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  1. gHari

    George Has Left

    What can be said? Listen to My Sweet Lord while you read (Real Audio format) http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow.asp?art_id=168642454 <font size=-3><font color="#dedfdf"> [This message has been edited by gHari (edited 12-02-2001).]
  2. I have had some concerns: 1. Will software work on all Windows systems 2. Will is work with non-Vedabase version; i.e. is it also Balaram font 3. Did it work for you?
  3. I really don't care what happens to these people. How does one develop such a sick wolf pack conception of life? Is it all really being taught in their ashrams? I know they've fought with their neighbors forever, but surely they can come out of the dark ages.
  4. http://hindustantimes.com/nonfram/011201/dlame49.asp
  5. http://www.indian-express.com/ie20011130/int3.html
  6. This is from an early essay by Srila Prabhupada, the rest of which is in the 'World' section under the article titled 'Krsna Arranges for Planet to Protect Bharata'. I didn't see this joke coming, and laughed so loud the silence became deafening: It seems that God answered their prayers even before they said them, only using the demons as delivery boys. [This message has been edited by gHari (edited 12-30-2001).]
  7. http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow.asp?art_id=1005147639
  8. gHari

    The Pickle Jar

    The mother of my son sent me this: The pickle jar as far back as I can remember sat on the floor beside the dresser in my parents' bedroom. When he got ready for bed, Dad would empty his pockets and toss his coins into the jar. As a small boy I was always fascinated at the sounds the coins made as they were dropped into the jar. They landed with a merry jingle when the jar was almost empty. Then the tones gradually muted to a dull thud as the jar was filled. I used to squat on the floor in front of the jar and admire the copper and silver circles that glinted like a pirate's treasure when the sun poured through the bedroom window. When the jar was filled, Dad would sit at the kitchen table and roll the coins before taking them to the bank. Taking the coins to the bank was always a big production. Stacked neatly in a small cardboard box, the coins were placed between Dad and me on the seat of his old truck. Each and every time, as we drove to the bank, Dad would look at me hopefully. "Those coins are going to keep you out of the textile mill, son. You're going to do better than me. This old mill town's not going to hold you back." Also, each and every time, as he slid the box of rolled coins across the counter at the bank toward the cashier, he would grin proudly. "These are for my son's college fund. He'll never work at the mill all his life like me." We would always celebrate each deposit by stopping for an ice cream cone. I always got chocolate. Dad always got vanilla. When the clerk at the ice cream parlor handed Dad his change, he would show me the few coins nestled in his palm. "When we get home, we'll start filling the jar again." He always let me drop the first coins into the empty jar. As they rattled around with a brief, happy jingle, we grinned at each other. "You'll get to college on pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters," he said. "But you'll get there. I'll see to that." The years passed, and I finished college and took a job in another town. Once, while visiting my parents, I used the phone in their bedroom, and noticed that the pickle jar was gone. It had served its purpose and had been removed. A lump rose in my throat as I stared at the spot beside the dresser where the jar had always stood. My dad was a man of few words, and never lectured me on the values of determination, perseverance, and faith. The pickle jar had taught me all these virtues far more eloquently than the most flowery of words could have done. When I married, I told my wife Susan about the significant part the lowly pickle jar had played in my life as a boy. In my mind, it defined, more than anything else, how much my dad had loved me. No matter how rough things got at home, Dad continued to doggedly drop his coins into the jar. Even the summer when Dad got laid off from the mill, and Mama had to serve dried beans several times a week, not a single dime was taken from the jar. To the contrary, as Dad looked across the table at me, pouring catsup over my beans to make them more palatable, he became more determined than ever to make a way out for me. "When you finish college, Son," he told me, his eyes glistening, "You'll never have to eat beans again...unless you want to." The first Christmas after our daughter Jessica was born, we spent the holiday with my parents. After dinner, Mom and Dad sat next to each other on the sofa, taking turns cuddling their first grandchild. Jessica began to whimper softly, and Susan took her from Dad's arms. "She probably needs to be changed," she said, carrying the baby into my parents' bedroom to diaper her. When Susan came back into the living room, there was a strange mist in her eyes. She handed Jessica back to Dad before taking my hand and leading me into the room. "Look," she said softly, her eyes directing me to a spot on the floor beside the dresser. To my amazement, there, as if it had never been removed, stood the old pickle jar, the bottom already covered with coins. I walked over to the pickle jar, dug down into my pocket, and pulled out a fistful of coins. With a gamut of emotions choking me, I dropped the coins into the jar. I looked up and saw that Dad, carrying Jessica, had slipped quietly into the room.. Our eyes locked, and I knew he was feeling the same emotions I felt. Neither one of us could speak. This truly touched my heart... I know it has yours as well. Sometimes we are so busy adding up our troubles that we forget to count our blessings. Never underestimate the power of your actions. With one small gesture you can change a person's life, for better or for worse. God puts us all in each other's lives to impact one another in some way. Look for God in others. The best and most beautiful things cannot be seen or touched - they must be felt with the heart ~ Helen Keller Happy moments, praise God. Difficult moments, seek God. Quiet moments, worship God. Painful moments, trust God. Every moment, thank God.
  9. I read that over 4,000 had been taken prisoner suspected of being potential terror threats.
  10. gHari

