Deep Gratitude to the Disciples and Grand-Disciples of Srila Prabhupada

When Srila Prabhupada departed this world in 1977, his grand vision of global Krishna Consciousness was only just taking root. If his mission had rested solely on his physical presence, souls like me would have been lost forever. Instead, an extraordinary generation of dedicated disciples, grand-disciples, and unsung devotees stepped forward. They sacrificed their youth, wealth, and personal comfort, enduring immense hardships to preserve his teachings and keep the movement alive. Without their resilience, Prabhupada’s message would never have reached me or others like me. This post is my humble tribute and profound expression of gratitude to every single soul who served his divine mission. Thank you! Hare Krishna!

Hare Krishna!

My name is Mahabhagavat Das. I am a disciple of Srila Sankarshan Das Adhikari, who is a disciple of His Divine Grace Srila A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, the Founder Acharya of the International Society for Krishna Consciousness.

Srila Prabhupada Chanting Hare Krishna
Srila Prabhupada Chanting Hare Krishna
Sankarshan Das Adhikari
Sankarshan Das Adhikari

I was born into a traditional Madhva Vaishnava family, yet for the longest time, I had no real understanding of what it actually meant to be a Vaishnava. I lacked a scientific comprehension of God, and my restless questions went largely unanswered. Coupled with a strong Western education dominated by impersonalistic, and often explicitly atheistic philosophies, I eventually drifted into complete atheism.

Like millions of young Indians, my eyes were set on material ambition. As a young software engineer and entrepreneur, I moved to the West early in life. No one migrates to the West to advance spiritually; we come searching for material prosperity. I came, I strived, and I mostly achieved the financial success I set out to find. Yet spiritually, I was completely lost.

If not for the Krishna Consciousness movement established by His Divine Grace A. C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada, I would have remained hopelessly adrift.

Yet I never had the blessing of meeting Srila Prabhupada in person. He departed this world in 1977, when I was only a toddler. Nevertheless, more than two decades later, his message reached me across oceans and cultural divides.

How was that possible?

It was possible because of his disciples, grand-disciples, and even great-grand-disciples. It was because of the courageous pioneers who embraced this path and tirelessly propagated it for the benefit of a misguided world, and for misguided souls like me. Without their perseverance, Srila Prabhupada would have come and gone, and I would have remained none the wiser.

I am writing this post to express my deepest gratitude to these dedicated souls. They persevered against unimaginable odds, sacrificing their youth, wealth, family comfort, and personal ambitions simply to make the Krishna Consciousness movement take root worldwide.

They built temples alongside Prabhupada. They published, translated, and distributed his books. They held fast to his instructions and preserved the sublime process he gave us. Through dark times, personal hardships, and uncertainty, they enthusiastically carried his light to every corner of the globe.

My gratitude is not reserved solely for the prominent figures or famous leaders. My heart goes out to every single rank-and-file devotee:

  • The cooks in the kitchens and the pot-washers behind the scenes
  • The drivers, the fundraisers, and the quiet priests at the altars
  • The unsung book distributors and the joyful souls singing Harinam Sankirtan
  • Those who endured severe hardship, isolation, and personal torment
  • Those who struggled to commit fully, and those who left along the way for reasons only you and Krishna know
  • Those who stumbled or made mistakes, big or small, yet still offered their energy to the mission

To each and every one of you, I offer my most humble gratitude and prostrated obeisances. I can never truly repay the debt I owe you for your contribution. Your efforts saved me and countless others! But I promise you this: I will do my utmost to carry forward the sacred torch you so valiantly received, preserved, and passed down.

All glories to Srila Prabhupada. All glories to all his followers!

Hare Krishna!

P.S. I am building a dedicated page featuring a list of the specific souls who have helped me directly or indirectly along my journey. For each person, I will write a brief tribute honoring their contribution. This will be an ongoing, evolving effort, and I look forward to publishing it separately soon.

Jiva Soul – A poem from 1874

Back in in 1874, Bhaktivinode Thakura wrote this sublime poem that gives us the formula for Supreme Spiritual Success! Jiva Soul, from Saragrahi Vaishnava

This is a poem by the great saint Bhaktivinode Thakura… from his 1874 work, “Saragrahi Vaishnava”

The Jiva Soul:

Alas for those who spend their days
In festive mirth and joy.
The dazzling, deadly liquid forms
Their hearts fore’er employ.

The shining bottles charm their eyes
And draw their heart’s embrace;
The slaves of wine can never rise
From what we call disgrace.

Was man intended to be
A brute in work and heart?
Should man, the Lord of all around,
From common sense depart?

Man’s glory is in common sense
Dictating us the grace,
That man is made to live and love
The beauteous Heaven’s embrace.

The flesh is not our own alas;
The mortal frame a chain;
The soul confined for former wrongs
Should try to rise again.

Why then this childish play in that
Which cannot be our own;
Which falls within a hundred years
As if a rose ablown.

Our life is but a rosy hue
To go ere long for naught;
The soul alone would last fore’er
With good or evil fraught.

How deep the thought of times to be!
How grave the aspect looks!
And wrapt in awe become, O, we,
When reading Nature’s books.

Man’s life to him a problem dark–
A screen both left and right;
No soul hath come to tell us what
Exists beyond our sight.

But then a voice, how deep and soft,
Within ourselves is left;
Man! Man! Thou art immortal soul!
Thee Death can never melt.

For thee thy Sire on High has kept
A store of bliss above,
To end of time, thou art O! His–
Who wants but purest love.

O Love! Thy power and spell benign
Now melt my soul to God;
How can my earthly words describe
That feeling soft and broad.

Enjoyment, sorrow — what but lots
To which the flesh is heir?
The soul that sleeps alone concludes
In them it hath a share.

And then, my friends, no more enjoy
Nor weep for all below;
The women, wine, and flesh of beasts
No love on thee bestow.

But thine to love thy brother man
And give thyself to God.
And God doth know your wages fair–
This fact is true and broad.

Forget the past that sleeps and ne’er
The future dream at all,
But act in time that are with thee
And progress thee shall call.

But tell me not in reasoning cold,
The soul is made alone
By Earth’s mechanic lifeless rules
And to destruction prone.

My God who gave us life and all
Alone the soul can kill
Or give it all the joys above
His promise to fulfill.

So push thy onward march, O soul,
Against an evil deed
That stands with soldiers Hate and Lust–
A hero be indeed.

Maintain thy post in spirit world
As firmly as you can,
Let never matter push thee down–
O stand heroic man!

O Sharagrahi Vaishnava soul,
Thou art an angel fair;
Lead, lead me on to Vrindavan
And spirit’s power declare.

There rests my soul from matter free
Upon my Lover’s arms–
Eternal peace and spirits love
Are all my chanting charms.