laguna544 diary

petak, 31.07.2009.

I Have No Superfluous Interests

I had a really great time this week with Shyamarani-devi-dasi giving classes twice a day. I learned a lot from her: Stuff about preaching, about the importance of having a sweetness mood, on being humble, Guru tattva, etc.She told me to say the Mangalacarana prayers every day and explained how powerful they are. They are non-different.She also told me to get Tulsai-devi and worship her, and was slightly angry at the idea of meditating with Kanti-mala instead of using tulsai leaves. She said in Winter I should give Tulsai to the Temple to look after.On Thursday in the evening this Hindi guy came. He'd just been given a book from the street. He was really strange and odd though. His behavior was just bizarre. He brought a shopping bag with him full of alcohol and chicken and he plops it down right in front of the altar! Then after we have explained to him not to do that and to leave it outside, what does he go and do? He lights up a cigarette! When Padmini tells him to go and smoke it in the garden he disappears for a moment and then comes back with the cigarette again! I told my mother about it, and even she couldn't believe the stupidity and nerve of the man.On Friday morning I got dressed into clean clothes, put Tilaka on the 12 places of my body and went to the Temple. I helped make plates to offer to Gurudeva using the fruit and flowers I'd brought with me. Then Shyamarani gave class and afterwards everyone had to leave apart from the new initiates. Shyamarani called Natasha from the other room and told her to sit in front of me between her, I asked Natasha earlier why she did that and she told me it was because she was a Sanyasini and couldn't sit so close to a man. I feel stupid that I didn't realize this before and sat up so close to her. We called Gurudeva on a speakerphone and he first gave Harinama to the people there and gave them their new names. Then they had to leave and it was time for Gopala-Mantra initiation. It was just myself and a woman devotee. No one was taking Diksha, but there was the worry that he would give it to me.He said the Gopala mantra, and we had to repeat it a couple of times. Then he said what the words meant. Then he said, and I'm allowed to tell you this - That now Krishna was our most beloved and we must always think of him as such. Then he told us that Gurudeva was our Father and that Gayatri mantras were our mother. Then he gave us his blessings and left.It was so nice. Then we do Guru-puja and offered our plates and flowers. Then I hanged around, chanted my rounds, chatted with the devotees and things.At five myself and the female devotee who took initiation with me were asked to speak with Shyamarani about Gopala mantra. She explained to us how to do it, and then about how to offer food. I don't really understand the food thing though and will have to ask at the temple about it.Then we got given lifts to go to Shyamarani's evening and last class before she went to Berlin. It was being held in my local highstreet in the Lakshmi-Naryana Temple which I'd never seen before or known about.It was amazing! It was a proper Indian style temple. They were performing Abisekam on the deities there - which is when they wash them. It was amazingly beautiful, if you ever come to London I must show you it! The pandits there looked like Shivates, but they worshiped Lakshmi-narayana in this huge mandir inside the temple. There were four other mandirs alongside the wall with hanuman, durga and some other deities that I didn't recognize. On the walls were carvings of Radha-Krishna, Sita-Ram and some others.It was just amazing, and so full of Indians.Afterwards as I walked back to the car with Krishna-Kripa and Natasha we sang Hare Krishna as a joke along the road, Krishna-kripa was on mrdanga, I was on tambourine and Natasha was clapping. Then this man drove by and we moved out of his way and he shouted at us "Get off the fucking road!" We just burst out laughing and then continued, slightly louder this time around.Then when I came home there was a package waiting from me. It was a book all about Gopala Mantra. From markadm. I really like it; the slokas are actually made up of the Gopala mantra. So beautiful.I haven't actually started Gopala Mantra yet, however. I need to know the directions of East and North. I could do it in front of my altar I guess, but they are just pictures, not deities. Also I don't have a pure Acaman, I still need to clean it with some cow poop at the temple. Then I'll be all Gopala-mantra'd up :D

četvrtak, 30.07.2009.

When Gurudeva Gave Me My Name

Thanks to Mahesvara for taping this and the good folks at Ripway.com for their free file hosting.http://home.ripway.com/2005-8/371851/NiladriPrabhukijaya.MP3They are laughing because I was the only one who's street name was read out.Then Gurudeva says "Niladri Prabhu Ki Jaya"!!!Edit: To access the file don't click on it like a big stupid idiot. Right click it and select "save target as". I think you have to do something different with a mac, but to be honest I don't quite care so much about people who use macs. They can go sit on an iPod.

srijeda, 29.07.2009.

