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All work and no play may just be a result of “mindless accumulation.” So say scholars behind research, published in the journal Psychological Science.
BY KRIPA SINDHU KRISHNA DASA
Sri Jaganntha Mandir celebrated its annual Ratha Yatra festival at Brickfields (Indian enclave), Kuala Lumpur on Saturday, 4 January 2013. We were blessed to have the association of HH Bhakti Vrajendra Nandana Swami Maharaja (President of ISKCON Malaysia), HH Janananda Goswami Maharaja, Prabhavisnu dasa (ACBSP), Ajamila Prabhu dasa (ACBSP), Vrndavana Candra dasa (Vice President) and Simheswara dasa (Regional Secretary) and devotees from Ukraine, America, Europe, Australia, Nepal, Thailand, Singapore, Bangladesh and Malaysia.
The procession started at 4:30pm with arati and sweeping of road. It has been raining everyday for the past few days in Kuala Lumpur and it was a concern for all the devotees. And it was not different on Ratha Yatra day. Soon after Their Lordships started to move on the chariot rain also started. Nevertheless it did not spoil the enthusiasm of devotees. Everyone continued chanting and dancing in rain with bliss. The roads were being washed to welcome Their Lordships.
Lords Jagannatha, Baladeva, Subhadra Devi and Sudarshana went through the city giving darshan to one and all. Many foreigners also joined pulling the ratha, singing and dancing in joy. Kirtan party lead by different kirtaneers, including Ekalavya dasa and Sadhu Kripamoy dasa (Bangladesh), sang melodiously throughout the procession. The chariot festival ended at the jam packed Kandiah Hall where we had more ecstatic kirtans, spiritual discourses by senior Vaisnavas, dance drama and tasty Jagannatha prasädam feast. Devotees were delighted to have the association of HH Bhakti Vrajendra Nandana Swami after his amazing recovery from near fatal heart attack. Lokabandhu Gauranga dasa, Deputy Minister for Federal Territories, also graced the occasion and led the arati kirtan and addressed the devotees. Around 2000 plates of prasadam and around 200 books were distributed during Ratha Yatra.
Death calls my dog by the wrong name.
A little man when I was small, Death grew
Beside me, always taller, but always
Confused as I have almost never been.
Confusion, like the heart, gets left behind
Early by a boy, abandoned the very moment
Futurity with her bare arms comes a-waltzing
Down the fire escapes to take his hand.
“Death,” I said, “if your eyes were green
I would eat them.”
For what are days but the furnace of an eye?
If I could strip a sunflower bare to its bare soul,
I would rebuild it:
Green inside of green, ringed round by green.
There’d be nothing but new flowers anymore.
Absolute Christmas.
“Death,” I said, “I know someone, a woman,
Who sank her teeth into the moon.”
For what are space and time but the inventions
Of sorrowing men? The soul goes faster than light.
Eating the moon alive, it leaves space and time behind.
The soul is forgiveness because it knows forgiveness.
And the knowledge is whirligig.
Whirligig taught me to live outwardly.
Shoe shop. . . pizza parlor. . . surgical appliances. . .
All left behind me with the hooey.
My soul is my home.
An old star hounded by old starlight.
“Death, I ask you, whose only story
Is the end of the story, right from the start,
How is it I remember everything
That never happened and almost nothing that did?
Was I ever born?”
I think of the suicides, all of them thriving,
Many of them painting beautiful pictures.
I think of boys and girls murdered
In their first beauty, now with children of their own.
And I have a church in my mind, set cruelly ablaze,
And then the explosion of happy souls
Into the greeny, frozen Christmas Eve air:
Another good Christmas, a white choir.
Beside each other still,
My Death and I are a magical hermit.
Dear Mother, I miss you.
Dear reader, your eyes are now green,
Green as they used to be, before I was born.
As the rising moon dispels darkness, so too did the Golden Avatar Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu appear in this world to bestow infinite light, hope, and love. Day by day, the worldwide bhakti revolution He ignited accelerates, as the background noise of doubt and fear is drowned by the vibration of sacred mantra. A video by the KRIYATE group.
New Vrindaban’s Transcendental “Throwback Thursday” – 01/09/14.
Each week we highlight an earlier era of ISKCON New Vrindaban.
This week’s challenge: Name the three devotees who can be clearly identified in the photo.
Extra credit: With a little patience and determination, you might be able to ID a few more.
Post your best guesses on the “who, what, when & where” in the comment section at the New Vrindaban Facebook Page.
Technical stuff: We share the photo Thursday and confirm known details Sunday.
Let’s have a bit of fun and see who knows their New Vrindaban history!
Logan Laplante is a 13 year-old boy who was taken out of the education system to be home schooled instead. Not only was he home schooled, but Logan had the ability to tailor his education to his interests and also his style of learning, something traditional education does not offer. As Logan has mentioned, when he grows up he wants to be happy and healthy.
14 01 04 Chaitanya Charitamrita By H G Bhakti Brihat Bhagavata Swami Maharaj ISKCON Juhu