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His Unstoppable Hari Bhajan

In 2011, Srila Gurudeva spent Kartik Mas in Sri Vraja Mandal. In Madhuvan, near the foothills of Dhruva Tila, Srila Gurudev narrated the life of Dhruva with intense absorption. Practically all assembled devotees could be seen wiping tears from their faces repeatedly, no matter whether or not they understood his language. It also became difficult for Srila Gurudev to utter properly because of the repeated choking of his voice. Soon the camp followed him in his journey towards Dhruva Tila, the place where Dhruva performed intense penance to obtain Supreme Lord's darsan.

Nobody had imagined even just before this moment that the determination and vigor the five-year-old royal prince exhibited in Satya-Yuga is going to be re-exhibited by an 88-year-old saint for the living entities of Kali-Yuga. Srila Gurudev possessed an intensity so profound like Dhruva to meet the Supreme Lord. To describe that mood is difficult in words. Some things must be seen to be understood.

Srila Gurudev could not wait to take darsan of the Lord, climbing very steep stairs with so much vigor. We tried to convince him to let us carry him. He refused. “No,” he said. “I will go myself.” We were amazed to see him effortlessly climb those big, steep stairs. Srila Gurudev, like Dhruva, was determined for the darsan of padma-palasa lochan Hari (Lord Hari whose eyes resemble that of the lotus petals).

By this pastime, Srila Gurudev showed us that with that kind of intensity, no bodily discomfort can stop us in actual Hari Bhajan. But as far as he was concerned, he was internally relishing service to his dear most object of worship in private.

—Prahlad Das

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