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Nitai Pada Kamala

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It was on this day in 2015 that Swami Veda Bharati left his body in Rishikesh. I was in Vrindavan at the time but left the same day to be there for the jala-samādhi and I stayed for several weeks until the mourning period was over. Someone also sent me a photo of the Nitai Pada Kamala, which evoked memories from 1976 or thereabouts. This date was also Guru Purnima in 2011, and my remarks inspired a long thread with plenty of comments. Facebook memories.  July 14 2020 Chapter 28 of Another Side of Bhaktivinoda Thakur by Gadadhar Pran Das is now available. There is only one more chapter, which will be appearing soon. Then what happens? Probably a final edit and then publication. How that will be organized I do not know, but it seems that GP Prabhu has finally got a few disciples who are faithful and will help get it done. Which I think is at least in part due to the publication on line on my blog. I was checking yesterday. Some chapters have had only a couple of hundred ...

Guru Purnima memories

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2017 বাস্তব আমার সব সময় এ অনুভব হয় যে আমি যতটা বাংলা ভাষার মধ্যে অনুপ্রবিষ্ট হই, আমি ততটাই মহাপ্রভুর কাছে এসে গিয়েছি. জয় গৌর! 2015 The life of a Luddite living in India. I can live without internet, but if we have the internet, can we have it please? Waiting ten minutes to see an email... 2014 The rains are coming down monsoon fashion here in Rishikesh. I wish some of this would fall on the plains further south. 2014 Pleased to say that today on Guru Purnima, I have just completed the Yoga Tarangini project and handed it to Swami Veda Bharati to be sent for publication. Jai Guru. (115 comments) I just arrived in Vrindavan. They apparently had "suspicion" of rain last night so it is not the promised 36 degrees nightly low, but at least 5 below that. As yet, this commuting back and forth from Vrindavan to RIshikesh is very revealing. And I can tell you, of the two I am definitely a Vrindavan person. There is just a little yogi lurking in there that still cries out ...