Book distribution starts as a major austerity then it becomes more and more relishable
This is a link to an article by Adikarta Prabhu found in dandavats. It’s quite interesting, he’s a full-on dedicated book distributor that has already distributed for over 4 decades and plans to continue for the rest of his life doing this glorious activity of book distribution. Why distributing books has saved me for 43 years When I joined ISKCON in 1974, I immediately felt relief from material suffering. I was, and am,...
Parents perform their real duty by giving a set to their son
Since meeting me at my book table three months ago, Bhakta Omkar finished reading five of Prabhupada’s books. Omkar chants japa daily. On the occasion of his mother’s birthday he requested his parents to get him a set of Srimad Bhagavatams. His father was worried about Omkar’s grades in school if he buys him this eighteen-volume set. I assured his father that his son will do a hundred times better in school and life in general if he...
Ken wanted something positive
Met Ken amid Sydney’s routine Friday night hustle & bustle. Book distribution was going in good swing. Ken was intrigued with the books in my hand. However, he didn’t appear very impressed with my talk. So I thought, “I will let Prabhupad talk to him.” And requested him to read a page each of Introductions from the Science of Self Realisation and Hiding in Unnatural Happiness. He started to melt a little....
A beautiful cul
Queen Street is one of New Zealand’s busiest streets. On one of the not so busiest of days, around an hour in, I spotted a young adult who seemed like a death-metal fan. She had pink hair, dark makeup, tattooed arms and legs, and piercings all over her face. Usually I would not try to stop a person like that, because in the past all I have received back were four-letter words and middle fingers. So with no hope of stopping her,...
At Pierce College (Los Angeles). meeting the President
I went to Pierce College with Brghupati Prabhu. Some twenty thousands students attend this two-year college. A nicely dressed gentleman was exiting a building. I asked him whether he is a professor. He said “I’m the president of the college.” I gave him a Journey of Self Discovery and asked his name. “Lawrence Buckley.” He saw our book table and looked with amazement and appreciation at the Bhagavad Gita. “Is that...