QUOTE (Kula-pavana @ Nov 27 2006, 08:22 PM)
No, it was not Surapalaji whose wild dancing loosened the knot of his kaupins, it was another devotee who had so many avadhuta incidents we considered him the club's president... I'm sure you know him - his name is Marici das
I do know him, but when I met him he was a little older already.... y'know... a bit more rounded...
yes, your bhaktin Alicia would certainly make the list. is she still around? I deeply miss people like that, and not just for their entertainment value
their innocence is very refreshing...
I don't know if she is still around. Refreshing yes, but she was a real challenge for a manager or anyone who needed to network with her!
still, that does not make me an avadhuta... just plain old dumbadhuta
I can see it in my mind's eyes, you performing wonders in that tiny car.
Now that you mentioned matajis and Cracow, I remembered another prank of ours, and that one was most certainly by our own preference.
I joined that temple in 1991. The TP was Trivikrama Swami, as strange as it may seem. He stayed in Cracow for more than half of the time, but he would regularly make trips to the USA to collect donations to augment temple maintenance.
The matas had just been moved into a flat that was to be our ashrama. I was told that prior to that, they had a flat just a few steps away from the temple, but that the temple commander had ordered that rent terminated and found the new flat. That new flat was very far away. We strongly suspected this was done sneakily without TS' approval while he was in the USA, just to keep us away. We hated it. For the inconvenience, but especially for the intent. And, it prevented us from attending the mangala-arati, since no buses or streetcars drove that early in the morning.
Being an adventurous bunch, we figured out a way. It entailed us walking one km in tight formation, in our saris, to the nearest railway station, then sneaking onto a train (without tickets! you get caught, you pay a fine), hiding on it for a few minutes, until it came to some kind of railroad intersection where it had to stop for red light. It wasn't a station. How we figured out it would stop there I don't remember, but we did. Then we rushed down the railroad slope and across a villa area, until we were at the temple.
I still have to smile remembering how we marched into the temple room before the first stanza of Samsara dava was over. And how the b'caris all stiffened up in disbelief and had to restrain themselves from looking back to double-check whether it really was us.
We did this maneouver several times. Until Trivikram Swami stopped us. It was too dangerous. (And if the train did not stop, we would have ended up far, far away, for it was no commuter train.)
I don't remember clearly but believe that he shifted the mangala-arati time to a little later, so that we could participate.