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  11. gHari

    Spiritual Disneyland

    This sounds like one of those "If I had a billion dollars" songs. IN THE NEWS: Ford Foundation seeking Indian land to build ISKCON Disneyland. <blockquote>Rajasthan offers 400 acres to Ford TIMES NEWS NETWORK[ FRIDAY, MARCH 19, 2004 02:40:13 AM ] JAIPUR: The Rajasthan government has offered 400 acres of land to automobile giant Albert Ford, grandson of Henry Ford, to set up his dream project - Lord Krishna spiritual Disneyland - at the holy town of Keshoraipatan , 40 km from the district headquarter of Bundi. Bundi was ruled by the Hara rulers and it has some beautiful frescoed buildings and step wells. The BJP government which is promoting religious tourism has offered to give the land where a defunct sugar mill in cooperative sector is located. The mill was closed a few years ago after it accumulated a loss of Rs 20 crore. The state government has decided to sell off the mill and the land to pay off the liabilities. It has offered Albert Ford the land to set up his spiritual and meditation centre there. The state government has proposed that it could give the land to Ford, if he undertakes all the liabilities of the mill. Ford had recently visited Kolkata and wanted to set up the spiritual Disneyland there on the banks of the Hoogly, but the West Bengal government could offer him only 40 acres of land. Albert Ford is a devout worshipper of Lord Krishna and is connected with ISKCON. He is married to an Indian medico Shramila Bhattacharya, daughter of Australia-based Dr D D Bhatacharya. Bundi collector R K Jain told TNN the state government had requested Albert Ford to visit Keshoraipatan, located on the banks of the Chambal. The Ford organisation is willing to spend Rs 600 crore to build the spiritual centre. Keshoraipatan has a big temple of Lord Keshavrai and a Jain temple. The state government is also ready to offer a package to Ford, Jain said. Jain said if Ford agreed to the government's proposal it would be the first spiritual commune of the country. Jain said he was in touch with the Indian representative of Albert Ford, Sudipto Mukherjee in Kolkata, and has sent a CD which carries all the details of the place. Jain said he has received a positive response from Sudipto, who is expected to visit Keshoraipatan soon. Jain said the spiritual commune will give a big boost to tourism in Hadauti region comprising Kota , Bundi, Jhalawar and Baran districts. </blockquote> Terrorists close ISKCON Hospital. Note that the author seems to be Muslim. <blockquote>Living with the mob (September 26, 2003) Lumpenisation of logic: the Shiv Sena’s attack on an ISKCON-run hospital by MOHAMMED WAJIHUDDIN If you live in Sena land, you must live with its rules. One has watched Shiv Sainiks impose sundry bandhs in Mumbai and block the city’s lifeline—its trains—for hours and aggressively advance the cause of Mee Mumbaikar. They did it again last week. And this time the Bhaktivedanta Hospital at Mira Road, a farflung suburb of Mumbai, was at the receiving end. TV channels flashed news of the hospital’s closure followed by acts of vandalism and threats. The hospital had management problems and some of the employees affiliated with the Shiv Sena decided to solve matters their way. I live just ten minutes away from Bhaktivedanta, the only healthcare centre in the neighbourhood with modern facilities for over six lakh population of Mira Road. Not long ago, I took my wife to this International Society for Krishna Conscious (ISKCON)-run, temple-like hospital. Surrounded by a green patch, its domes rising towards the sky and soft, soothing Krishna bhajans playing in its corridor, Bhaktivedanta felt more like a centre for holistic healing than a modern hospital. Almost every member of its staff spotted the mandatory tilak and patients were greeted with Hare Krishna by smiling Krishna bhakts who shuffled permanently in the hospital lobby. A visit to it was like a spiritual journey. It beautifully blended a benevolent Krishna consciousness with mechanised modern medicare. By forcing Bhaktivedanta to close, the Shiv Sainiks have not just sent a hospital out of operation. They hit the very principle of law and justice, a common tenet of all faiths and religious sects. Two years ago, Shiv Sainiks had burnt down the Singhania Hospital in Thane because its doctors failed to save Sena leader Anand Dighe. The residents of Thane have lived without a good hospital in their locality ever since the Singhanias closed