The Book Was Flying
The flight from Winnipeg on Air
Canada was early, at 5:35 a.m. Usually at such an hour you can bet that
passengers on a full flight like this will be fast asleep. Such was the case
for all, except the pilot and flight attendants. I sat at the emergency exit
seat, struggling to stay awake to fit in some japa meditation. It was
hard. Fortunately, we are looking at a mere two-hour flight.
Nanda Maharaja Das picked me up
in Toronto and zoomed me over to our Brampton ISKCON Centre.
“Happy Father’s Day!” was the
greeting by young Jagadish, acting as Master of Ceremonies. As today’s speaker,
I also opened up with the remark deserving of responsible daddies. I quoted
from 14.4 of the Gita, wherein Krishna establishes His role in the
seed-giving process. As I progressed in the talk, I slid into the promotion of
the book, “The Saffron Path.” A book launch is what it’s called. I opened to
Chapter 31 entitled, “To Dad With Love,” and read my poem to my father. It was
hard to read it out loud from the emotional point.
After an ecstatic kirtan,
where many dance up a storm, I went for the book signing. People were lined up
for the occasion. The same transpired in Oakville with the community there. It
was just amazing. I read the same poem.
Finally, Kasyapa Muni drove me
home, to Toronto on Avenue Road. I plopped myself on a chair and pulled out the
book after the program was over, still the interest in pedestrian pastimes
May the Source be with you!