Sunday, 9 April 2017

Tuesday, April 4th, 2017

Toronto, Ontario

On Rama’s Birthday

Today is the birthday of Rama, known as Ram Naumi or Ram Navami.  People come from the area to partake in the celebrations held in the evening.  Where I live in the ashram, community members will come for events like this because attached to the ashram is a temple where Rama (who is an avatar of Krishna) is honoured.

Conveniently, my place of residence is also the place of meditation.  Also located on the premises is our vegetarian restaurant, as well as rooms for workshops or seminars.  It’s rather ideal if you can manage that kind of lifestyle.  Your workplace, living quarters and recreational facility (we sing and dance here) are all under one roof.

Joyously people sang, danced and listened in the temple portion of the building.

The listening session was actually a class delivered by American-born Vasu Gosh, who now resides in India.  His message on Rama was well received.  I consider him a dear friend, although in some areas of discussion our opinions on the subject matter of the guru principle clashes.  While I support the concept of female spiritual masters, he does not.

The argument I would take on the topic is that if one is qualified as a teacher and lives a saintly life, what does it matter the gender that one belongs to?  In my heart I’m a supporter of the old school.  I like the traditional approach and as a part of our tradition with roots from the Gaudiya Vaishnava background, women, in some cases, took on the portfolio of taking students/disciples.

What is the difficulty?

May the Source be with you!


5 km

Monday, April 3rd, 2017

Toronto, Ontario

A Centipede

A centipede was crawling across the floor.  Rarely do I see one but when one does make an appearance, it’s special for me.

One reason for that being so is if ever anyone questions the extra arms some Vedic deities display, like Vishnu, Durga or the multi-armed, half-man half-lion avatar, then I can point out we have examples in nature which demonstrate multiple arms or legs.  Extra limbs are not limited to God.  Another reason why I consider the centipede to be auspicious is I feel that here, in fact, is a display of nature, which is alive and well.  We humans haven’t succeeded at killing everything—yet.  I know centipedes are in the category of creepy-crawlies which do cause some people to cringe or flee.  They are harmless as far as I can understand.

I’ve heard they can bite, but it’s not fatal.  I definitely wouldn’t want one crawling up my leg while in bed.  That would be irritating or disturbing.

I was watching the fellow trying to make his way around.  Like practically every creature on the planet, there is a search for food.  They go after bugs, worms and spiders, even cockroaches.  I think that’s what he was up to.

One line from the book Bhagavatam states, “Jivo jivasya jivanam,” which means “One living being is food for another.”  The food chain is at work here.

My newly-made friend wasn’t exactly bee-lining his way along.  He looked a little confused.

“Shall I go here, or there?”

I did chant before him, hoping the sound would be of some purification for him.

May the Source be with you!


0 km

Sunday, April 2nd, 2017

Toronto, Ontario

Everyone Was Out

Everyone was out, meaning in the out-of-doors, wrapped in mild weather.  Wherever there was a trail, families explored with their toddlers and dogs.  The young, the elderly and every age bracket in between came out as nature beckoned.

“Spring is now in the air,” is what Mother Nature seemed to say.

The only thing is you cannot trust this Mama.  She is brown today and will be green next week, then greener, and still greener, in fact so intensely green she will change colours.  She’ll pick a new tone of yellow, orange, and red to deep brown.  Then she’ll become white and silver.  Her texture changes beautifully over the seasons.  She appears to go through emotions and is the ultimate Drama Queen.

But we like the changes.  Variety is the masala—the spice of life.

I had two companions with me as we took to one of those Discovery Walks in the city.  And while we put our hour in for chanting, we also put our legs to work in the ravine for that cherishable escape from indoors.

Praharana, my dear godsister, came in the evening for the Sunday Open House at the ISKCON Centre.  She told me she did the same as we did—strolled and chanted.

Now that would be a perfect world: people going out to touch nature to say to that Queen, “Hello!” and then to “Hello!” everyone else.  If you say the Sanskrit word “Haribol!” then you address the Father (Krishna) and people think you said the more familiar “Hello!”

May the Source be with you!


5 km

Thursday, 6 April 2017

Saturday, April 1st, 2017

Castleton, Ontario

Farm Conference II

On this very special day, the birth anniversary of Ramanuja (one thousand years ago today), we conducted our second Farmer’s Conference for central Canada.  Primarily we had attendees from the provinces of Quebec and Ontario.

In as much as walking is a component of a green culture, so also is the protection of animals, plants and the land.  So many folks the world over, are converting to urban life. The gravitation to concrete, cars and condos is the trend from the more natural way of life, with closeness to the above mentioned categories. Where once there were multiple, family farms to grace the land with intermittent forests here and there, we now experience mega factory farms, industrial big-box buildings, parking lots, shopping malls and cookie-cutter designed homes moving along like a silent invasion.  Urban sprawl is hogging its way in.

Our guru, Srila Prabhupada, was a strong advocate of a more peaceful, environmentally-conducive lifestyle.  We spoke about his revolution and how to learn its implementation from each other.  The conference, held in December in the same area of Castleton/Coburg, commanded a follow-up.  The session today was held to fulfill this need.

A group of thirty participants engaged in a tour of Jai and Rasa’s farm—our rendezvous location—ate a wholesome meal and then proceeded to the community centre for discussions on good gardening techniques, bull castration—or not—and the practical aspect of how to plan for more farm-flavoured festivals such as Ratha Yatra.

May the Source be with you!


