Begging to Give
Before going to my class in Menlo Park, I had about an hour to spare. I then got the idea, that in the mean time I can distribute a few books as the streets of downtown Palo Alto were quite crowded. They conveyed a great thirst for the Bhagavad Gita and the causeless mercy of Srila Prabhupada, the Parampara, and Lord Nityananda. I have never really ventured to distribute books on a weekday, during rush hour, when everyone is trying to get home, catch the train, go out to dinner, or finish off an important phone call. I knew I would meet quite a few of the working population all suited-up, and I was feeling intimidated. But there was also a considerable population of young people and tourists who were cruising the shops and dining in the restaurants. Praying hard, I decided to give it a shot.
There is a homeless person who has short legs and who often stops by our Harinaam party just to take a look. I stepped up to him and said, “Hi, how are you doing today? Here is the Bhagavad Gita for you, a book on yoga and meditation how to be free from stress.” He took the Bhagavad Gita in his hand and then continued to stare at the book in amazement. I kept glorifying the book, but felt that my words were falling on deaf ears as this man was just gaping in amazement at the book. And then I bent down and said, “Sir?” He said with a smile on his face, looking at my insistence to take the book “I already made up mind to take the book.” And then with a nice laugh he said thank you. I was stunned, having just witnessed a scene where the Bhagavad Gita went on its own merit, to such an extent that I did not even have to say one word. The book just grabbed him.
Before going to my class in Menlo Park, I had about an hour to spare. I then got the idea, that in the mean time I can distribute a few books as the streets of downtown Palo Alto were quite crowded. They conveyed a great thirst for the Bhagavad Gita and the causeless mercy of Srila Prabhupada, the Parampara, and Lord Nityananda. I have never really ventured to distribute books on a weekday, during rush hour, when everyone is trying to get home, catch the train, go out to dinner, or finish off an important phone call. I knew I would meet quite a few of the working population all suited-up, and I was feeling intimidated. But there was also a considerable population of young people and tourists who were cruising the shops and dining in the restaurants. Praying hard, I decided to give it a shot.
There is a homeless person who has short legs and who often stops by our Harinaam party just to take a look. I stepped up to him and said, “Hi, how are you doing today? Here is the Bhagavad Gita for you, a book on yoga and meditation how to be free from stress.” He took the Bhagavad Gita in his hand and then continued to stare at the book in amazement. I kept glorifying the book, but felt that my words were falling on deaf ears as this man was just gaping in amazement at the book. And then I bent down and said, “Sir?” He said with a smile on his face, looking at my insistence to take the book “I already made up mind to take the book.” And then with a nice laugh he said thank you. I was stunned, having just witnessed a scene where the Bhagavad Gita went on its own merit, to such an extent that I did not even have to say one word. The book just grabbed him.
I moved further down the street and distributed for a while. And then I heard a loud stern call, “Hey!!” I was shocked and turned around, I saw that it was the same beggar on the street. He yelled again, “Hey, can ya please move further down the sidewalk? Would ya?” I was taken aback and wondered why. He then put out his cardboard sign and pointing to it he said, “I am kinda doing my thing too, you see, and you are blocking my traffic. So move.” I moved over and laughed out loud heartily.
Then looking at this situation from a rational perspective, with a touch of philosophy, I thought,
“When the magnanimous Lord Nitai and Haridasa Thakura went to ‘beg’ they would fall on the ground and roll. Some people would bring rice and other things to offer. But what would they beg,