The HH and the CC
I woke up at approximately 1:00 a.m., not because of the hype of the celebration in the air—it’s Canada’s birthday today—but because it was unbearably hot and humid. HH. I took a cold shower, for obvious reasons, and then snuck out of the house where I was accommodated—thank you, Surinder—for an hour-long walk. The experience was like never before. I came back drenched in sweat and went again for a second COLD shower, and then some more sleep.
The second installment of walking was from the ISKCON Centre on Somerset to near the Parliament buildings. It was brutal—the weather. Upon the arrival of our good-sized procession of men, women and children, we instantaneously decided to head for the trees and cancel the idea of snaking around through the crowds, which were noticeably down in number this year.
It was the HH factor, I’m sure, that made people hesitant to come to downtown Ottawa. Perhaps the evening crowd would be more voluminous.
I met great people, in the course of our sitting there under the trees, while engaged in kirtan. The public was delighted by the bubbly presence of our chanters. Most folks came in white and red attire, the colour of the Canadian flag. Someone came dressed as Charlie Chaplin—CC—in red and white. He looked spiffy, and to see him lightened the burden.
Our guru, Srila Prabhupada, liked Charlie Chaplin stunts. He was humoured by him.
I had never experienced such a dripping day here at 35°C, but feeling like 47°, or being in Delhi, India, as far as temperature is concerned.
May the Source be with you!