Sunday, 18th Jan, 2009.
“Wake up boys.” The now familiar call of HG Vijaya Prabhu fills our ears. Me and Kanapati were crashed out. I was reminiscing Vijaya Prabhu’s class about being the most fallen, dealing with the false ego. I wasn’t feeling the ecstasy this morning. I was probably exhausted but I didn’t realise it at the time. I couldn’t get into that nectar of the kirtana this morning but I was into the class. HG Aniruddha Prabhu was speaking of Krsna’s forms in the Satya Yuga and Treta yuga. I tried to pose an intricate question, proving myself to be a hopeless jnani.
I rocked back to the ashram and the kulis were rolling in. We started up some kirtana. We were shortly distracted from our ecstatic melodies for some ecstatic van unloading. After this Domo sent us on another one of those quests…Vishnu, KC and I assembled as a Kuli Clan and we hit the neighbourhood searching out the ashram belonging to the Prabhu in the…grey area. Or in this case I think the colour is something like yellow. We were looking for Rupa, divine book distributor, but I suspected he was already on a jet plane before we even started our reckless search.
After doing a tour of the neighbourhood I hung out in the boys room for a while. Task master Domo was out. After this it was lunch time I suppose. We met up with some new Kulis, one’s name was Rupa, but not the Rupa we were after. After downing a cup of sweet rice for lunch, watching Brett talk some strange things and making young girl Varuni tell me about Krsna we hit the beach to dodge the heat (in more ways than one).
We hit the pier for some jump ins. I was well dressed in my robes. After a little jump in me and Kana were on the books, reading. He was stuck into Gita and I was working that sweet maha Bhagavatam. A man was curious and came over to ask. He was a bit into philosophy. We spilled a few taste teasers on what we were reading and where the temple was at. Most of our talk with him was on the topic of reincarnation, which seemed to be his thing.
After the cool down we picked up some instruments and had some laid back Lord praising in the ashram courtyard. After some warming up we hit the temple room to spice it up. I found myself on the good ole wampers clanging away that syncopated rhythm. When the kirtana was over we hit the deck for some obeisances, when I arose there was a mic in front of me. Someone caught me singing Nrsmha prayers in the courtyard I suppose and thought I volunteered to do it in the temple also. I don’t know how I went but I had a good time, always love singing that tune.
After some reading and sweet rice I came to realise that the kirtana we just had was only a teaser. We returned to the divine temple of Radha Balaba for another pumping kirtana. It was a fast rattle on the kartalas for me this time. Me and Vish, who was on drums, were doing some of that kirtana talk which is never done with words, only with gestures. KG was bringing the kirtana to full level. What a treat it was.
Speaking of treats, when we were done with kirtana the tour group was being called upstairs. I jumped out of my little Kuli bubble and back into the tour crew. HG Radhacaran Prabhu was showing us a sneak preview of his new book, not yet released, with many pictures of HH Tamal Krsna Goswami’s life events. It was a pool of nectar that went on for a good while. We bathed our eyes in the glories of a pure devotee at work.
I asked Prabhu if he had heard my father’s story of his experience with Tamal Krsna Maharaja but he was well acquainted with my father already. When my father was Temple President in New Gokul Tamal Krsna Goswami was scheduled to come. He asked my father to find a strategy to keep the kids busy in class. My dad opted for hot air balloons outside. Unfortunately the kids brought them inside and balled out tears when they lost them to the ceiling. So it didn’t exactly turn out so well. I was also crying at this time but I stayed outside at least (I was 4 when this happened). In relation to this Swami, my eldest brother Nitai received his first grains from HH Tamal Krsna Goswami and sucked on his finger.
After all the nectar I procrastinated some of the night away. You don’t get tired too early when you are on tour, which is a shame because you are usually lacking sleep. One of the twins, Lal was hanging about with me. He tried to explain as well as he could that I was like a brother to him or a cousin or some form of relation. Besides him being a Russian and a twin, I felt the same way. I hit the rack sack after this little warm moment.
A phone went off. This was a common occurrence in our room. Phones going off all night and all morning at all inappropriate times. All of us boys being to tired or too lazy to pick them up or hit the snooze buttons. This time though, it was my phone. It was Radha Balaba and Kamalaksi’s parents, wondering why their daughters had neglected to keep in touch. I decided to pass that message on the next day and hit the hay.
Monday, 19th Jan, 2009.
I awoke. It doesn’t seem like HG Vijaya Prabhu is here. I was cheering that I didn’t wake up early…but then I realised I did because now my body clock was jammed. I struggled out of the slumber chamber. I sorted my self out and caught some Sri P class kirtana. I noted one Indian Prabhu clapping off time something crazy. After this it was class and Sri P was getting into the deep mellows of Krsna and his different flutes.
We were rushing after class to make a harinam appointment. I wasn’t even sure if it was going to happen. Just to be sure I had a quick breakfast, just 2 cups of warm milk. I didn’t seem to have time to fathom anything else. In the end I would have had the chance. It was taking a while to round the troop up (as always). I came out to see HH Indradyumna Swami in the driver’s seat of the boy’s bus. He must be keeping the seat warm for Domo it seemed.
I soon learned that Domo had other plans and that Maharaja was going to be driving us today! He and Gaura were playing with the GPS navigator. They kept calling it “Tomtom” who was our old navigating friend from Sydney but I kept suggesting to them from the back that it’s name was “Garmin”. I didn’t trust this impostor. It may have fooled Gaura and even Maharaja was playing along with it’s little games but I was not to be fooled. Gaura took Garmin into his car and was to lead the assault on maya.
