Mining Memories

  What a festival for the eyes it is to behold beauty personified! For the past few days, my mind has been captivated by the beautiful form of RadhaGopinath at ISKCON, Chowpatty. Then, just yesterday, I received a text announcing it was His birthday. Nothing could hold us back from visiting the Most Beautiful Blue-Boy. After my college classes, I called my husband to arrange our meeting time and place so we could hurry to greet the "Birthday Boy." With excitement and a bit of breathlessness, we arrived at His merciful abode. The curtains were closed, building our anticipation, while a gentle kirtan eased our eager hearts as we waited for darshan. Finally, the conch shell blew, the curtains opened, and our eyes drank in the long-awaited sight. Sri Sri Radha Gopinath appeared resplendent in a yellow dhoti, a green waistband, and a red headpiece, captivating us with His vibrant colors. Yet it was clear His heart was enchanted by the beautiful Sri Radhe, dressed in elegant oran...

Often we do not realise the value of people while they are with us. And when they are gone, it gets too late to repent and express our Love and Gratitude to them. This morning I was listening to a lecture. A part of the lecture was about Daughter-Father relationship. The part where Mother Sita is married and King Janak has to see her going to her new Home in Ayodhya. The description of the loving relationship shared between Fathers and Daughters was so beautifully described by the speaker that almost all of the people in the audience felt it through tears. Sometimes we so easily fail to understand or rather simply overlook the care hidden when our father scolds us. We turn deaf to the concern behind his every call when we are out of our homes. We turn blind to all the hard-work he does to fulfil our every desire. His Love-filled questions appear to us like a frustrating interrogation. And in all these beliefs of our mind we ...