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Hare Krishna Tolerance

Hare Krishna Tolerance

April 16, 2012

We can all learn something from the International Society for Krishna Consciousness. Yes, disaffected Wellington youth, even you.

I was walking along Lambton Quay in Wellington the other day, on the way to buy my niece a present for her fifth birthday. My train of thought was a little unfocused as I tried to think of what she would like: a book? a DVD? a Barbie? Would she want something she already knows a lot about, or a total surprise? Hey, perhaps school supplies would be an appropriately practical gift for a grown-up girl.

My mind is usually this scattered, or even more so.

Suddenly, I noticed a familiar jangling up ahead. As I strained my failing eyes into the distance -- it’s really about time I got some glasses -- I could make out a procession of International Society for Krishna Consciousness [ISKCON] devotees. You, as I, probably know them better as Hare Krishnas after their mantra:

Hare Krishna Hare Krishna

Krishna Krishna Hare Hare

Hare Rama Hare Rama

Rama Rama Hare Hare

I couldn’t help but smile. Hare Krishnas always make me smile. They’re so unashamedly devotional, even as the world becomes more and more individualistic. It often seems that when bumped into, smiled at, accosted or questioned, we are supposed to keep a straight face and carry on unmoved. To beat a tambourine or a drum and chant your overwhelming belief in and deference to a higher consciousness, on such busy and indifferent streets, is a courageous thing to do.

While I don’t think I could ever join them, I also really admire their clarity of focus. I sure could use a lot more focus in my own life.

As our paths converged, I tried -- and failed -- to suppress my grin. I looked them in the eye as they passed, and they were quite a motley crew: among them, a twentysomething white guy clad in orange and wearing the standard Hare Krishna ponytail-only hairstyle; a short, plump, short-haired, calm-faced, brown-skinned woman; an Indian man in a sweatshirt and a dhoti, carrying books; and a tall, slim, smiling white woman in salwar kameez.

She caught my eye and kind of skipped over towards me as I passed, holding something out towards me with her right hand. I smiled and took it without thinking, thanking her as she smiled broadly back at me. It was a small cookie, wrapped in cling film. My smile broadened.

After she skittered on, the man in the sweatshirt was next to approach.

“Hello sir, do you have a minute to just see some books?”

Again, without thinking, I stopped and relented. “Sure.” Would I have been so easily convinced if I had never been to India?

“Okay, so, I just want to show you...” He shuffled through his stack of books, eventually finding a thick hardcover tome. “...this book, the Bhagavad Gita. Now, have you ever heard of yoga?”

I couldn’t help myself. “Yes I have heard of yoga and the Bhagavad Gita and I lived in India for three years and I love India so much,” I blurted out.

(This is more or less standard practice for former expats-in-India. Given an Indian to talk to, we will do everything we can to demonstrate that we Love India and Indians and everything about India. Dave Prager, author of Delirious Delhi, articulated this urge very well here.)

Fortunately, the man did not freak out at my over-the-top enthusiasm. Instead, he smiled and said, “Oh, really?” with genuine curiosity. “In which part of India were you living?”

“Kerala,” I replied. “Far down south, near to Trivandrum.” And I love Kerala so much, etc. “What about you, where are you from?”

“Me? I am from Pune.”

“Ah. I’ve never been there. But I have visited Mumbai.” And I love Mumbai so much also... Control yourself, brain! “Anyway, tell me,” I said, gesturing towards his fresh, updated version of the Bhagavad Gita.

“Yes,” he said, and prepared to deliver his spiel. “Basically, in Bhagavad Gita, all the answers are there. What all people basically want in their life is to be happy, no? But normally they are getting distracted - with job, money, family problems and all. The Bhagavad Gita actually shows you the secrets of happiness - all the secrets of happiness. This book is all you need.”

“I’ve never read it,” I said, “but it’s part of the Mahabharata, right?” Couldn’t help it. Had to show off.

“Yes! You know Mahabharata? Yes, it’s wonderful.”

“Have you read the whole thing?” I asked in some disbelief -- the Mahabharata is many thousands of pages long.

“Yes,” he replied without hesitation. “I highly recommend it. Wonderful. But here, feel free to take a look at this,” handing me the Bhagavad Gita.

As I absent-mindedly opened the book to random pages, I noted that the rest of his group had crossed and continued on up the other side of Lambton Quay. “It looks like your friends have left you behind,” I said.

He turned and looked in their direction, then back to me. “Oh, that’s not a problem,” he said with another smile.

My fingers turned to the title page, where I recognised a name. “Oh, it’s Prabhupada,” I said. Still showing off.

“Yes -- you know Prabhupada also?!” He was really thrilled at this. I somehow resisted the urge to tell him all about that one fascinated afternoon I had spent watching YouTube videos about Prabhupada. In a way, though, my earnestness about all things India reflected his, and the rest of his group’s, for Krishna Consciousness.

