirit has successfully carried us through the last three generations, and our earlier family history also shows the strength of staying connected.

We certainly do not expect your generation to follow exactly the same methods. Times and lifestyles have changed, and the modus operandi can and should change with the present environment. But the basic spirit, remaining connected, caring for one another, and enjoying life as one family, should continue.

I would therefore like to discuss on our next get-together with the next generation and suggest how you feel this bonding can best be maintained in your own natural way. We elders will be happy to understand, support, and merge into whatever works comfortably for your generation.

Love and blessings,
Dada

A Childhood Promise at Sis Ganj Sahib Gurdwara, Delhi

​A Childhood Promise at Sis Ganj Sahib

Sis Ganj Sahib in early days 

More than seventy years ago, as a small boy, I regularly visited Gurdwara Sis Ganj Sahib with my father whenever we travelled from Panipat to Delhi.

Dad and me

One day, Papa explained to me the supreme sacrifice of Guru Tegh Bahadur Sahib at that very place. Deeply moved, I looked at Guru Sahib’s Bani engraved high around the marble walls and asked, “Why isn’t this written in gold?”

Papa replied, “That would cost a great deal of money.”

With the innocence and conviction of a child, I immediately said, “Then sell my part of half  land. I will have Guru Sahib’s words written in gold.”

Papa sharply stopped me: “Never say that. We are too poor for such things.”

Harvinder and me on the morning of May 7, 2026, before departing for Badbar for Demarcation mission of our farm lands and prayed for the success.

The conversation ended, but the thought never left me. Looking back after more than seventy years, I realize that the gold was not important. What mattered was the feeling born that day—the desire to dedicate whatever life gave me toward spirituality, service and the welfare of those in need.

Jo

Supporting as DunAnand Ambassador of  Oneness.

Today, I feel blessed to see that same spirit being carried forward by our son, Shiv. Through DhunAnand Foundation, established in both India and the USA, he is living that idea of sewa, using his resources and efforts for spirituality, service and the welfare of those who need support.

Perhaps the small seed of sewa planted in me that day at Sis Ganj Sahib has found another life in the next generation.