Khicari — A Poor Man’s Feast Fit for a King
“A poor man’s feast fit for a king.” That’s what Srila Prabhupada called the meal in this photograph—khicari, fried potatoes, yogurt, and fresh fruit.
“A poor man’s feast fit for a king.” That’s what Srila Prabhupada called the meal in this photograph—khicari, fried potatoes, yogurt, and fresh fruit.
There is no benefit or public welfare in material questions and answers, because ultimately they cannot save us from—nor clearly explain—death. This is illustrated in the story of the scholar and the boatman.
The language hypnotized me, to say the least, and I couldn’t put the book down. After about two days of reading, I began to feel out of place around my friends. My only thoughts were of those books and that author. I knew that it was time for me to leave Oregon.
The simple and tasteful way to translate your eating into spiritual bliss, according to the teachings of the great sages of India. This is the Vedic method of conducting the ordinary affairs of life in transcendental consciousness.
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Ghosts are denied any existence in the modern scheme of things, but nevertheless the exploits of such beings are widely reported in newspapers, periodicals and books, and on television as well.
Lord Sri Krishna Chaitanya Mahaprabhu, the Great Apostle of love of God and the Father of the Sankirtan Movement, advented Himself in the City of Nabadwipa in Bengal, India. This was in February, 1486, by Christian reckoning.
Transformed hippes clad in saffron robes…chanting the Hare Krishna Mantra”—so ran a recent story in the London Evening Standard.
The trouble with elections is they give us the sensation things have changed because our representatives have changed. Year after year, century after century, institutions, administrations and world leaders come and go while the common never gets what he wants: satisfaction.
The eternal religion, called in Sanskrit “Sanatan Dharma,” has no history of beginning or end. By the analytical processes of modern science, we can see that Sanatan Dharma is the business of all the living beings of the Universe.
One class of transcendentalists are the devotees, who have realized the Absolute Truth to be the Supreme Person. A second class are the yogis, who have realized the Supersoul. And the third class are philosophers, who can only realize the impersonal feature of the Absolute.
Rishikesh is a heaven in itself, and the beautiful Deities at Swargashram, a temple situated on a nearby peninsula along the Ganges, make it even more perfect.
Americans of late—and most especially since the assassination of Senator Robert F. Kennedy—have taken to scouring their consciences to determine if the U.S. is really as violence-ridden as it seems to be.
Super consciousness cannot be imitated by the individual soul, who has limited awareness: I can understand what is going on within my limited body, but I cannot feel what is going on in another’s body.
Although I have come to this human form My Lord I have passed my life uselessly. I did not care to serve Radha and Krishna Yet I have swallowed poison carelessly.
We are servants sitting in the court of the Supreme. We are here! Jagganath is worshippable Krishna—and we are here! All Glories to Jagganath’s kindness! All Glories to our Spiritual Master, whose mercy has placed us at Your Lotus Feet, liberated and joyful!
New Hare Krishna centers are constantly being opened in order to fulfill Lord Chaitanya’s prophecy that Hare Krishna will someday be sung in every village and town throughout the world. Our latest center is called New Vrindaban.
Nature, as Darwin pointed out, imposes an unpitying competition of her own upon all beings within her grasp. Therefore even the socialist, even the pacifist must kill to prolong his life, must inflict pain on someone or something (like cattle or chickens) to secure his own pleasure.
When the pieces don’t fit. A formula for Global Leadership.