Closing the book, I handed it back to him, explaining that I wouldn’t be taking anything from him today and had to get on with buying my niece’s gift -- but that I would love to meet him again in future. We exchanged names, occupations and phone numbers. Turns out he was a software engineer by day. I promised I would be in touch, and he beamed as we parted ways.

*

About five minutes later, I was waiting at a pedestrian crossing for the light to turn green. Three teenagers stood in front of me, two boys and a girl. “I’m so hungry,” said the girl.

She looked like she was always hungry.

“Here, have this,” said one of the boys, handing her a wrapped cookie from the Hare Krishnas. She took it, though she looked confused.

“Where’s this from?” she asked.

“Those dudes over there,” said the boy, stifling a laugh and pointing down Lambton Quay to the jangling procession. The girl’s face dropped.

“Fuck off,” she said in disgust, moving to throw the cookie on the ground before thrusting it back into the boy’s hand. Both of the boys laughed, and she carried on scowling. Somehow, I resisted the urge to tell them how much I love India.

Here, as I finish writing this, I’m eating the cookie the Hare Krishnas gave me. It’s an Anzac biscuit, which is a sweet mixture of oats and golden syrup strongly linked with Australia and New Zealand’s efforts in the First World War.

The cookie is delicious. That girl doesn’t know what she’s missing.

Photo credit: screenwork.nl 

12 Comments

  • Sagar Kumar
    By
    Sagar Kumar
    01.05.13 08:24 AM
    About the comments by Vedic Cult and JetSetGo: well, haters gonna hate :P
    Please try the whole cookie before commenting. Have you been to any Hare Krishna community for an extended period of time and not just on a Sunday?
  • nee isKconite
    By
    nee isKconite
    02.05.12 05:21 AM
    Institutions are buggers of things. But sincere practitioners shine through anyway
  • Vedic Cult
    By
    Vedic Cult
    21.04.12 12:22 AM
    yes you are right my friend, i am not blaming just iskcon as you have rightly pointed out about child abuse in roman catholic church as well. Poor people at those religious groups don't know Religion is 'Man Made' one need to learn to spread love not religion. Had that group distributed Holy Bible, Dharmsutra and Quran along with Bhagvad Gita, that would have made more sense and brought peace and love among those who belong to this multicultural society.
  • The Fool
    By
    The Fool
    20.04.12 06:17 AM
    Whatever one says against these guys, one has to credit them on their excellent quality of food. Interesting read.
  • JetSetGo
    By
    JetSetGo
    18.04.12 01:42 PM
    @ vedic cult : won't say shit happens in any particular organization like ISKCON, child molestation in Roman Catholic Church has also been a talk of the town. But yes one thing i do agree with you, The so called 'Religious Fuck-Nuts', spirituality has got nothing to do with ISKCON or any other religious group, they are part of those radical element who preach their religion and will do anything to be called superior to others.
  • Jake
    By
    Jake
    18.04.12 10:38 AM
    Their Cookies are delicious, as is the ISKCON philosophy ! The next time, please get that copy of the Bhagavad Gita. You'll be glad you did. :-)
  • Vedic Cult
    By
    Vedic Cult
    17.04.12 11:40 AM
    been to Iskcon temple, lots of people don't know much about this thing or the controversies associated with this, i never donated a penny because i know children were molestated and women were raped for years, they were told krishna was an avid lover who made love to Gopiesi.e. the village girls. This all happened at Iskcon. These organizations only bring shame to the religion and demean the vedic culture. If any organization has to be made that connects people it should be something informative, like a book club where people can read the four Vedas, or discuss sprituality. This Iskcon thing is only to promote Hindu religion and i call them religious nutters.
  • HARRY
    By
    HARRY
    16.04.12 10:25 PM
    @ Tys
    Can't keep away from religious matters or is it the cookies. :) :)

    HARRY
  • Sunil Deepak
    By
    Sunil Deepak
    16.04.12 05:31 PM
    Hare Krishna persons evoke mixed feelings in me - of India and of something else that I can't articulate! So while I follow them to listen to them sing, I don't really want to talk to them. :)
  • tys
    By
    tys
    16.04.12 10:19 AM
    most of us, rejects the cookie even before we taste it...we can only miss what we had.
  • shirish patwa
    By
    shirish patwa
    16.04.12 09:05 AM
    I know for certain that each and every religion claims that true key to happiness lies in following their path,and they are correct in their claim.Because all religions preach love towards humanity.All answers to your questions or doubts evaporates into thin air if you love others.For me,Bhagvatgita is virtually an encyclopaedia of pure knowledge,so is surely the old Testament or Koran.Different rivers carry water to the ocean.I don't think Lord Christ or Prophet Mohammed told anything different.Love is a potion that heals all wounds.
  • Palayam
    By
    Palayam
    16.04.12 07:21 AM
    For all their fault, they serve cheap ice-cream.

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