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The first time I visited India was in 1989. My flight arrived at the Delhi Airport at some early hour and I took a precarious taxi ride through the morning fog to the holy town of Vrindavan. Upon arriving, I prostrated in the dust of Vraja and headed straight for the Krishna Balaram Temple. It was shortly after the daily scriptural discourse and the place was nearly empty. As I approached the foot of the alter a musician caught my attention. He was alone, sitting before the shrine of Sri Sri Radha Syamsundar. He appeared austere. It was cold and he was wrapped in a ragged wool shawl. His voice and melody were unlike anything I had heard before. The melody was stripped bare. A desolate voice accompanied only by a frail harmonium scale, slow and slightly off beat - crawling, barely dragging along. His song was the cry of a dying man. A man in the desert, drying up and desperate, crying for some water - just a small cup - just a drop. It was almost pitiful, but hauntingly beautiful - like nothing I’d heard before. It sounded so remorseful, so humble and completely sincere. It was the first time I heard a man desperately crying out to God.

 

The musician was Aindra das. An American who had given up his citizenship to settle in Vrindavan with an unbreakable, one pointed focus - to sing before Radha Syamsundar until the day he died. Aindra had complete conviction. Conviction that Vrindavan was no ordinary village - it was the highest spiritual abode. Conviction that kirtan was no ordinary music - it was the divine name, descended from above, non-different from Radha and Krishna. He had no interest to be anywhere else or do anything else. He was convinced that by sitting in that spot he could change the world through his song.

 

Aindra das lived in a room on the third floor of a school for boys, adjacent to the temple. His entire life was comprised of the practice of Krishna bhakti. He would read, discuss and contemplate the esoteric bhakti scriptures in that room, late into the night. He would perform the sacred bhakti rituals in that room with the utmost sincerity. At four in the morning, he would enter the temple to observe the mangala-arati and then he would step into the temples sanctum-sanctorium to perform the service of alankara, dressing the divine forms of Radha Syamsundara. Although Aindra dressed himself practically in rags, his refined fashion sense was expressed through the exceptional artistic beauty of  his service to Radhe Shyam. Later he would take a little rest, then back to kirtan. Every evening he would sing in the temple to the delight of thousands.

 

Of course it was kirtan that Aindra was known for. How to describe it? It would often start gently - so delicate and soft.  As the subtleties of the melody became more apparent and as everyone became more confident in responding to his song, you could feel the kirtan grow. It might be slow, graceful and ornate, but you could begin to feel the power just beneath the surface. Soon, under his meticulous direction, the drum beat would grow. Aindra always had a team of fantastic drummers. They would travel across the world for the privilege not just to play for him, but to learn from him. Or more precisely, to try to somehow capture just a bit of his realization and love of kirtan. As the beat grew and his voice gained strength it would become clear that although the kirtan was slow, it was massive. It was an elephant struggling to stand, sluggish but with power. Step by brawny step the elephant would push forward, growing in strength.

 

This kirtan was a thing of beauty. You would feel your heart pulled along though so many emotions. Joy and pain, wonder and regret, all were sublime in his kirtan. They were so satisfying, nourishing, edifying the experience of bhakti. Nightly, large, international groups of people would would join together in song and become one - one group united in devotion. Smiles and tears, so many varieties of dance. It was such a joy to see large groups of Indian villagers enter the temple on pilgrimage and take such delight in his kirtan. He never failed to astonish them, this white-boy with such deep devotion, playing their folk music with more energy and skill then they had ever witnessed. The joy in the faces of the ladies as the raised their arms, and danced. The village men, smiling with their missing teeth, clapping their hands, throwing back their heads and crying out. And the Kirtan would just keep growing. It was epic, heroic, relentless, all consuming. He would sing, then he would roar. The earth would shake, until finally - JAYA JAYA SRI RADHEEEEEEEEEEEEEE SHYAM!