theirs. The Singhanias and the Krishna bhakts can never match the might of the Sainiks. Krishna bhakti can never triumph over Shiv Shakti. One is guided by fear of God and love for mankind. The other is an aggrieved army fired by fanatic dream of a homogenised society. The Sena claims to be striving for lokshahi (democracy) but unabashedly uses thokshahi (mobocracy) to redress its grievances. To Krishna bhakts, nirvana lies in karma. The Shiv Sainiks take force, intimidation and segregation as an article of faith. This is dangerous for the health of democracy. Closing avenues of dialogues and taking law into one’s hands is one step short of anarchy. The army of hate has a history of consuming the very society it’s supposed to protect. Ask a poor Maharashtrian in Thane who cannot afford to admit his ailing mother to an upmarket hospital in South Mumbai. Ask the weeping patients of Bhaktivedanta who were wheeled out because the hospital couldn’t risk their lives. ‘‘This was not a hospital, it was a temple,’’ said a shattered B.M. Mishra who regularly visited Bhaktivedanta for kidney dialysis.</blockquote>
  12. Murphy's Laws 1.If anything can go wrong, it will. 2.If there is a possibility of several things going wrong, the one that will cause the most damage will be the first one to go wrong. 3.If anything just cannot go wrong, it will anyway. 4.If you perceive that there are four possible ways in which something can go wrong, and circumvent these, then a fifth way, unprepared for, will promptly develop. 5.Left to themselves, things tend to go from bad to worse. 6.If everything seems to be going well, you have obviously overlooked something. 7.Nature always sides with the hidden flaw. 8.Mother nature is a bitch. HISTORY OF MURPHY'S LAWS The following article was excerpted from The Desert Wings March 3, 1978 by the AFFTC History Office Murphy's Law ("If anything can go wrong, it will") was born here (Edwards Air Force Base) û in 1949 at North Base. It was named after Capt. Edward A. Murphy, an engineer working on Air Force Project MX981, (a project) designed to see how much sudden deceleration a person can stand in a crash. One day, after finding that a transducer was wired wrong, he cursed the technician responsible and said, "If there is any way to do it wrong, he'll find it." The contractor's project manager kept a list of "laws" and added this one, which he called Murphy's Law. Actually, what he did was take an old law that had been around for years in a more basic form (see first paragraph above) and give it a name. Shortly afterwards, the Air Force doctor (Dr. John Paul Stapp) who rode a sled on the deceleration track to a stop, pulling 40 Gs, gave a press conference. He said that their good safety record on the project was due to a firm belief in Murphy's Law and in the necessity to try and circumvent it. Aerospace manufacturers picked it up and used it widely in their ads during the next few months, and soon it was being quoted in many news and magazine articles. Murphy's Law was born. The Northrop project manager, George E. Nichols, had a few laws of his own. Nichols' Fourth Law says, "Avoid any action with an unacceptable outcome." The doctor, well-known Col. John P. Stapp, had a paradox: Stapp's Ironical Paradox, which says, "The universal aptitude for ineptitude makes any human accomplishment an incredible miracle." Nichols is still around. At NASA's Jet Propulsion Lab in Pasadena, he's the quality control manager for the Viking project to send an unmanned spacecraft to Mars.
  13. So beautiful. Not since the Matrix blind-sided me have I emerged from a tale so moved. Purposely sitting in the center of the front row, I had to turn my head side to side to catch the action, drawn completely into each scene, pounded by the sights and sounds of realism. Remembering Krsna throughout, the force was indeed with me, and it added that special dimension of magic that we have come to love. Every brush stroke, every scene was a loving punctuation to this great saga. Not even Romeo and Juliet has such heart-wrenching tragedy. Its terror is beyond expectation, leaving the heart totally empty in ghastly awe. Especially if you have a wife, the story will tear you from side to side, yet eventually leave you in Krsnaloka. I am still reeling, as it spills from my fingertips here. We are such fortunate people, we lovers of God.
  14. http://www.chalomumbai.com/asp/article.asp?cat_id=29&art_id=17928&cat_code=2F574841545F535F4F4E5F4D554D4241492F5441415A415F4B4841424152
  15. gHari

