After hours of drama practice on a newer production, “Many Mothers, Many Fathers,” about the life of King Chitraketu, I needed to go for that—guess what?—walk, of course.
Ranesvara and I set out for Yonge Street. The cold blast was initially like some monster biting off our faces, but then our bodies adjusted and we were okay. After all, we live in a world of adjustment and it is on these terms or within this state of mind which allows me to keep going.
For fun, we also trekked through the Eaton’s Centre, Nordstrom’s and the Hudson Bay stores, all one long strip of allurement. Most of what we see are clothing outlets. I find it strange that youth put so much energy into attire and yet everyone often ends up wearing very drab and dull, greys and blacks.
Fashion should mean colour, frills, accentuated shapes and designs. I find sarees and even Indian men’s wear to be stylish, but that’s not what I see. Most people here are dressed up as if in mourning. As if, “Are you going to a funeral?” That’s today’s modern fashion, as far as I’m concerned.
I would like to take this opportunity, now that the year’s end is near, to thank wholeheartedly the following people who have been so helpful, this year, aiding in my personal efforts to advance the cause of Krishna via the Walking Monk network: Rajasuya, Abhidheya, Nitai Priya, Dhruva, Nick Pereira, Ananda Rupa, Vivasvan, Hayagriva, Marshall, Dharma, Manasi Ganga, Curtis, and more.
May the Source be with you!