Indradyumna Swami handed me all his paraphernalia to look after while he drove the chariot. I had his beads and his coat. I felt like the small boy with a pillow holding a king’s crown. The guys in front started snacking out. It had been a long wait now and my stomach was now informing me that 2 cups of milk was not sufficient enough to sustain me today. I was not a yogi in the forest.
We were off. We were lost. Garmin was getting us lost. I was butting in to Maharaja’s and Sri P’s conversations when they were claiming “Tomtom is getting us lost”. “It’s Garmin! Not Tomtom!” I would cry from the back. We were heading off to Toukey to advertise our last show. We had decided to add a final show to the tour, charging per head to see how it would run as an idea for next year. We were going to advertise by doing harinam in the town of the event and surrounding areas, like we always do. Were we going to make it to Toukey with Garmin leading the way? Only Krsna knew the answer to that one. Garmin, similar to maya was throwing his web of illusion over our party but, unlike maya, Garmin wasn’t fooling me.
We finally made it with a lot of extra time wasted. Garmin may have won this round but it was preaching time. Or was it? Where is everyone? This is a ghost town. The town was nothing more than a trendy beach spot with a single Woolworths and some dead streets to feed the hungry surfers. The surf wasn’t even up today so it was generally all dead through the sleepy town of Toukey. (Who knows how to spell Toukey?!)
Me and Mathuranatha went around store to store to place up posters. I thought this was a good time to juice up some sankirtana skills. I practiced being totally confident, totally polite and very much detached from the result. Strangely enough 90% of people took them. Those who didn’t take were generally sad they couldn’t oblige due to some silly laws. The girls even set some posters up in the butchers! I met one girl who had Krsna Conscious flatmates. The town was a lovely little fizzer and it was well drenched in harinam in under 20 minutes. It was time to find some other turf.
When we jumped back in the rocket ship Maharaja commented that it was his shortest harinam ever. On the way to the neighbouring village of Lourne Indradyumna Swami told Sri P to speak to him about Vrindavana. I had front row seats to the epic tails of Krsna’s usual day, which was far more exciting than my usual day! He talked how the animals would wait at the forest edge as Krsna would return home, the birds would fly overhead and spy on Krsna to bring back reports to the animals so they could live till the next day. He talked of Krsna’s evening activities at home, how Krsna would push codes to tell the venues for his midnight meetings and how after dinner Krsna’s uncles would take him to see theatre. Maharaja asked if they had Le Carnaval Spirituel play for Krsna.
We hit Lourne. It was sleepy but much more bustling in comparison to Toukey. Me and Mathuranatha finished posters in no time. Everyone was exhausted and hungry it seemed also. Maharaja took a quick nap while the harinam started. Me and Mathuranatha snuck off to have some chips after we had done our service. I needed SOMETHING, ANYTHING. I had the 2 cups of milk and a couple rolls I stole earlier but it wasn’t sufficing.
We snuck under the bank of the footpath facing the sea to stay out of sight. Mathuresvari caught us while she was on fliers and gave little chuckle. We caught Lal running off to the sea in his bathers. We met up with Vraja Kumari and Radha Valaba from the other poster party. They confessed to sneaking off to have ice creams after finishing their posters. They ran out on their end of town so we had some more to do if we so desired.
The harinam party was coming down to the beach so I took cover. I finished my chips, washed up and went to get some more posters. I rushed up to the box, Indradyumna Swami caught me and ordered me to help throw out fliers on the beach. I went to explain that I wanted to put some posters up. “Maddy don’t speculate. Start doing fliers” he said. I got the spiritual saucing. I wasn’t into the flier idea because they seemed well onto it and I am pretty clumsy at doing sankirtana and flier distributing in with a high density of distributors. Within no time Indradyumna Swami was in my ear again “what are you spaced out Maddy? Go up front!”
I zoomed up front, struggling in my aussie footwear. We dealt them out to the people and made great distance ahead of the party and so had to slow down. Near the end I met a man on the grass who wanted to take a whole bunch of fliers for his friends. He said they would definitely be interested in the show.
After all the sweet surrender it was picnic time in the park. I jerked some more Vrindavana Sanga out of Sri P, boo yeah milin that nectar! In the car there was a message on the phone for HH Indradyumna Swami. Prahlad was dictating it to him and I was overhearing. HH Bhakti Vidyapurna Swami, I think, was asking Maharaja if he wanted to go to Kasakstan with him. We were in close vicinity to New Nandagram farm on the way home but everyone was too tired to go there for a leg stretch. Maharaja was asking me something about the local…wildlife: “hey Maddy what are these flies called? Blow Flies?” I explained them to be plain old flies with no special name.
I smashed some reading in on the ride home. I was falling behind since Peat’s Ridge on my daily hour’s quota. We were racing our neighbouring van also, Gaura and Garmin were eating our dust. My mummy deary gave me a call just to check up on her long gone son. I explained the usual ecstatic stories as everyone is accustomed to read up on. Another day, another few harinams. Some more souls, not so many more souls, heard the holy names. We had HH Indradyumna Swami driving our chariot just like Krsna drove Arjuna’s and we all had a pretty full on day at the helm of the preaching mission of Lord Caitanya. Not even Garmin could make us miss that one.