    World's Funniest Joke

    World's funniest joke revealed after Internet vote: <blockquote>LONDON: The world's funniest joke, voted by popular demand over the Internet, was unveiled on Wednesday by the British Association for the Advancement of Science (BA) after an experiment lasting three months. The BA said the joke was the most popular among 10,000 submitted, being chosen as the best by 47 percent of the 100,000 people from more than 70 countries who took part. The jokes can be seen, made and rated on http://laughlab.co.uk. </blockquote> Clearly someone forgot to enter the Audarya Fellowship Forums in the contest. Somewhere deep inside I am still laughing, from jokes posted months ago here. Even Lord Gauracandra's joke about the old man Advaita Prabhu who dragged Him here from His spiritual home is still chuckling in my belly. <center><a href=http://geocities.com/caitanyamahaprabhu/bhagm3.htm target=new><img src=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/gaura3.jpg width=34 height=38 border=0><img src=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/gaura3.jpg width=68 height=76 border=0><img src=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/gaura3.jpg width=136 height=150 border=0><img src=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/gaura3.jpg width=272 height=301 border=0> <img src=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/nitai1.jpg width=34 height=38 border=0 align=top><img src=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/nitai1.jpg width=68 height=76 border=0 align=top><img src=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/nitai1.jpg width=136 height=150 border=0 align=top><img src=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/nitai1.jpg width=272 height=301 border=0 align=top></center>
  16. gHari

    Canadian Guru Walks Again

    In 1999, Toronto's Bhaktimarga Swami Maharaja walked across Canada. A few days ago at fifty years of age he began another cross-country walk, this time starting from the East Coast. Now we can follow the day-by-day excitement of this very special very brave spirit soul's quest on the net. Please join me in blessing Maharaja's journey. Here is a video (1.4M MPG) of Bhaktimarga Swami center stage during the 1999 Ratha Yatra in Toronto leading devotees in praise of <a href=http://home.primus.ca/~caitanya/GovindaGopala.mpg>Govinda and Gopala.</a>
  17. Top Ten George W. Bush Solutions For Global Warming 10. NASA mission to turn down the sun's thermostat 9. Federal subsidies to boost production of Cool Ranch Doritos 8. Fast track Rumsfeld's "Colonize Neptune" proposal 7. Convene Blue-Ribbon Committee to explore innovative ways of ignoring the problem 6. Let Hillary worry about it when she takes over 5. I dunno---tax cuts for the rich? 4. Give the boys at Halliburton 90-billion dollar contract to patch hole in ozone 3. Switch to celsius so scorching 98 becomes frosty 37 2. Keep plenty of Bud on ice 1. Invade Antarctica Courtesy: Dave Letterman
  18. I hope this isn't true: http://timesofindia.indiatimes.com/articleshow.asp?art_id=2012523207
  19. gHari

