The Constitution of the Compliment-Giver
By Hari Prasada Das
Walking to the 55th St. subway line at 7th ave., Rasanath and I were flagged down by a man on the street carrying CDs. “What’ »
By Hari Prasada Das
Life is Actually Not A Race Against Time!
By Hari Prasada Das
Whenever I reflect on my weaknesses to see where I have room to grow, one of the most standout is surely that I feel I’ »
The Intersection of Franny and Zooey and Our Sikh Cabbie
By Hari Prasada Das
I hopped in a cab to get downtown to our beloved little studio apartment. Incidentally, I was met with a Sikh cabbie who led me »
Finding Our Flow in Great Flux
By Hari Prasada Das
One man dragged his dog on an energy-expending run around the perimeter of Tompkins Square Park. Another man walked his dog from a wheelchair. I »
The Meeting of the Wheelchairs
By Hari Prasada Das
Following the first day of our first corporate workshop at The Bhakti Center where I lived three of my five monastic years, I took a »
Pondering The Higher Questions in Life with Tourneau
By Hari Prasada Das
I recently walked by my beloved city spot of Bryant Park in search of one crucial question... To my chagrin, the question, incidentally expressed via »
The Commonality of Duality
By Hari Prasada Das
This evening’s special feature of the F train was a brand new makeshift diaper-changing station. A young-looking woman and an older-looking woman were partnering »
Commoditizing Our Unique Attachments
By Hari Prasada Das
I used to habitually walk down the street and wonder who I’d meet. Secretly, I hoped to meet some exotic woman exactly meant for »
One Moment of Empathy
By Hari Prasada Das
I was walking up the stairs from the F train platform at 2nd Ave., when a young woman skirted down past the throngs of us »
I Just Want to Have A Moment with My “Miracle Mouthwash”!
By Hari Prasada Das
I marched determinedly through the West Village avenues, having performed the full crosstown commute on foot. It was 9 a.m. and the streets were »