 

Like almost everyone, musicians commonly desire fame or prestige. Their performances serve their egos. Not Aindra. He was completely committed. His sole purpose was to glorify Radha Syamsundar and engage the whole world along with him. Through devotion he received the blessing to uplift everyone in his presence. He became the most incredible musician, composer and singer I’ve ever heard. He showed by his example how one can become a vibrant manifestation of divine grace if one simple wants nothing else.

 

Spiritual practitioners go through their ups and downs. We struggle to find footing, a place where we can grow. Aindra’s practice was solid and fixed. Year after year, I could always count on him being there, doing what he always did - what he only did - kirtan, kirtan, kirtan. When I would sit on that checkered marble floor, Aindra on my left, Prabhupada’s samadhi behind him, Radha Syamsundar on my right. The sun going down over the temple courtyard, without fail I would say to myself, “There is absolutely no better spot to be on the face of this Earth than right here, and there is absolutely no better engagement than this, right now”. The exquisite melodies. Night after night. Everyone submerged. Those times were so incredibly precious. The beauty, the love - we were sitting in the presence of God.

 

Aindra prabhu, you have changed the world through your song. So many follow in your footsteps from all the corners of the globe. It’s hard to believe that we won’t see you again.   There was no one like you. Sitting near you before Radha Shyamsudar and singing my heart out with all the Vaishnavas have been some of the finest moments of my life. You will be missed beyond what my words can express. Thank you so much from the bottom of my heart for all that you gave us. Till the day I die you will remain a tremendous inspiration.

 

ALL GLORIES TO AINDRA PRABHU!

 


 

Click this link to see a photos of Aindra Prabhu's room in Vrindavan. He worshiped many saligrama silas along with his beloved Giriraja. Visit the official web site of the Krishna-Balaram Mandir 24 Hour Kirtan Mandali, which was inaugurated and is sustained by the express will of ISKCON’s founder-acarya, His Divine Grace A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada. It functions to help generate a pure, spiritually surcharged atmosphere conducive to the advancement of pure devotional life.

 

After the inception of 24 hour kirtana in 1975, the kirtana-yajna continued in a somewhat disorganized way for some diminutive period. In 1978, however, less than a year after the disappearance of His Divine Grace Srila Prabhupada, 24 hour kirtana at the Krsna-Balaram Mandir was unfortunately ground to a halt.

 

Reinaguration commenced eight years later, during Kartika’s eve on Vijaya Dasami 1986, by the determined efforts of His Grace Sriman Aindra prabhu, a disciple of Srila Prabhupada, with the assistance and support of a few other soft-hearted devotees. Aindra prabhu, recognizing the common sense in organizing a core group of kirtana enthusiast to ensure its continuance, reconstituted ISKCON Vrndavana’s 24 hour kirtana as a distinguished department of service. In the beginning, upon suggestion and sponsorship, hired singers and musicians formed part of the kirtana group. Within the first 6 months, however, Aindra prabhu, disgusted with the obvious escalation of material motivation amongst the kirtana party members, politely dismissed all the hired kirtaniyas, and since then till today, members of the Krsna-Balaram Mandir 24 Hour Kirtan Mandali receive no monetary remuneration. Pure sacrificial engagement intended to propagate a mood of cent percent selfless devotion to Krsna, that is the 24 hour kirtana ethic. Golokera prema-dhana, hari-nama-sankirtana. Our only real goal is vraja-krsna-prema. We keep body and soul together simply to facilitate this aim.

 

Anyone wishing to advantage kali-yuga-dharma hari-nama-sankirtana at Sri Vrndavana Dhama, is cordially invited to cooperate with us and assist in this effort to please His Divine Grace Srila Prabhupada and all the acaryas in disciplic succession from Lord Gauranga. Your association would be appreciated in terms of the mutual spiritual benefit. Hare Krsna!

 

Always Chant:

 

HARE KRSNA, HARE KRSNA, KRSNA KRSNA, HARE HARE
HARE RAMA, HARE RAMA, RAMA RAMA, HARE HARE

 

Some Links

 

 

A talk by Aindra Prabhu a few days before he left this world

 

 

A collection of over 600 unforgettable and sublime tunes

 

Continuous Playlist of all 603 Bhajans

 

 

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