Travelling in India is an almost hallucinatory potion of sound, spectacle and experience. It is frequently heart-rending, sometimes hilarious, mostly exhilarating, always unforgettable - and, when you are on the roads, extremely dangerous.

Brake from the GBC meeting in Prabhupadadesh - Italy

But I still wanted some more. I had just gotten a taste. Slowly, seconds would start coming around. Seconds on vegetables, seconds on puris, seconds on rice. I would take everything that came by, but I was looking for the big preps, “Is there any more sweet rice? What about halavah?

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Finally the boat changed its direction and started going the otherway. Mean while I started to panic more and called out for help form the people sitting and chanting on the banks of the lake to give a puch so that boat doses not get stuck.

O Dear Readers, a warning: If ye know not what a clicker be, turn ye back now! Runneth and chanteth upon thy beads! For verily ye may think thy japa grand, but be ye warned, if ye readeth on, may ye suffer the likely fate that follows such terror, such evil… such illusion as The Clicker!!

The next thing we remember was being woken up by an absolutely blinding white light shining right into the front window of the car. Then, we could hear what sounded like a helicopter or two overhead. Still groggy from sleeping we were quickly realising that something weird was going on. As our peripheral vision began to come into focus we could see army tanks and soldiers and policemen crouched all around our car, with automatic machine guns pointed right at us.

"Alright in there! Come out slowly with your hands raised!" I looked out the window surprised to see the van surrounded by ten police cars and more than a dozen officers with their guns drawn...

How can you say that,” asked the surprised barber. “I am here, I am a barber and I just worked on you!” “No!” the customer exclaimed. “Barbers don’t exist because if they did there would be no people with long dirty hair and untrimmed beards like that man outside.” “Ah, but barbers do exists! What happens is people don’t come to me.”

Lord Brahma in trouble from ...bhakta Gigi's creativity! Best thing is ...chant the Holy Names Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare, Hare Rama Hare Rama Rama Rama Hare Hare, take prasadam and dance in ecstasy!