Hari bol! Hari bol! Hari bol!
The glorification starts.
Seated on the stage, like the most beautiful flowers arranged in a bouquet, are Your disciples, Srila Prabhupada, with great enthusiasm to spell out their hearts of the by gone days, of the most auspicious association with Your divine grace.
An array of light flooded the room, filled with knowledge of who You are., making every heart skip a beat, anointing every eye with love of Your divine mercy, spreading joy to every soul present.
As every story of Your Divine Grace, unfolding page by page, through the many mouths of Your disciples, becoming pearls linking together to form a Beautiful Necklace.
Here, I stand on this glorious land of Vrindavan. Glorious it becomes, NOT ONLY because it is a land from the eternal skies, treaded by Lord Sri Krsna and Radha but more so because YOU, Srila Prabhupada, are present till date in the form of Your Samadhi, connecting with every soul visiting You and mercifully blessing us with love of Sri Sri RadhaShyamasunder, Sri Sri Krsna BalaRama and Sri Sri Gaurnitai.
As very beautifully said by Bhaktivinod Thakur – “The Vaishnavas die to live and in living they spread the holy names of Krsna.” So did You, Dear Srila Prabhupada initiate us with the mahamantra – HARE KRSNA HARE KRSNA KRSNA KRSNA HARE HARE, HARE RAMA HARE RAMA RAMA RAMA HARE HARE.