This Is A Title

Had a really nice day today. I woke up early and went to morning Bhajans and then class afterwords. It was lovely, Shyamarani came and talked to me before she gave class and was so kind and sweet. The class was about the mantras, and how to meditate upon the presiding deity of the bhajan or mantra, and then about book distribution and some stories about Gurudeva. It was really inspiring.We took prasadam and I agreed to go to Stratford and do some books with a devotee named Takaraka or something like that, I took Harinama with her in Holland and she's nice (Haha, imagine a Gopi named Takaraka...). But it was so cold outside and I only had my jumper on (Just the jumper, everything else was just naked and on show :P). Shyamarani, Komla and Manjukeshi also decided to stay in. Though mind you Manju was staying in because she was tired and broke down into tears upstairs whilst talking to Shyamarani, poor thing.The evening class was great. It was Guru-tattva, and some more about mantras from the songbook, and then about not criticizing (I know, I know, I do this constantly!).Before the class I talked to Shyamarani and I asked her very humbly about Gopala Mantra. She thought it was an excellent idea, but warned me that Gurudeva might say he'll give me Gopala Mantra, and then leap into giving me Diksha!! But that's fine if he does. Obviously I'd much rather take Diksha from him in person, but if he gives it to me I'll embrace it. Hey - I can get some deities! A little caitanya and nitai, dressed in blue and green, with little turbans :D (well, maybe not just yet!)But if Gurudeva does give me Diksha what will I do? Will I have to buy some Brahman thread from Sohostreet or something, and use that till I go to India or wherever, and then go and sign myself up for Diksha with all the other devotees like we did in Holland and then sit in on Gurudeva's initiation and then do the fire yagya?Am I making sense?Anyway, having lots of fun.I think tomorrow I might be going to the bhaktivedanta manor after class with a devotee named Natasha from Rotterdam.

utorak, 28.07.2009.

Shyamarani Didi

I'm so lucky, this week Shyamarani Didi is giving class morning and night and I'm going to be there for every single one :DDuring her class tonight she mentioned that on the 6th if Komla supported them people could phone Gurudeva and take initiation from him over the phone.It got me thinking. Why don't I ask for Gopala Mantra? It'd be great, I could offer my food. It'd prepare me for Diksha when I finally can go and see Gurudeva in India. I don't really understand what Gopala Mantra is though, or how to use it. I'm also very new. I'll ask Komla about it tomorrow.Chanting my 16 rounds every single day though, and eating only things in the mode of goodness.I'm working on the caffine thing...Lust *cough*Erm.. Yeah....Niladri Dasa Gopala Mantra Brahmachari 2005 Ki Jaya :P

ponedjeljak, 27.07.2009.

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Nicholas just said to me:I think I could live happily never having to chant hare krshna ever again in my life

nedjelja, 26.07.2009.

More Bombs In London

Just a quick note to let you all know that I haven't died a horrible death whilst on public transport.

subota, 25.07.2009.

Blah De Blah De Holland.

