“Being at a crossroads in life,” is what they say. Well, I was there, but it was a long time ago. I hit that intersection when I was 20, when I wasn’t quite sure what I would do with myself. What career should I pursue?” I couldn’t see me becoming a starving artist. Who would be my friend? Will I find a true lover? Or would I be content going totally solo? Should I go right or left? Maybe straight ahead? Going backwards was out of the question.
I met the guys in orange, men of the cloth. I didn’t care for their dress code, but what they had to say meant a lot. They did talk about love and in a most divine way. “Love Krishna,” was the message. I thought it was worth a try. What do I have to lose?
I knew that the guys in orange were talking about something sunk in antiquity, that the lifestyle they were leading around for a long time, yes, time-tested.
During my time of pondering my options and looking at directions I had seen a feature film, “Nine Hours to Ram,” regarding the tense moments leading to Gandhi’s assassination. I caught a glimpse of Indian culture from that movie and felt that I wanted to taste that culture. After the war (WW2) and before the partition years in India, the country was left destitute - divided. People were poor yet for thousands of years, outsiders sought to invade this land of gold, diamonds, silks, spices etc. There was something rich about the culture that fascinated. Besides, The Beatles were into it.
I liked the swami’s books. I was sold. I stood at the place of roads coming together. I said, “Yes.” Decision made.
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