Letters to the editor

Hare Krsna, Hare Rama.

It is 35(2)-degrees outside and cool inside. We have the office, bedroom, cave room on half heater so we can heat up the bath room. Then we can take a final bath.

Full Morning Program. Nice discussion of Matsya Avatar. Always need to step back and see how the stories are important to our life, our Sankirtan.

Then banking and three calls to Dr. Samaresh about Gaudiya Math Symposium in April. More travel work that we can do. Have to accept what the devotees can do to help us in India. Hard to plan it all from here. Devotees in India cannot do a lot of organizing in advance.

Then banking - NIOS money, ASA money ...

Our computer fan seems to have died and now the screen is cloudy and hard to read. We will leave it in Houston for Gopinatha Das to look at. Indication from Krsna that we should only take our smart phone and Blue tooth keyboard? But our right knee is better! Srila Prabhupada says that material life means trading a back ache for a head ache.

Then drove to Walmart and replaced our cane, looked for one cup microwaveable container but could not find. May have one here. Got toothpaste, reading glasses and frozen orange juice.

Offered almonds, walnuts, apple, banana, little milk (don't want to abuse the cows), and frozen orange juice in the blender etc. Brother Ass took to much but he is pretty stressed by the cold, age etc.

Read a little KRSNA book, world classical literature, nap, back to work. Finished accounting with calls to Abhaya, Abhiseka, NgD and several more. Gaura-Arati on line. All the Urgent (except for Isvaris) letters and all the old ones to one week ago.

No article writing.

O.K. 8.38PM. Bath in the HOT tiny, weak floored bath room and some more Krsna book.

See you in FMP.

Thank you for the association, letters, online programs. Upendra Called with good ideas. Talked with Radhika about the India trip.

Hare Krsna. We live in a bubble of time and space dominated by the feet of His Divine Grace.

Oink! Honk! WHoop! ! ! !

8.39PM We are DEAD!!! lONG lONG LONG dAY! You can see some of the letters we wrote to Minstry of Education, Philemon Foundation. We answered "Urgent" letters. The problem/advantage of URGENT letters is that we answer them quickly so that sometimes means it is a short answer.

We see so many Vyasapuja offerings. How can we answer them?? We feel sad. Our eyes are very strained now. We can push but we will go blind even sooner.

Tandavika Das has gone to bed. We didn't get a chance to go for walk today. I wanted to but it kept getting later.

The world moves very fast.

All we can do is keep our little part of it clean and be an example to others. We can talk to them, offer advice, if they can hear, but if not then we can set and example.

Hare Krsna Hare Rama. Happy Radha. Happy Shyama. Play Their vina, play their lute. Play Their bamboo country flute.

More letters we wanted to answer but will destroy our eyes, so we rest now. Hear Krsna lila in the rumbling of the surf.

Our humble obeisances to you. Thank you for your sacrifices for Srila Prabhupada's movement. , , , ,

Hare Krsna!

AGTSP. Paoho. Today was typical.

Up at 2AM - Ja Ja Paw!!

Full morning program online and with Tandavika Das here in Giriraja Ashrama in Franklin, Tennesse. The long phone conference with Dr. Samaresh to do the second draft of the letters from NIOS and Rector of San Marcos University to the Governor of West Bengal et al.

Then SB class with Srinivasa, Sundara-radhika, Sugopi-radha, Isvari, Jiyada, Mitravinda et al! Copy to Upendra and Twitter. Bali Maharaja goes to Sutala.

Then 24-minutes rest and 2-1/2 hours of discussion with Mathuresa Das about property management of ISKCON Peru, GBC College etc.

Breakfast.

Some rest, rest, rest and now sending the letters and this DTC.... Jaya! Now we will go for a walk in the Mall with Tandavika Das. Hare Krsna!!!

ENGLISH TRASH

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SEMI-ARID SAVANA

Bartworth Beekers bridge the gap,

That stood between the elephants and the Lion's baseball cap.

Moving herd South-wise across the warm savana,

The elephants first saw it lying like a heavenly Hosana!

It was a baseball cap, but the trees and fleas, and dogs and logs, all sang to it in high Hosannas!

"Halleluah!  Halleluah!

   "H A LL E L U AAAAaaaA H!"

"My aching back", said the Duke of the 'derms, "if I don't waddle and quack, it's a Lion's baseball cap!"

"WaaaaWuuuuuu", trumpeted the rest of the herd because you have heard the word that elephants and lions sometimes fight and usually the lion wins and on the colosal's spine takes a bite.

!FOOD FOR A WEEK FOR THE PRIDE!

[A covey of quail,

a herd of cows,

lions in PRIDES they all resides].

"WaaaaWuuuuuu!!!", most wanted to stomp it and flip it and rip it to shreds but wise old Duke he said, "We must bow our heads. All the ambient creatures glorify it with purples and reds!"

Bartworth came forward, or rather descended from a tree, and spoke in such a way that all 'derms and 'boons the great truth could see.

"It's like this yur majesty. This lion who 'ere done wear this baseball cap was none to proud of being a lion and 'aving to kill, to eat, sentient creatures that danzes and waulks.

So this morn'n we talked and he laid down 'is 'at and his team labeled socks.

'e was a devotee of God in the Chistian faith, but didn't mind chanting with the Krsna wraiths."

!!!  HARE KRSNA!   HARE KRSNA!   ! ! !

"Was a Maha-bhagavata and by NOI 6 we should not fault him his skin, lungs nor nails, nor if he speaks any crooked tales."

So the old noble duke raised the hat to the tops of the trees and there it hangs today where everyone sees.

