I entered the University of Toronto during the fall of 1972 at Scarborough College. The U of T, as we called it, is made up of eight colleges, six of which are on the main campus in downtown Toronto and … Continue reading
Category Archives: Memoirs
Even though I attended the Toronto Krishna temple regularly, a lot actually, I never joined the temple. In fact, I never fully joined Krishna Consciousness even in later years. Part of me always remained in the outside world. When I was 18, … Continue reading
Toronto is a great city in which to grow up. Every culture on this planet is represented on the streets, buses and subways. Consequently, its universities reflect the cosmopolitan nature of the city. Of all the universities, the University of … Continue reading
In the early days of Krishna Consciousness I was known as Bhakta Brian. Shukavak did not appear for many years. Brian, of course, was my given name and in the temple I became known as “Bhakta” Brian. Bhakta means devotee. … Continue reading
“Don’t let the facts get in the way of the truth.” I was looking at what I wrote last evening and I began to think, “How is anyone going to understand what I am saying I worry that what I … Continue reading
My parent’s home was in a suburb of Toronto and the temple was downtown. That was a distance of 35 kilometers. To reach the temple I would walk two kilometers from my home to the subway station and then take … Continue reading
My parent’s home was in a suburb of Toronto and the temple was downtown. That was a distance of 35 kilometers. To reach the temple I would walk two kilometers from my home to the subway station and then take … Continue reading
Like my father, my mother was born in Toronto Canada, only one year earlier in 1923. She was named after Queen Victoria. In Canada, the 24th of May is a national holiday called Victoria Day. To me it was mother’s … Continue reading
My mother recently sent me some photos of her parents. By profession my maternal grandfather was a stonecutter. The stonecutting business had been in the family for many generations. I am told that my grandfather came to Canada because his … Continue reading
I now step backwards in time to fill in some of the gaps of my story by talking about my early life with my parents and grandparents. My father was born in 1924 in Toronto, Canada. He rarely speaks of … Continue reading