Okay, so I went to Holland a week or so ago. That morning I packed up my suitcase and caught a bus to the Temple, along with my parental unit who wanted to come see me off. As we did this we heard rumours about trains and buses having been bombed, but it didnt phase us. We just thought, I hope it doesnt delay or cancel my flight because were nice and caring like that. Anyway, parental didnt hang about long, what the point of it was Im still unsure.At the Temple were Sita, Komla, Lolitee, two devotees named Aloogu and Ram-Tither and a young girl from Norway who was going to film the festival for Uni. Her name was Gudren. We all shoved out luggage into the car and piled inside. It was quite something, Komla had to sit in the boot, and I had to sit at the front with two suitcases on my lap, including Lolitees deity of Gopala in a little decorated lunch box.We get to stansted airport and everything is working just fine, with only a noticeable increase in police with guns around the place. It was possibly the closest Ive ever been to a gun before. There was one problem though, foolish Ram-Tither had forgotten to bring his passport So Komla gave him the car to go back to Wembley with and get his passport, and then catch a later flight. We all, minus Ram-Tither go to get checked in. We do it in two groups, apart from Gudren who checks in herself. My group consisted of Sita and, Aloogu. It was all put under Aloogus name, and Im unsure why we let this happen, or why we went in to two groups and did not individually check in Anyway Lets back track a bit to when were in the car to get to Standsted. We stop to get petrol and Aloogu pulls out this pack of cigarette and a lighter. This is an incredibly stupid thing to do, not least because we are in a petrol station, but because youre in a car full of bloody Hare Krishnas, on the way to a Hare Krishna festival! Sita took them off of him and threw them away, rightly so.Now back to the airport bit As we wait for our flight or something like that Aloogu tells us hes just going to go look at the shops, and hell meet us at the gate. Well the time comes for the gate to close and he's not there, so we board the plane without him. He went looking for a smoke, and now hed missed his flight.We board the plane and I sit down by the window, next to the right wing of the plane. The plane people announce to us that five people have failed to show for the flight so they are going to remove their baggage for safety reasons. I tell Komla and Sita to go and check its not our bags because Aloogu missed his flight and ask them to check for my luggage which was large and green. They come back on the plane after confirming which luggage is theirs and say they found my bag for me. Great I think, as I look out of my window Then what do I see? I see them putting my suitcase onto a van thing and driving away with it. So I tell Komla and she goes back up the plane to speak to them and they wont have any of it. Komla didnt seemed bothered by that So I went up and spoke to them in that awfully polite and charming way I manifest when I want something, which is usually often. They werent happy about it, but they let me go confirm my case and all was fine. I went back to my seat on the plane and watched from my window with great comfort as they loaded my bag onto the plane, having delayed the plane by nearly an hour due to Aloogus need for sense enjoyment.The flight was really quick, only about forty minuets. When we got our bags and went into the public part of the airport a devotee lady and her three daughters met us from our Temple. We stole a knife from a caf and offered prasadam of avocado and cream cheese bagels to the lord, which we then sat and ate As you do when youre hungry and have food Yeah.As we did thus, whom should we bump into? None other that Sripad Ashram Maharaja and the temple president of the Rotterdam temple! Originally we were going to stay at the Temple for the night, before going to the festival the next day as it hadnt started yet. But we were told there wasnt enough room for us all to stay there, so instead we took a train to Den Haag and then a bus to where the festival was going to happen. The festival area was a series of three tents surrounded by empty market stalls and in the centre a giant long tent, where all the classes would happen. The three tents were the kitchen tent, the prasadam tent, the childrens entertainment tent and there was two loos to be shared with an expected 1,000+ devotees. The place where our chalet would be was only a short walk away, but we werent allowed to stay there till the next day. Luckily a French devotee had booked a chalet for the night and so long as we all contributed to the cost we were allowed to spend the night there and then have a hot shower in the morning. As opposed to having to spend the night in the windy childrens tent and have our shower in a sink in one of the two festival toilets So ten Euro each it was then! I slept on the kitchen floor but it wasnt so bad. It was warm and the shower in the morning was pleasant.The next day the reception was being very slow in giving us the keys to the two chalets we had booked, so we had to stay behind in the chalet wed slept in with all our stuff till they forked over the keys to the other chalets. Soon a group of French devotees came to the chalet and demanded we left because it was theirs. We worked something out with them though, they got one of our chalets when we finally got the key, we kept the one we were staying in and the girls moved to the second chalet. I got to sleep on the bottom of a bunk bed and shared the top with a devotee named Ragunanda. He snores, which didnt bother me because I live next to a main road and sleep heavily I also have been known to speak in my sleep Loudly Somehow Alugoo and Ram-Tither had made their way to Holland and to the chalet the night before, so we were all together once again. We all went down to the festival for either breakfast or lunch, I forget which Anyway When I went there into