
Threw my tent, hiking boots
and some food in the trunk and drove north to escape 12+ hours of work
each day, non-stop chores and managing the schedule of my
"busier-than-the-president" teenager.
The Smokemont
Campground, surrounded by lush autumn foliage and alongside a beautiful
stream, was lavishly unoccupied; it didn't take me long to figure out
why. The temperature in the night dropped below zero and I had to wake
up to put on a third layer of insulation, gloves and hat, before I
cozied up in my subzero sleeping bag, surrounded by the ripple of the
flowing water.

But the next day was reserved for the Cherokees.
I
have been always fascinated by our Native tribes; their stories of
persecution and triumph remind me of what our people have gone through
various times.
One more parallel that is so sharp
between our respective cultures is how we both have kept our heroic
traditions alive through storytelling.
In the Cherokee
tradition, the chief would tell stories around the evening campfire and
the village would gather around him, marvelling and reflecting on the
traditions, beauty and wisdom shared by him.
So
did we when we lived in the jungles, virtually on horseback, escaping
persecution by the Moghuls. When we found refuge in secluded spots and
fires were lit to cook the langar, the heroic ballads were sung,
keeping our history and spirits alive.

Another
similarity is that of the names. The Native Americans have meaningful
real-life action-oriented names. Like "Soaring Eagle," "Laughing
Maiden," etc.
It was hiking on the mountain
trail in this sacred land of the natives a few years ago that I got
insight into my purpose, from my name. I realized my name had an action
association too and the Gurbani spoke of it.

Har ki katha kahania gurmeet sunaiyaa...
Gurmeet,
the beloved of the Guru - tells the stories of the Lord ... it made
perfect sense to me. We have got stories to tell - and I would make
sure I serve my name-action from now on. What wisdom was I to derive during this trip?

It was a good sign. I would soon find a special message for me, a Sikh.

One
of the displays showed some of the quotes of the Europeans juxtaposed
with those from the Cherokees, side by side, to show the different
perspectives of each. This one really struck me hard.

Upon reading chapters of Matthew, he commented, "Well, it seems to be a good book - strange that the white people are not better, after having had it so long."
Why
did it strike me? Perhaps - because I find ourselves guilty of adhering
to the same predicament that the Europeans were being accused of - our
scriptures are overflowing with truth and nobility; therefore surely,
we must be a superior people!

We need to stop hiding behind the
greatness of our Guru, our Scripture, and the sacrifices by our great
men and women of the past. It is one thing to derive strength from
their greatness, but it is cheating to not embody the greatness in our
own lives.

Before
we say something about our Guru's greatness to an outsider, the latter
should have found out about it through our demeanor, our actions, our
service, our ethics, our ways.
This is the wisdom I tasted from the mountains this trip.
This is the message of the Cherokee Nation to ours.