    Smack the Taliban

  20. <b>The Parable of the Deer and the Well</b> The pursuit of happiness is described in this metaphor about the deer and the well in the Srimad-Bhagavatam verse 7.13.29: <center>jalaM tad-udbhavaiz channaM hitvAjJo jala-kAmyayA mRgatRSNAm upAdhAvet tathAnyatrArtha-dRk svataH </center> jalam--water; tat-udbhavaiH--by grass grown from that water; channam--covered; hitvA--giving up; ajJaH--a foolish animal; jala-kAmyayA--desiring to drink water; mRgatRSNAm--a mirage; upAdhAvet--runs after; tathA--similarly; anyatra--somewhere else; artha-dRk--self-interested; svataH--in himself. Just as a deer, because of ignorance, cannot see the water within a well covered by grass, but runs after water elsewhere, the living entity covered by the material body does not see the happiness within himself, but runs after happiness in the material world. PURPORT This is an accurate example depicting how the living entity, because of lack of knowledge, runs after happiness outside his own self. When one understands his real identity as a spiritual being, he can understand the supreme spiritual being, KRSNa, and the real happiness exchanged between KRSNa and one's self. It is very interesting to note how this verse points to the body's growth from the spirit soul. The modern materialistic scientist thinks that life grows from matter, but actually the fact is that matter grows from life. The life, or the spiritual soul, is compared herein to water, from which clumps of matter grow in the form of grass. One who is ignorant of scientific knowledge of the spirit soul does not look inside the body to find happiness in the soul; instead, he goes outside to search for happiness, just as a deer without knowledge of the water beneath the grass goes out to the desert to find water. The KRSNa consciousness movement is trying to remove the ignorance of misled human beings who are trying to find water outside the jurisdiction of life. Raso vai saH. Raso 'ham apsu kaunteya. The taste of water is KRSNa. To quench one's thirst, one must taste water by association with KRSNa. This is the Vedic injunction.
  21. From Sri Caitanya-caritamrita Antya 3.102-164<blockquote> A landholder named RAmacandra KhAn was the zamindar of that district. He was envious of VaiSNavas and was therefore a great atheist. Unable to tolerate that such respect was being offered to HaridAsa ThAkura, RAmacandra KhAn planned in various ways to dishonor him. By no means could he find any fault in the character of HaridAsa ThAkura. Therefore he called for local prostitutes and began a plan to discredit His Holiness. RAmacandra KhAn said to the prostitutes, "There is a mendicant named HaridAsa ThAkura. All of you devise a way to deviate him from his vows of austerity." Among the prostitutes, one attractive young girl was selected. "I shall attract the mind of HaridAsa ThAkura," she promised, "within three days." RAmacandra KhAn said to the prostitute, "My constable will go with you so that as soon as he sees you with HaridAsa ThAkura, immediately he will arrest him and bring both of you to me." The prostitute replied, "First let me have union with him once; then the second time I shall take your constable with me to arrest him." At night the prostitute, after dressing herself most attractively, went to the cottage of HaridAsa ThAkura with great jubilation. After offering obeisances to the tulasI plant, she went to the door of HaridAsa ThAkura, offered him obeisances and stood there. Exposing part of her body to his view, she sat down on the threshold of the door and spoke to him in very sweet words. "My dear ThAkura, O great preacher, great devotee, you are so beautifully built, and your youth is just beginning. Who is the woman who could control her mind after seeing you? "I am eager to be united with you. My mind is greedy for this. If I don't obtain you, I shall not be able to keep my body and soul together." HaridAsa ThAkura replied, "I shall accept you without fail, but you will have to wait until I have finished chanting my regular rounds on my beads. Until that time, please sit and listen to the chanting of the holy name. As soon as I am finished, I shall fulfill your desire." Hearing this, the prostitute remained sitting there while HaridAsa ThAkura chanted on his beads until the light of morning appeared. When she saw that it was morning, the prostitute stood up and left. Coming before RAmacandra KhAn, she informed him of all the news. "Today HaridAsa ThAkura has promised to enjoy with me. Tomorrow certainly I shall have union with him." The next night, when the prostitute came again, HaridAsa ThAkura gave her many assurances. "Last night you were disappointed. Please excuse my offense. I shall certainly accept you. "Please sit down and hear the chanting of the Hare KRSNa mahA-mantra until my regular chanting is finished. Then your desire will surely be fulfilled." After offering her obeisances to the tulasI plant and HaridAsa ThAkura, she sat down at the door. Hearing HaridAsa ThAkura chanting the Hare KRSNa mantra, she also chanted, "O my Lord Hari, O my Lord Hari." When the night came to an end, the prostitute was restless. Seeing this, HaridAsa ThAkura spoke to her as follows. "I have vowed to chant ten million names in a month. I have taken this vow, but now it is nearing its end. "I thought that today I would be able to finish my performance of yajJa, my chanting of the Hare KRSNa mantra. I tried my best to chant the holy name all night, but I still did not finish. "Tomorrow I will surely finish, and my vow will be fulfilled. Then it will be possible for me to enjoy with you in full freedom." The prostitute returned to RAmacandra KhAn and informed him of what had happened. The next day she came earlier, at the beginning of the evening, and stayed with HaridAsa ThAkura. After offering obeisances to the tulasI plant and HaridAsa ThAkura, she sat down on the threshold of the room. Thus she began