the Prasadam tent I bumped into Vasudeva vasudeva_dasa and Sunanda exquisitdelight which was really cool. Later on I bumped into them again, this time along with Mahesvara die_to_live. Which was excellent as it gave me some people to hang out with, as the devotees I was staying with were all middle aged, dull or preoccupied with reunited groups of friends. In the evening I got to see Gurudeva for the first time ever during evening class. Hes amazing. I cant say what he is. You just have to be there, its not the same till you meet him. He talked about Ratha-Yatra and some of his senior devotees spoke too which was cool. The next day I chanted a full 16 rounds for the first time ever, and from then onwards. I actually enjoy it, which is shocking really, as before I came to Holland I was lucky if I did seven rounds, and I hated every second of it. Later on in the morning as I walked back from the girls chalet to my own I bumped into Vasudeva, Sunanda, and Mahesvara once again but this time with Dhanista heartonfire. It was a veritable orgy of Livejournal Hare Krishnas. Im slightly confused as to the order of events But we celebrated Ratha-Yatra either that day or the next. We piled into buses and travelled to The Hague where we put the deities of Jaganatha, Subadra and Balaram onto a cart, which we pulled along by a rope. In front of that four people held up the deities of Gaura-Nitai and all the devotees sang and danced between them. We were walking for like three hours, till wed gone through The Hague and back to the festival. They handed us bottles of water and things so it wasnt so bad. Here are some pictures from the day:This is Jaganatha and co before they went on the cart.Theres Sunanda, Dhanista, and Vasudeva. Mahesvara couldnt come along because it was too far for him to walk. He was there to meet us when we came back though.Here's a nice group shot, its only missing Sunanda though. But there you have Vasudeva, Dhanista, Mahesvara and next to him Mohan who was cool and apparently on LJ too but I dont know his username.After Gurudevas class on Sunday night it was announced that initiations would take place the next day at 8.30 in Gurudevas villa. I got Komla to put me down for Harinama initiation and Vasudeva did too but for Gopal Mantra and I went with Komla to Gurudevas house to drop off the list of names. Gurudevas servant answered and he said the men would have to be shaved, and to the Gopal Mantra Why not Diksha?. I then had a panic over finding first some flowers and fruit to give as an offering for the initiation and also for a pair of clipper to shave my head with. We finally got hold of a pair at midnight and I was shaved, with the help of a teacup The guy who did it messed up and left some sideburn and tuffs of hair, so I made him shave it again, and then once more with a razor and some shaving foam. So it was very smart looking Ha. See the pony. See his mane. See his gentle hooves.Monday morning comes and I get washed and ready for initiation. Pitambara, one of the devotees from my Temple gave me a really beautiful Dhoti with a lovely blue trim, which I wore for my initiation. I put on full Tilaka on all the twelve places of my body and said the right mantras. I got a plate together of apples, bananas and flowers and I added the 40 Id brought of English money with me to it also. I could have just given him the flowers and fruit. So off we went to Gurudevas house to get initiated. They made us sign our name and address in a book and write our names on our bead bags and hand them over. Then they put kanti-mala around our necks and we did acaman to clean ourselves. We all sat outside on Gurudevas garden and he sat on a sofa that was pushed up to the door. We handed him our offerings and bowed afterwards and then sat down again. He said the mantra and we repeated it. Then he spoke about the mantra and told us how to use it and what it meant. Then he handed us all our bead bags, which hed chanted on. That was it, we had taken Harinama initiation. It was really sweet and loving. I went back to my chalet and got changed. I went for a walk along the hills and by the lake and chanted my Japa and thought about what Gurudeva had given me, and about devotion. I picked some wild flowers and offered them to a picture of Gurudeva I had with me by the lake, along with some biscuits Id brought along for my breakfast. It was really peaceful and beautiful, and Im glad I went off to be alone after the initiation.In the evening we didnt get told what our devotional names were, because some more people wanted to take initiation on Tuesday. I think on Tuesday we went to the beach, and I got really sun burnt. In the morning Ragunanda was discussing with Aloogu about how hed had a wet dream that night I slept under him. Finally in the evening after class we were told our devotional names. Our karmi names were called out and we had to stand up and Gurudeva would say our devotional name. Gurudevas servant called out Neil Askey, from London, Barking Road which made me smile and everyone laugh because no one elses street was called out. Niladri Ki Jaya went Gurudeva, and everyone clapped and shouted Jaya! I bowed slightly and sat down, beaming. I hadnt actually heard what the name was correctly and I was like Whats my name? to Mahesvara, who had taped it on his MP3 player. After class I asked Sripad Von Maharaja about my name, and he told me how to spell it, and that it meant Blue Mountain, and was a reference to Krishnas colour. Later the Birmingham temple president told me that on top of the blue mountain was the deity of Nila-Madhava (which people had jokingly said my name would be) and from that deity Krishna manifested to create the form of lord Jaganatha and from that originates Ratha-Yatra. Niladri also sounds a lot like Neil Askey, so Im thinking Gurudeva was being very witty with my name. I plan to write to him to ask about the meaning.On Wednesday we had the Fire Yagya, where we make offerings to the Demi-gods. Mainly its just there for people who took