Once, a traveling theater came to a Village. A dashing Hero and a beautiful Heroine starred together in a play which, of course, featured a nasty Villain. The nasty Villain was really, really nasty - how nasty, you ask? So nasty that rainbows would turn black and white whenever he came on stage.
The Villain had done just about every bad thing possible: robbed the hero's father; poisoned the hero's dog; neutered the heroine's cat ... and that's just before breakfast.
In one night time scene, after extensively frolicking with the Hero (who had to rush home so that he would not be late in giving his old mother her medicine), the Heroine had to walk home alone just as it got dark.
Hiding behind a tree, twirling his nasty mustache, the nasty Villain lurked waiting to kidnap the fair maiden. Having completed his customary evening chores of tipping over all the cows and painting all the sheep purple; he smirked in his nasty self-satisfied way rubbing together his hasty hands and grinning a nasty grin on his nasty face showing all his nasty teeth and nasty gums.
The Heroine slowly approached the tree...
Well, one of the audience sitting in the front row - a Villager - had had enough of the Villain. The Villager shouted out to the Heroine, "HEMA JEE!!!! WATCH OUT!!!! I WILL SAVE YOU FROM THIS ##@@@##!!!" (if you want to know what ##@@@## is, please send a note stating you know Punjabi).
Saying that, the Villager took off his slipper, and waving it about jumped on the stage and starting slapping the Villain with all his might!
Of course, there was much running around. Many stage-hands tried to save the Villain but the furious Villager (especially about the cow-tipping) mistook the stage-hands for the Villain's goons and beat even some of them!
The director had the good sense to turn on all the lights and bring the Villager back to "reality".
The Villager turned out to be no less than the sarpanch - the Village headman. He felt quite embarrassed and walked away mumbling some sanskrit mantras and adjusting his dhoti.
This is a true story and it is said that the actor who played the Villain refused to give back the Villager's slipper prizing it above any acting award.
~~~~~ Guru Nanak's Jap Ji; second stanza ~~~~~
hukamee hovan aakaar hukam n kehiaa jaaee
The True One's True Will (hukam) creates the Universes (and cool stuff like that). Hukam is too infinite to be told in a hopelessly finite human language.
hukamee hovan jeea hukam milai vaddiaaee
Hukam creates the birds and the bees and it is hukam, (not Hollywood or even the Queen), which bestows greatness upon us.
hukamee outham neech hukam likh dhukh sukh paaeeahi
It is hukam (once again) which is responsible for our highness and lowness; and for our pain or pleasure.
eikanaa hukamee bakhasees eik hukamee sadhaa bhavaaeeahi
Due to hukam, some are graced (with enlightenment) while others are not; and some wander aimlessly (Author's note: My sister certainly fits in the aimless lot because I have seen her wander aimlessly in and out of malls for hours).
hukamai a(n)dhar sabh ko baahar hukam n koe
Everyone, yes even the mighty I, is under the power of hukam.
naanak hukamai jae bujhai th houmai kehai n koe
Nanak says the ones who understand (and experience) hukam, don't say "I exist"
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