to hear HaridAsa ThAkura's chanting, and she also personally chanted "Hari, Hari," the holy name of the Lord. "Today it will be possible for me to finish my chanting," HaridAsa ThAkura informed her. "Then I shall satisfy all your desires." The night ended while HaridAsa ThAkura was chanting, but by his association the mind of the prostitute had changed. The prostitute, now purified, fell at the lotus feet of HaridAsa ThAkura and confessed that RAmacandra KhAn had appointed her to pollute him. "Because I have taken the profession of a prostitute," she said, "I have performed unlimited sinful acts. My lord, be merciful to me. Deliver my fallen soul." HaridAsa ThAkura replied, "I know everything about the conspiracy of RAmacandra KhAn. He is nothing but an ignorant fool. Therefore his activities do not make me feel unhappy. "On the very day RAmacandra KhAn was planning his intrigue against me, I would have left this place immediately, but because you came to me I stayed here for three days to deliver you." The prostitute said, "Kindly act as my spiritual master. Instruct me in my duty, by which I can get relief from material existence." HaridAsa ThAkura replied, "Immediately go home and distribute to the brAhmaNas whatever property you have. Then come back to this room and stay here forever in KRSNa consciousness. "Chant the Hare KRSNa mantra continuously and render service to the tulasI plant by watering her and offering prayers to her. In this way you will very soon get the opportunity to be sheltered at the lotus feet of KRSNa." After thus instructing the prostitute about the process of chanting the Hare KRSNa mantra, HaridAsa ThAkura stood up and left, continuously chanting "Hari, Hari." Thereafter, the prostitute distributed to the brAhmaNas whatever household possessions she had, following the order of her spiritual master. The prostitute shaved her head clean in accordance with VaiSNava principles and stayed in that room wearing only one cloth. Following in the footsteps of her spiritual master, she began chanting the holy name of KRSNa 300,000 times a day. She chanted throughout the entire day and night. She worshiped the tulasI plant, following in the footsteps of her spiritual master. Instead of eating regularly, she chewed whatever food she received as alms, and if nothing was supplied she would fast. Thus by eating frugally and fasting she conquered her senses, and as soon as her senses were controlled, symptoms of love of Godhead appeared in her person. Thus the prostitute became a celebrated devotee. She became very advanced in spiritual life, and many stalwart VaiSNavas would come to see her. Seeing the sublime character of the prostitute, everyone was astonished. Everyone glorified the influence of HaridAsa ThAkura and offered him obeisances. By inducing a prostitute to disturb HaridAsa ThAkura, RAmacandra KhAn caused a seed of offense at his lotus feet to germinate. This seed later became a tree, and when it fructified, RAmacandra KhAn ate its fruits. This offense at the lotus feet of an exalted devotee has resulted in a wonderful narration. Taking advantage of the opportunity afforded by these incidents, I shall explain what happened. O devotees, please listen. RAmacandra KhAn was naturally a nondevotee. Now, having offended the lotus feet of HaridAsa ThAkura, he became just like a demoniac atheist. Because of blaspheming the cult of VaiSNavism and insulting the devotees for a long time, he now received the results of his offensive activities. NEVER INSULT A VAISHNAVA: When Lord NityAnanda returned to Bengal to preach the cult of bhakti, love of Godhead, He began touring all over the country. For two purposes--to spread the cult of bhakti and to defeat and subdue the atheists--Lord NityAnanda, the most dedicated devotee of the Lord, moved throughout the country. Lord NityAnanda, who is omniscient because He is the Supreme Personality of Godhead, came to the house of RAmacandra KhAn and sat down on the altar of the DurgA-maNDapa. When the DurgA-maNDapa and courtyard became filled with crowds of men, RAmacandra KhAn, who was inside the house, sent his servant to Lord NityAnanda. The servant informed Lord NityAnanda, "My dear Sir, RAmacandra KhAn has sent me to accommodate You in some common man's house. "You might go to the house of a milkman, for the cowshed is spacious, whereas the space here in the DurgA-maNDapa is insufficient because You have many followers with You." When NityAnanda Prabhu heard this order from the servant of RAmacandra KhAn, He became very angry and came out. Laughing very loudly, He spoke as follows. "RAmacandra KhAn has spoken rightly. This place is unfit for Me. It is fit for cow-killing meat-eaters." Having said this, Lord NityAnanda stood up and left in an angry mood. To chastise RAmacandra KhAn, He did not even stay in that village. RAmacandra KhAn ordered the servant to dig up the dirt in the place where NityAnanda Prabhu had sat. To purify the DurgA-maNDapa temple and the courtyard, RAmacandra KhAn sprinkled and smeared it with water mixed with cow dung, but still his mind was unsatisfied. RAmacandra KhAn's business was questionable, for he tried to avoid paying income tax to the government. Therefore the government's minister of finance was angry and came to his residence. The Muslim minister made his residence in the DurgA-maNDapa of RAmacandra KhAn. He killed a cow and cooked the meat at that very place. He arrested RAmacandra KhAn, along with his wife and sons, and then he continuously plundered the house and village for three days. In that very room he cooked the flesh of a cow for three consecutive days. Then the next day he left, accompanied by his followers. The Muslim minister took away RAmacandra KhAn's position, wealth and followers. For many days the village remained deserted. Wherever an advanced devotee is insulted, for one man's fault the entire town or place is afflicted.</blockquote>
  22. gHari

