Letter from the President
The Spirit Continues..
One day, a farmer with a casually wrapped turban, left his mud house to go to his wheat farm. At the outskirts of his village he came across a passer-by who asked him the way to a neighbouring vil- lage. The farmer welcomed him and said, “follow me.”
“Here comes another one”, smiled the farmer’s wife seeing her husband back with a new guest. She wasn’t surprized though. She had lost count of such guests. However, she enjoyed cooking for the guests and serving them.
The sharing did not end when the farmer, Basant Singh Bath took his last breath in his village Hardo Pharala in Punjab. It continued. And continues now even more at the hands of his grandson, Baldev Singh Bath, the founder of Basant Foundation in Surrey, Canada.
It continues…
It was a dream for sure, a morning dream. Baba Basant Singh appeared i n his usual kameez pyjama and turban on his head.
“Are you still holding on to the land I passed on to you?” he asked
“Yes, of course,” I replied.
“Of course?” Baba seemed irritated.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t know? Well then let me tell you.
You don’t need this land, unless you’ve become too greedy, unless you’ve forgotten all what I taught you.”
“But baba...”
Baba disappeared before I completed the question.
I woke up and suddenly realized what I have to do:
The land we own in my village will be used to create employment and promote healthcare for our village fellows. We plan to open up a non-profit factory and a hospital in the village.
I think my baba will be happy to see his spirit continue...