Diksha to get their Brahmin threads and become Brahmins, but us mere Harinama initiates got to join in and sit behind them. Vasudeva and Pitambara had both taken Diksha so they were in front of me.Here I am during the fire Yagya, looking very cultist.Our two Brahmins, Vasudeva and Pitambara. Also interesting to note that both are big nelly queers.Sripad Vona Maharaja there, performing the Fire Yagya.Here were taking acaman to clean ourselves with.Taking flowers to offer to Gurudeva. Symbolic of offering our hearts.Then red sandalwood paste is place on our head and rice is pushed into it. Im unsure why this happened, but it looks cool, no?We take a vow to never forget Guru, Mantra or the Vaishnavas and then the Yagya begins.Arati is performed on the deities, Gurudeva and the flame.We chuck soil, grains and things into the flames. Most of it lands on the people at the front of the Yagya.Making the Diksha initiates Brahmin caste.Giving them the Brahmin thread.Giving the Brahmins their Dandas of bamboo.Vasudeva is the Brahmin Queen, Hes a Brahmin girl in a Brahmin world, and he loves horses, they are his friends.After the Yagya we got the soot dabbed onto our heads and we did parikrama of the fire and some thread tied to our wrists for protection and blessings. Then we gave Sripad Vona Maharaja a donation for performing the sacrifice, and then the initiates like myself, Pitambara and Vasudeva went begging to the devotees for money which we would then give to Gurudeva in the evening, as is the Vedic tradition. I got something like 20 Euro in change and some English money Also a chocolate pirate coin Gurudeva wasnt interested in it though, hed just take the offering from us and wed bow and then hed hand it to one of his servants. I was now a full on devotee chanting 16 rounds a day. Niladri Dasa ki jaya.Thursday was the last day of the festival. Sunanda and Vasudeva were leaving that evening, Dhanista had only come for the weekend and Mahesvara and the other devotees would leave in the morning, along with Gurudeva. It was quite sad. As Sunanda bent over his case to pack it I slapped his backside, because he was asking for it. Lusting after all the women in the festival! I think I did some other silly things that day, like saying Sunanda and Mahesvara made and good couple and then asking them who was the top and whom the bottom And then I said the food we were eating looked like spunk, because it did.It was fun, but now it was all over. In the morning the festival area was bare as I ate my breakfast of fruit and bread and butter. We caught a bus to Den Haag and then caught a train to Rotterdam. We stayed in the Rotterdam Temple on Friday night and Saturday day. It was packed with devotees who had left the festival and were waiting for their flight, like us. There were three Sanyasis staying there and a bunch of German Brahmacharis, but there didnt seem to be any Rotterdam Brahmacharis, there were girls who lived there, and the temple president. I was asked to come and stay there, which I said maybe to. Its a really beautiful temple. Like a miniature version of Soho Street, but without the giant deities. Ive also been asked to stay for a bit in the Birmingham temple. Im in demand, me.I had to sleep in the basement, which was fine apart from the fact that the basement had really low hanging beams, and I bashed my head against them more than a couple of times. I have a cut on my head to prove it. We had a really ecstatic class and Kirtan, lead by Sripad Von Maharaja. While I was there I read the entire Sri Upadesamrta, and continued to chant 16 rounds a day. Id go for walks around the town, and sit by the river to chant and read. On Saturday there was a car boots sale and I brought a brass spoon and eggcup to use as an acaman cup. I showed it to Sripad Nemi Maharaja and he said it was fine to use and to clean it with clay or better yet cows dung. Which apparently the Gangamatas haveWe caught the train to Amsterdam and then caught our flight with no problems. When we got off of the plane immigration held back Sita and Lolitee. They had too many stamps on their passport and so they thought they must come here to work. They did some checks and said they could be there till midnight so Komla took myself and some others home in the car. To get to the car we had to catch an airport bus to the long stay car park where Ram-Tither, the guy who forgot his passport, left it. He forgot to write down where he parked the car, and said I think its in G so we had to go running around for an hour searching for the bloody thing, unsure if we were even looking in the right place.When we finally find the car Komla has a drama about losing her bag with the money to pay for the parking in it. So we are delayed while she searches for it. Once found we get to the paying part and they tell us its 72, Komla only has 70 and they wont let her off of the 2. So I pay by my debit card, and pray that I have enough money in the bank, or that I dont get charged extra for it. Komla gave me the 70 and we set off. But the road we need to use is closed, and now the car is running on empty. So we have a drama about finding a poxy gas station at half past midnight but we finally find one, and I had to give Komla 20 to pay for the gas. Its like gone one something by the time I finally get home. This morning I phoned Komla and asked what happened with Sita and Lolitee. They are going to be deported in four days time back to Brazil. What will they do? I dont know. I dont really care either, to be honest I dont think I like Komla and Sita any more. They were always on my case during Holland, taking the piss and being rude. Sita is always being spiteful to me. They are fake with you. They can go jump off a cliff for all I care. Its sad for Lolitee, but shes getting married next year anyway and so wont be living with the Gangamatas much longer.Im bored of writing this now, so Im just going to finish with some more pictures:Srilla Gurudeva Ki Jaya!Sripad Nemi Maharaja Ki Jaya!Shyamarani Dasi Ki Jaya!Fin