6 km

Friday, March 31st, 2017

Hastings, Ontario

It was Not…

It was not the ideal weather for a stroll.  Cold pellets of rain descended upon our vehicle as we made our way to the farm near Hastings.  It’s at times like these when I don’t mind the shelter of a vehicle—this one being the van owned by Savyasacin.  I felt comfortable with his driving as well.  What a skill it is to operate a machine with ease and to do so safely in bad weather.

Our destination was the farm outside of Hastings.  The proprietors, Fil and Sukayanti, and their sixteen-month-old daughters, were our hosts.  Tasty veggie balls soaked in a seasoned, home-grown tomato sauce, dripping over whole wheat pasta was what we were greeted with, alongsside a supremely flavourful peppered salad.  Thanks, you two!

Fil and Suk are orthodox in their way of life, including how they deal with food.  It is, through the process of tender operations, offered to Krishna.  The food is powered by mantra.  It’s then called prasadam.

The couple also has a sweet way with their twin daughters.  Their cow herd of thirteen also receives loving treatment.  Savyasacin and I put alfalfa nuggets on the animal’s tongues.  It is slightly awkward for the bovine to just grab them with a lick.  You must make contact with their teeth.  Then they can swallow.

On such a miserable day, in terms of weather, all becomes pleasant with good food, good people and good pets.  Such lovely events lift a tough day to better heights.

It was a day to be grateful for in spite of the gloominess of the sky.  And, I did some walking anyway.

May the Source be with you!


5 km

Thursday, March 30th, 2017

Toronto, Ontario

Listening

Some concerns came my way.  People want to tell of their woes.  Somehow it eases the pain.

One woman, a doctor from the Middle East, came for darshan of the deity.  She came to Canada to receive a second surgery for cancer.

“I’ve come to pray,” she said.

Another man, of Jewish descent, expressed, “I lost my wife of forty-one years.  She died of cancer.  I’m trying to adjust.  It’s not easy.”

Another person I had known reached out to me on the phone.  “I built a house for my family.  My wife asked me to leave.  My young children are asking, “Are you still our Daddy?”

The happiest story of all was expressed by my hosts of the day.  Three of us, ashram residents, went to the home of the Patel’s for a scrumptious lunch.  Mr. Patel, at retirement age, is saying, “We have run a good business for so long.  I want to sell it.  Mrs. Patel wants to hold onto it.  I want to go back to Gujarat, to my village, or Vrndavan, the village of Krishna, and live life simply.  Bobby (their son) has a good job, has a wife and they have a baby.  It’s time for me to go.”

It’s people expressing their lives’ ups and downs.  I don’t mind being a sounding board for them.  I offer to put in my two cents worth.  “Keep Krishna in the centre.”

We said our good-byes to the Patels. The other two ashram residents drove back. 

I walked.

May the Source be with you!

5 km

Wednesday, March 29th 2017

Toronto, Ontario

Like Kids

I always get a thrill when I take what I consider city kids into a country atmosphere.  They’re not exactly kids but junior to me in decades.  Perhaps the nomenclature could be justified.  Our guru, Srila Prabhupada, used the term “you boys and girls,” when he was in his 70’s and we were in our late twenties.

With me, down the ravine within the city limits, was Luv, Adi Shakti and Muza—one boy and two girls.  The sign read “Discovery Walk.”

“So, shall we?” I asked for confirmation.

“Yes!”  It was unanimous.

What did we explore?

A woodpecker close to our feet.  Sparrows in the bush.  A red cardinal as curious as we were, but too fast to get close to.  Also, geese and ducks, quite ordinary fowl, enjoying the water ways at the Brickworks, which was something else to discover.

“This was once the place where all the bricks in the city were made.  It was a quarry of sizeable dimension that we are now in.  Ponds were developed by redirecting some creek water nearby.  Indigenous trees were also planted here.  I’ve seen the place shape up to become desirable.  It has been transformed from an empty, cavernous big hole.

“They do weddings here now, and hold festivals, flea markets and craft shows.  It’s a happening place with concerts in the summer.  Perhaps it will be ideal for future kirtan.  What do you think?”  I asked my companions, especially the girls who are planning to organize kirtan chanting sessions as are done in Europe.

“Oh yes!” they all said enthusiastically.

They were truly in wonder at the sights and sounds.  They were like kids exploring and learning.

May the Source be with you!

10 km



Sunday, 2 April 2017

Tuesday, March 28th, 2017
Brampton, Ontario


Food and the Thereafter


A small group of us from the ashram were invited for a noon-time meal at a household in Brampton.  The hosts were a Punjabi family, Rajarsi and Ragni, and son Sanjay, who’s in his 40’s now.  I knew him as a youngster when I taught Sunday School.

Some days before the lunch appointment I mentioned to the head cook, Ragni, that I’m on a low purine diet due to gout.  That means low on dairy, lentils and even veggies which I like such as asparagus.  Much of these items I can take in small portions when I’m up on more fibre food—carrots, broccoli and so on.

Now, one of our girls from Europe, Adi Shakti, is on a raw diet so I guaranteed her, beforehand, that her wishes would be satisfied.

We held a spontaneous kirtan in the home.  I had no drum so the make-shift one from a cardboard box did fine.  Then we went to the dinner table and to our surprise all needs were met.  Adi Shakti had her macrobiotic meal, I had ‘steamies’ and other preps in moderation, and Hara Kumar, who’s a Xerox-copy of Woody Allen, and is small-framed, ate like a horse.

The healthy options were there.  East Indian fare was plentiful on the table and even a kind of Sheppard’s pie came our way.

These dishes were all offered as prasadam—consecrated.  Ragni really pulled off a winner.  The drive to and fro, from Toronto to the outreaches of Brampton is an hour each way.  To walk off the calories upon the return home I went for a zestful six kilometres.

May the Source be with you!


6 km