Mayapura, West Bengal
I had lunch at the school of Bhakti Vidya Purna Swami. As
you enter his 19 acre property, you are immediately transported to another
time. There are impressions there of old with the common local thatched roofs.
The drain pipes that you see are rather classy. A yoli, a prehistoric creature
cross-bred with lion, elephant and crocodile has water running though spilling
out into a larger gutter.
Everything is quite natural here including the organic dahl,
veggies and rice they grow right on sight. Under the shade of one of the huts
sat an American monk to my left and to my right was an African monk. Kiddie
Corner was a South American monk who told a joke about mosquitoes. Those guys
are on our minds in the night even if you use nets. Here it goes
There was this mosquito family, Papa Mosquito, Mama Mosquito
and Baby Mosquito. The baby was growing very healthy and strong. It came to a
point in time where he was to go on his first flight. His parents supported him
so well and were proud that he was to take on this great achievement. Baby
Mosquito happily flew on his was and returned back safely. His parents
inquired, "Well, what was your experience?"
"It was a great flight. Everywhere I went people were
giving me so much applause!"
I relayed this re`latable joke to my room-mates Goura and
Prem, who had returned from their
evening performance of "Krishna, the 8th Boy". They were
feeling good about being the recipients of an appreciative audience. Applause
they got and fortunately our room was a mosquito-free zone to add to the
pleasantness we encountered.
7 Km
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