Srila Prabhupada Lilamrita - Aug 09 | |
Entering Srila Prabhupada's quarters was always an enlightening experience. Sometimes Srila Prabhupada sat and read His books. Whenever He read it seemed as if someone else had written His books because He didn't read with the mind of an author who might be looking for editing mistakes or grammatical errors. He read them with the relish of a pure devotee reading the pastimes of the Supreme Lord to whom He was completely attached. Winter 1972, India On my first tour of India, fall and winter of 1972, Malati devi did some cooking for Srila Prabhupada. She was the wife of Shyamasundar dasa, Srila Prabhupada's secretary. They had a daughter named Sarasvati who was about 3 years old at the time. She was the most fortunate little girl. She was the only person I knew who was able to go in and out of Srila Prabhupada's quarters unannounced. Exclaiming this, He imitated the up and down crunching movement of the jaws of the garbage truck extending His arms in an opening and closing motion. "Your mouth is just like that. You are always putting things in. Just like the garbage trucks in New York." He amused her, but just as quickly as she appeared Sarasvati disappeared. Perhaps she went to get more prasadam from her mataji. I continued massaging Srila Prabhupada, amazed again by His greatness. I wondered what pious activities she must have performed to be able to play with His Divine Grace on such an intimate level. My getting to witness Srila Prabhupada's lila was certainly a sign of His causeless mercy. Srila Prabhupada's affectionate playfulness continues to soften this stone heart. I have been with Srila Prabhupada for one year. I have become accustomed to Srila Prabhupada's transcendental rhythms. At times as I sat in my quarters I would hear the sweet sound of the harmonium coming from Srila Prabhupada's room. I knew I could invite any devotees who happened to be nearby into Prabhupada's room while His Divine Grace sang, but today no one else was around. So I went into his room and offered my humble obeisances. As I sat up I was filled with the nectar of Srila Prabhupada melodious bhajan. Everyone was put into ecstasy just by hearing him play the harmonium adding the sound of his voice softened my heart of stone. I sat there quietly listening to him, not moving. I didn't want to create any distraction when he was in these moods. It amazed me how he could have so many responsibilities but was always able to sit in his room and chant rounds, do bhajans and read his books. After a minute He looked up from the harmonium and nodded to me. I knew that meant to get His karatals and accompany Him. He continued for some time. When He was finished I said, "Srila Prabhupada, your kirtan and bhajans are always different from any others I have heard." He started laughing and replied, "Yes, I have my own style of chanting." The other day Srila Prabhupada rang his bell to call me. I went into his sitting room and paid obeisances. When I sat up he smiled and said, "Srutakirti, your name is too long. I will call you Sruto." The next few days His Divine Grace playfully called me "Sruto". My affection for him increased immensely. Srila Prabhupada's personalizing my name was so relishable. |