Back to Argentina
When I boarded Delta Airline
enroute to Atlanta, as a stopover for Buenos Aires, I had a little chat with
the flight attendant. I remarked that customs were so long and so slow.
“Unacceptable!” I said.
Her remark, “It’s always like
that here (Toronto). I love the city, but the airport…” And as she said this
her eyes were rolling. I thought to lodge a complaint next time I had the
chance, regarding an improvement in service that could happen at the Toronto
Airport. Afterall service is everything in the regular world as well as in the
world of bhakti, the spiritual. A big price tag is put on the ways of
When on the plane I had the
pleasure to read from Satsvarupa’s book, Prabhupada, about the first
Chariot Festival in San Francisco:
The report came back. “It was
great! It was wonderful! It was a beautiful day, they said. And Swamiji
listened, moved by his disciples’ descriptions of the celebration. Many hippies
had joined the large procession. Mukunda, Haridasa, Hayagriva, and some of the
women had been on the cart, and the instruments, including Yamuna’s playing on
the harmonium had been amplified. Everyone in the streets had liked it.”
It’s always good to hear good
news even if from the past.
In Atlanta, I boarded Delta once
again to find myself in a middle seat. On either side was already seated an
uncle and a niece. “Would you like to sit together?” I asked. “No, it’s okay”,
they replied and ended up talking through me anyway.
May the Source be with you!