Letters to the editor

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?

= = = = = =

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!

DIARY OF A TRAVLEING CREATURE

18-12-18

[5.36am]

  /r[11/29]

HARI BOWL

baker's hats are quite subime.

sneak a loaf on your head any 'ol time.

one for sridama, one for rama.

one for govinda & vrndavana dhama

baked by monks, who brook no bunk.

BEANS AND A BUN FOR ONLY A BUCK

 . . .

PIONEERS

after mangala arati write some rhymes,

then more japa like soldiers marching in line.

this lends you strength that will last all day.

for go-gopa-gopi we must mark out the way!!

SCOUTS

6.14 r/13 >> naaap!

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18-12-19

[5.39am]

  /r[12/28]

My friend in college, Larry Dale, has he gone beyond the vail, said that the only thing in this industrial world that seemed of worth, was the street lights or car lights that were beautiful and bright, even though still contained no mirth.

He was right.

Evaluate the proposition.

Must be an incarnation of KRSNA.

hk/hk...  seen from a distance, airplane lan ding, highway from a hill.

THE TIGER

[William Blake]

Tiger Tiger. burning bright,

In the forests of the night;

What immortal hand or eye.

Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies.

Burnt the fire of thine eyes?

On what wings dare he aspire?

What the hand, dare seize the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art,

Could twist the sinews of thy heart?

And when thy heart began to beat.

What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain,

In what furnace was thy brain?

What the anvil? what dread grasp.

Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears

And watered heaven with their tears:

Did he smile His work to see?

Did he who made the lamb make thee?

Tiger Tiger burning bright,

In the forests of the night:

What immortal hand or eye,

Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Can you ride a motorcycle in chocolate fudge?

I don't think so, it would not budge.

Rasa-bhibatsa. Improper mixture of mellows.

Better dance with Braja Dhama, Dance with Krsna-Balarama.

Wherever you go, whomever you meets, tell them about Krsna.

Tim Brown, Buck White, AGTSP, write more Trash for Jack London:

MORE MOON BEAMS FROM A LARGER LUNACY

I ONCE KNEW a bear named houdini,

who was never inclined to be greedy.

he lived on fried almonds and sesame buns,

that he bartered for swift, certain, messenger runs

-postal service of goloka.

-messages for mount govardhana.

with a small boy on his back,

carrying a sack,

he would lope from village to mountain.

-lunch bags.

running to keep cows together,

you work up a big appetite.

-one hundred, thousand, million, billion cows running everywhere.

on wild celery they crunch, the cows,

while the boys eat their lunch,

and discuss the tales in puranas and veda.

some will back subal, and some will back rama,

some varutthapa, some will back shyama.

cottage cheese, pints of beer, with no alcohol to make it queer.

a whole village singing, and dancing, so rama-krsna can hear.

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BLACK and WHITE had a fight,

And RED was born between them.

What about T. BROWN and Buck WHITE?

ORANGE will always team them.

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Dinky opened the door and an enourmos head jumped out.

It had slavering fans and rapacious claws.

" I am the demi-urge", it did shout.

Then it jerked back violently, standing upright in livid pride.

Dinky slammed the door and said to himself, gasping for breath, "No you're knot! There's no hue-mill-it-tea in your stride!"

-One must have both power and humility to be a Church Governor.

S/A - 'The Hipopotamus', T. S. Elliot

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donkey david and ducky dan,

lived on flax and roasted bran,

in the deserts of afganistan,

with a very awful plan,

to rescue the writer, thomas mann,

from buring in the frying pan,

where his wicked karma ran.

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Thomas Mann, born June 6, 1875, was 21-years when Prabhupada was born and died August 12, 1955. when Srila Prabhupada was fifty-nine years old. His early novels, "Buddenbrooks" (1900), "Death in Venice" (1912), and "The Magic Mountain" (1924), earned him the Nobel Prize for Literature, 1929.

Mann’s concern is to provide a myth for his own times, capable of sustaining and directing his generation and of restoring a belief in the power of humane reason.

Hare Krsna Dear Gurudev,

   Please accept my humble obeisances at your lotus feet.

HpS - ASA - At least they are clean!

   All glories to Srila Prabhupada.

   All glories to Guru parampara.

   Gurudev, going to start tomorrow (December 14, 2018) for chhattisgarh and will be back

   on January 11, 2019 in Pune.

  During traveling internet won't be accessible for some places and same for cell also.

   would post annual report in few days.

   Thank you Gurudev.

your fallen servant,

Girivaradhari-Gopal Das

HpS - Jaya!!!! Got your Whatsapp message. Preach, preach, preach, smile at people!! Chant while you are in transit.