"Hare Krishna, Hare Rama"...

We dragged Grandma Pam to a community dinner, a one-off Hare Krishna meal cooked by an ex-resident who had moved to Sydney and found his true calling in "The Movement", complete with celibacy vows. Now, I like the odd bit of chanting, and Indian spirituality, as does D, though I am comfortably not interested in HK. Pam, predictably polite, was clearly out of her depth and comfort zone. The empowered teenage girls all asked poignant questions about male bias- quite funny really!...