KIRATA HUNAANDRA PULINDA PULKASA...

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Meanwhile, the lion, whose name was Leo, a young man, b'cari, was loping south-west, having completely forgotten the hat of detest, but his mind gave no rest.

It asked, "If you don't eat meat, what can you eat?!"

For a dog or a man, God has a wide plan, but cats eat meat or they die.

"Did Vibhisana eat meat? He was a Raksasa. Do they have to eat meat?"

Then he came across a solitary rose bush named Rose Bush in the semi-arid savanah and sat down next to it and asked, "Are you a boy rosebush or a girl rosebush?"

"Girl," said RB.

Leo looked at him and said, "Liar! I can see you are a boy."

"Yes," said RB, "but don't hide what's lurking inside."

"Hare Krsna!" said Leo, "a homosexual rosebush!", but did not get up to leave. Then he asked, "Look RB, you have a broad perspective on things. What should I do? I don't want to kill animals to live but there is really not much option with the body I got. Actually I even like licking muscles too the bone over a few days after I take them home."

"Garumph," said RB, "by the way people like me fear vegetarians more than carnivoars.

Doars to Vaikuntha are always open. You could fast on water, die and go to heaven, just chant Holy Names as the very best leaven. As an alternative you could kill and eat criminals who are condemned to death by the laws of the state: wolves, jackals, patricide, matricide or those who murder their mate. You could protect the flocks of white fluffy sheep and eat, the assailants as your little ones bleat!"

"Cricky good gravy," sassed Leo, "I'll take your advice and unless there are enough wicked for rice, I'll take it as God's mercy and only take water and ice."

THE SUN SET AND LEO PASSED THE NIGHT WITH RB SMELLING THE EARTH UNDER THE STARS AND QUARTER MOON DISCUSSING THEIR EXPERIENCES IN LIFE.

Hare Krsna!

We get so bored! How about you? Unless we can play with Krsna. We get so bored. It is 6.02PM. DARK outside. It gets lonely this time of the day after a whole day alone, so we go to NGD home in a few minutes. [Being "alone" though, we get so much done.]

We chant with Radha Natabara and then we get Yelling! and Screaming! enthusiasm again. Very busy days.

Here is some Trash for London that we wrote after Mangala Arati:

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TRASH 181221

imagine a land of only boys,

  of trucks and tractors and other such toys.

with no idea of what is a girl,

  and you have the universe at the very first swirl, maybe . . . visnu, brahma, kumaras...

(although he saw the ladies of the lord?)

who were the four kumaras supposed to marry?

wives of four brahmacari guys who in the mall for even a moment do not tarry?

find their kids a repulsive blotch on their memory swatch.

live on air and discarded buffalo hair.

lord brahma has no mommy!

can he relate to bobby, jackie, billy and tommy?

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SOME TIME LATER

there once was a dog named ritch,

who belonged to an terrible, horrible ugly, irritable, good-natured witch, who told him, 'go away and never return',

so he picked up his cane and his burlapped sack, and took to the sankirtana track [w/ a yellow duck, who could quack].

this is all fact.

stepping out he had the smallest thought of leaving his mistress behind, because he was dead certain her up ahead he would find.

on dandelion they dined

===the 'inn of the eternal plaza'===

innkeeper: dawn key hoe tea,

servant: sand chew pan so.

guests-among-others: ritch and quack, who are on the road to belmundi thack.

'what do you know', ritch asked the innkeeper?

'buy low, sell high'

'sounds like the motto of a merchant', said ritch!

'it is at that', said quijote as he gave the table a wack. 'i learned it all from sancho and kiss his toe.

'sing the best and forget the rest.'

ritch and quack quaffed their apple wine* and toast from the baker's hat, and headed back on the road looking for where mother sita was at.

*(blush of alcohol from the fermentation to keep it from becoming vinegar, like we ferment milk to yogurt and it also has to blush)

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EDUCATED FOOLS

Donkey Dan ran down the path.

His hooves struck the earth leaving dust and chips in their aftermath.

IRON DAN, HE'S OUR MAN!!

'Hold up! Hold up!', his heckless followers ne'r did exclaim.

Named: Donkey Don, Donkey Darold and Donkey Zeus, they all came out into the valley and saw the herds of donkeys, gazelle and even moose.

"Call the Hugh Manns", whinneyed Dan,

"There are goods to unwrap in sacks and soda cans".

Nanda Maharaja could not read nor write, what to speak of the girls ('gopis'). He would engage an educated fool (software engineer??) to do it for him.

The asses trade transport and kicks, for manipulation and construction bricks.

ARE YOU A HARD-ASS?

Welcome on board, this is your Church!  ISKCON Warp World Nine!

Hare Krsna, Hare Rama.

We get exhausted many times. Part of it is the COLD. You have to wear very thick clothes and still your body has to use a lot of energy to stay warm Well in other times and place we would be fighting with the heat and the mosquitos.

Our right knee is still suspicious.

Maybe we get an x-ray when Amit Ji gets back.

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We answered, you can see, a ton of letters. Very nice. The answers are for you also!

Now it is 11.05AM. We have had enough rest, but we had to reschedule class from 7.30AM to 3.30AM. Should be O.K. Bh. Siddhanta Sarasvati, Ki Jai.. 16-rounds done.

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Now we will answer the Yahoo mail and write letters to our hosts in India! Then we will (our will is weak, Krsna's will is perfect) cook a nice feast for Sripad Bh. Siddhanta Sarasvati, by his mercy, and then go to Dr. Desai's home at 6PM for a Xmas festival. Maybe go walking also!