They Sikh Him Here…They Sikh Him There

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The only thing of any consequence that I can think of, from an English point of view, about Sikhs is that they are exempt from wearing crash helmets whilst precariously zooming along on mopeds, scooters and motor bikes.

What a very odd religion. Very odd.

I once rented a room in a Sikh household and, on one particular night, fell out of my bed to use the lavatory.

My Sikh landlord was washing his hair in the bathroom my bladder required me to enter.

Now. Generally speaking, when someone washes their hair, they chuck a bit of shampoo on, give it a scrub and rinse.

I opened the bathroom door and was engulfed by a mass of wet hair.

I will rephrase.

A MASS of wet hair.

Apparently, Sikhs don’t cut their hair….ever.

They wrap it up in turbans and get dispensation from various governments so they don’t have to wear crash helmets – probably on the grounds that they would have to get them specially made and they would be so huge they would adversley affect their ability to balance on motor bikes.

They also seem to be related. Not just a few of them. All of them.

All Sikhs are called ‘Singh’. Every last one of them.

I can only conclude that Sikhism is a hive of inter breeding and ridiculously long hair.

Well I have to admit, there are any number of far more insane reasons for starting a religion.

In his autobiography ‘The Moons A Balloon’ the late great British actor, David Niven, described Sikhs – who were training at Sandhurst, the army officers college – as ‘dignified’.

They are indeed dignified. They are lovely people. I have quite a few Sikh friends and I am proud to know them and count them as friends.

Kamawalinda Singh Sital springs to mind.

Good egg and I’m due to have a beer or three with him in a couple of days.

“What’s with all this ‘Singh’ stuff Kam?”

“Singh means ‘Sikh’ Dinners…well…accurately it means ‘Lion’ but, if you are Sikh, Singh is your name”

“So you are all inter breeding and stuff then?”

His dignity as he smiled and bought me another beer was, frankly, magnificent.

I have no idea whether this is relevent to their religion but, they do seem inordinantly fond of Mercedes cars.

They are also inordinantly fond of driving around as if they own the roads.

I have personally advised several that they don’t with the simple expedient of driving directly at them.

Very courageous are Sikhs – as their various war records will confirm but, a ‘chicken run’ with Dinners only has one winner…;-)

As British pop band Travis once sang….

“Singh Singh Singh”…..or some’at like that….;-)

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Carol Bell

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