    Indian Culture

    I was just watching some Indian music videos on the tube. I must say I really love the music, and the dancing is also very nice. But the women were so very elegantly beautiful and so nicely dressed, I had to turn my eyes away in fear. (My bad) I guess it is okay for a good woman to look so attractive, but is it sattvic for women in general to look so incredibly beautiful? By comparison Western women and their attire are so drab.
  23. gHari

    American Idiots

    Stay the hell out of Iran. Get a life, you morons! Your self-image of 'the good' godly brothers remains only in your own delusions of grandeur. Soon you'll have to be placed on the list of terrorist nations. We need to realize the godless hell that has become typical of our streets, and step down from our prancing ponies and realize that our enemy lives here bigger than life. Our enemy: ourselves. Iran. Don't even think about it. Surely you know that 9/11 is the direct result of your previous attacks on towers in Libya. That is what Bin Ladden said. While watching those towers fall on TV, he envisioned the 9/11 plan. I guess that makes 9/11 simply extended collateral damage.
  24. gHari

    Dear God

    A Nun asked her class to write notes to God. Here are some they handed in: ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: I didn't think orange went with purple until I saw the sunset You made on Tuesday. That was cool. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Instead of letting people die and having to make new ones, why don't You keep the ones You already have? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Maybe Cain and Abel would not have killed each other if they had their own rooms. That's what my Mom did for me and my brother. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: If You watch me in church on Sunday, I'll show You my new shoes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: I bet it is very hard to love everyone in the whole world. There are only 4 people in our family and I'm having a hard time loving all of them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: In school they told us what You do. Who does it when You are on vacation? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Are You really invisible or is it just a trick? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Is it true my father won't get into heaven if he uses his bowling words in the house? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Did You mean for the giraffe to look like that or was it an accident? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Who draws the lines around the countries? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: I went to this wedding and they kissed right in the church. Is that OK? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Did You really mean "do unto others as they do unto you"? Because if You did, then I'm going to get my brother good. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Thank You for the baby brother, but I think you got confused because what I prayed for was a puppy. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Please send me a pony. I never asked for anything before. You can look it up. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: I want to be just like my Daddy when I get big, but not with so much hair all over. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: You don't have to worry about me; I always look both ways. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: I think about You sometimes, even when I'm not praying. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: Of all the people who worked for You, I like Noah and David the best. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: My brother told me about being born but it doesn't sound right. He is just kidding, isn't he? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: I would like to live 900 years just like the guy in the Bible. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dear God: We read Thomas Edison made light. But in Sunday school they said You did it. So, I bet he stole Your idea.