petak, 24.07.2009.

I Am Home

I got back last night at midnight-something. I'll update about my trip at a later date as I've got a lot of stuff to unpack and clean and so on, and I need to chant my rounds, and sort out the 64+ pictures on my camera and all sorts of crap like that.But yeah, I just thought I'd tell you that I'm home.And no, I'm not going to tell you what my devotional name is yet. Suffer.

srijeda, 22.07.2009.

Haribol

Having a great time in Holland, in an internet cafe of sorts at the moment.On Monday I was initiated but I won't find out my devotional name till tonight, or possibly wednesday when we have the fire yajya.I had to have my head shaved!But worse than that, I have a sun tan/burn.Shocking.

utorak, 21.07.2009.

Argh... London Is Getting The Olympics.

More importantly than that.. I gots me mop cut!Bhagavad-Gita class later.... Gosh I am bored.

ponedjeljak, 20.07.2009.

Another Rushed Update, Just To Get It Out Of The Way!

Okay So a very late update here.A couple of Sundays ago I met Nicholas at Uptonpark station. We walked down Green Street and brought a box of Indian sweets, which we took back to my house, to consume as we watched DVDs. We watched a short documentary about Tibet, and then we watched Ghost World. I played about with Nicks iPod and he gave me Interpols first album that hed kindly burned for me.After all of that we went to the Temple. It was as usual, but with Nicholas.Then we had a drink back at mine and then he went home. Nick is now off protesting about the G8 summit in Scotland, and he doesnt come back till the day I leave for Holland.On the Monday a package arrived from Amazon, it was a gift from Nick. The Naked Civil Servant by Quentin Crisp. I was really looking forward to reading it, but sadly the print was all fucked up so I had to send it back to Amazon.Luckily though a replacement copy came on Wednesday or so. Oh that Quentin, he is a cheeky one.Then came the day I saw my delivery mans cock, which I told you about But of course having the new sofas in the lounge means I can have one of the old sofas in my room. We dumped the rats cage and my desk chair and the old sofa in my room, both of which were falling to bits. I now use the stool of my old sofa for the computer. My room looks great now. Wednesday and Sunday I didnt go to the Temple because I was feeling Ill and then I was feeling lazy.On Monday my passport came!!! IM GOING TO HOLLAND!!!Today I went to Ilford to buy myself a pair of trousers, as I only have the one at the moment! I found a nice dark blue pair, and a nice top, which feels so soft and goes with both pairs of trousers. So thats me sorted for Holland, when I get back Ill go buy some more clothes.Tomorrow Im going to have my hair cut. Ive decided Im going to have a French Crop as usual, rather than opt for the Hare Krishna look Call me vain if you will. Then Im picking up a kid from its school to get some cash, then Im off to Bhagavad-Gita class.And on Thursday Im going to Holland!Ill be staying at the temple there for the night, and then the hotel for the rest of the week.Demitre and Dave cant come to Holland with us because of passport and Visa problems Which means Im probably going to be the only person from the Gangamatas Gaudiya Matha taking Harinama... Which Im quite pleased about. Though I probably shouldnt.

subota, 18.07.2009.

