Thursday, September 3rd,
2015
For Granted
The couple from South Africa were quite amazed by
the no boundaries neighbourhood yards. There are little or no fences, walls, or
gates to demark one’s territory or there’s no barbed wire or the likes or
foreboding broken glass to keep intruders out. This enthrals them. We take this
very much for granted in our free world here in most of North
America .
Now don’t get me wrong. South Africa ’s a great country. I
go there every year, yet segregation of sorts persists there.
Another thing that has excited Tamohara and Merumala, the
couple, is the fact that the guru of our world community, Iskcon, had
not only visited the very building that they are staying in but he, Srila
Prabhupada, was also the negotiator involved in the purchase of this building.
He also spent some time in our temple and ashram for a three to four day
stay back in ’76. In fact, he slept in the room where I now sleep. I take it so
much for granted. He planted his, as we say, lotus feet on the floor of the
quarters where I reside and rested his body and conducted conversations in the
very space that I pace, sit in and lie in. Oh, wretched me, how is it that I
cannot appreciate this enough?
After our walk, with the keen observances made by Tamohara
and Merumala about home and properties and the way we live here in North America , we had a sit down in our guru’s quarters.
They were clicking away with their camera at all they considered novel. For
instance, the table off of which he ate and the bed that he slept on are both
still here and are intact.
Finally, one thing that really struck the two happened at
the tail end of our walk when we came to a street light, which over there in
South Africa is called a ‘robot’ (pronounced with a strong rolling ‘R’). A bus
driver stopped at that juncture, he opened the door of the bus and wished us a ‘good
one’. He then took the intercom phone in his vehicle and sang a bhajan.
The couple was astounded, “Is everybody in Canada this friendly?” Anyways, did
the bus driver impress us? Yes, he did. Was he feeling good? Yes, he was. I
wish I had his enthusiasm.
5 km
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