Saturday, November 03, 2007

Fired!


Glory to God in the highest, I’ve been fired!
Though my stomach is squirming and doubtful,
The bats in my belfry are singing Haribol!

Haribol! Kalo’ham in word and now in deed!
Haribol! Another life’s over, now I’m dead.

Krishna's been pushing me to something higher,
But there was a quiver in my belly, not a fire.
So praise the Lord, next stop Rishikesh,
and then home to my guru given desh.

9 comments:

Hari said...

I'm going to need a little more information here.


Hari

Malati dasi said...

Radhe Radhe


Why Rishikesh and not Radha Kunda?

Jagat said...

Being under the curse of Lakshmi Devi, I am forced to go where the opportunities lie. I have been given a chance to teach in an ashram school in Rishikesh. Swami Ram Sadhaka Gram. I will be teaching Sanskrit, Gita, Bhagavatam, etc. I start in December.

Harisaran said...

Good luck with your new job Jagat, whenever possible, please keep us informed about the progress of your new task and the life in India itself.

So you are no longer with Mandala Publishing?

Jagat said...

Actually, I have been doing other things for some time. I hope to resume my relationship with Mandala in the near future.

Anonymous said...

Good luck ! I guess the toilet-article was an inner call for change.

Anyway, wishing you the best !

And watch out for the mayavadis out there. I have heard they can give nasty bites...... ;-)

Jagat said...

We'll see about those Mayavadis. What do we have to be afraid of? We are achintya-bhedabheda-vadis.

I was also wondering whether there was a cause and effect relationship between the toilet article and subsequent events. Maybe I am destined to be a sweeper on the Govardhan parikrama path.

Gupta said...

Sweepers? We have not the skills.

Ever noticed that the Bhangi girls who sweep the RK parikrama marg every morn are the most beautiful damsels in the whole district? Immaculately dressed in simple sarwar kameez, they sweep all the muck off the road into the gutter but never get their hands dirty. Amazing. (then their brothers shovel from there into barrows to cart away). In the west they would all be fit to grace fashion magazine covers.

Anonymous said...

He Gupta ! I like what you are saying.