Today I Saw My Delivery Mans Cock

I will update about the other events of my week later, but I just had to tell you about this, it's too good.Were having some new sofas delivered and as they are bringing them in I needed to use the toilet. So I come down from my room and knock on the bathroom door, to which is met with no answer so I just walk inside. Its not like there wasnt a lock on the door.There I see before me one of the delivery men standing to the side of the toilet bowl due to the cat being asleep on the mat (I love animals, dont you?), his jeans undone, and his dick lopped out in his hands, having a piss.I blurted out Sorry I didnt know and shut the door behind me as I quickly leave and run back to my room to giggle like a baffoon.Then there is a shout that the toilet is now free and I go back down again to do my duty and also to get a better look at this bloke.He was taller than I am, and Im 6ft 3. His hair was brown and slightly spiked, he had a good muscular frame, a bit of stubble, he probably had a hairy chest or at least a lovely trail on his belly, he was in his 20s, had a cockney accent. I so would have, should he have asked.And that was the highlight of my day.

petak, 17.07.2009.

Urgh

I want to update and tell you all about my week but I feel so ill right now.I don't know what's wrong with me but I feel so drained and awful.I don't like being ill, not one bit.

srijeda, 15.07.2009.

The Mighty Boosh

Went to see the Mighty Boosh last night at Brixton Academy. It was hilariously good, much fun was had by all.I don't know what was funnier - The way in which Noel dealt with hecklers ("It's like you've been possessed... By a twat"), the way the hitcher spoke to the children in the audience ("S-T-U-M-P Fucking, get it right for when you tell your friends all about it tomorrow!", or when Rik/Bob Fossil spat in Noel's face in unscripted hilarity.Also Bollo sang Fuck The Pain Away by Peaches.

petak, 10.07.2009.

Another Rushed Update, Just To Get It Out Of The Way!

Okay So a very late update here.A couple of Sundays ago I met Nicholas at Uptonpark station. We walked down Green Street and brought a box of Indian sweets, which we took back to my house, to consume as we watched DVDs. We watched a short documentary about Tibet, and then we watched Ghost World. I played about with Nicks iPod and he gave me Interpols first album that hed kindly burned for me.After all of that we went to the Temple. It was as usual, but with Nicholas.Then we had a drink back at mine and then he went home. Nick is now off protesting about the G8 summit in Scotland, and he doesnt come back till the day I leave for Holland.On the Monday a package arrived from Amazon, it was a gift from Nick. The Naked Civil Servant by Quentin Crisp. I was really looking forward to reading it, but sadly the print was all fucked up so I had to send it back to Amazon.Luckily though a replacement copy came on Wednesday or so. Oh that Quentin, he is a cheeky one.Then came the day I saw my delivery mans cock, which I told you about But of course having the new sofas in the lounge means I can have one of the old sofas in my room. We dumped the rats cage and my desk chair and the old sofa in my room, both of which were falling to bits. I now use the stool of my old sofa for the computer. My room looks great now. Wednesday and Sunday I didnt go to the Temple because I was feeling Ill and then I was feeling lazy.On Monday my passport came!!! IM GOING TO HOLLAND!!!Today I went to Ilford to buy myself a pair of trousers, as I only have the one at the moment! I found a nice dark blue pair, and a nice top, which feels so soft and goes with both pairs of trousers. So thats me sorted for Holland, when I get back Ill go buy some more clothes.Tomorrow Im going to have my hair cut. Ive decided Im going to have a French Crop as usual, rather than opt for the Hare Krishna look Call me vain if you will. Then Im picking up a kid from its school to get some cash, then Im off to Bhagavad-Gita class.And on Thursday Im going to Holland!Ill be staying at the temple there for the night, and then the hotel for the rest of the week.Demitre and Dave cant come to Holland with us because of passport and Visa problems Which means Im probably going to be the only person from the Gangamatas Gaudiya Matha taking Harinama... Which Im quite pleased about. Though I probably shouldnt.

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