Where I Lost My Heart to Krishna

For some time, I had been consumed entirely, mind and body, by my ceaseless pursuit of career growth, but the calling from within was pushing me towards a magical destination, where my heart belongs. Being a devotee of Krishna and an ISKCON follower, I booked a flight to Delhi in India, from where I’d reach Mathura, the land of Krishna.

As I boarded the plane, a sense of excitement washed over me. This was more than just a vacation; it was a pilgrimage, a spiritual journey to reconnect with my faith and the teachings of Krishna. The anticipation grew as the plane soared through the skies, bringing me closer to the land of my beloved deity.

Upon landing in Delhi, I was greeted by the hustle and bustle of the city. Yet, amidst the chaos, there was an underlying sense of peace, knowing that I was going to be at a place where Krishna’s stories are deeply woven into the fabric of everyday life. My journey had just begun. From the Delhi Airport, I took a taxi that I had booked in advance to reach Braj, the birthplace of Lord Krishna,just 183 kms away from Delhi. We took the Yamuna Expressway, which connects to the Agra expressway for a seamless experience. I was pleasant! y surprised to find such exclusive wayside amenities in Uttar Pradesh, with many renowned food chains ready to serve travellers and provide the best amenities and uncompromised taste to ease their tiredness. The sacred Yamuna River, shimmering in the sunlight, accompanied us on our journey, its waters telling tales of the divine pastimes of Krishna.

Upon reaching Mathura, I was struck by the simplicity and purity of the place. The streets were alive with the chants of “Radhe Radhe” and the scent of incense wafted through the air. Our first stop was the Krishna Janmabhoomi Temple, where Krishna was born. Standing before the sanctum, I felt an overwhelming sense of awe and reverence. The temple was vibrant with devotees offering prayers, their faith palpable and inspiring.

Next, we visited the Shri Banke Bihari Temple in Vrindavan, a short distance from Mathura. The temple, dedicated to Lord Krishna in his child form, was a sight to behold. As I stood before the deity, the curtains were drawn periodically to prevent prolonged eye contact, as it is believed that the deity might follow his devotees home out of pure love. The devotion of the people around me was contagious, and I found myself completely immersed in the divine atmosphere.

We then explored the other sacred sites of Vrindavan, including the Radha Raman Temple and the Madan Mohan Temple, each with its own unique charm and history. The intricate architecture and the stories behind each temple were fascinating. I marvelled at the devotion of the people who had built and maintained these temples over centuries.

Our journey took us to the serene Nidhivan, believed to be the place where Krishna performs his Raas Leela with the Gopis every night. Entry is restricted after sunset, as it is said that the di vine dance continues even today, unseen by mortal eyes. The air was thick with mystery and reverence as we wandered through the sacred groves.

During my time there, I completely immersed myself in exploring the essence of Mathura, Vrindavan, and their neighbouring areas. Each temple we visited deepened our appreciation for the divine love shared between Krishna and Radha Rani. We felt deeply spiritually connected, much like the people ofBraj. This place drew not only Indians but also countless foreigners just like me, all captivated by Krishna’s faith, divinity, and love. To experience this firsthand. Now, I was finally at ISKON Temple. As I entered the temple grounds, the soothing sound of kirtans filled the air. Devotees from all over the world were gathered, their faces radiant with devotion. The atmosphere was charged with an overwhelming sense of love and dedication to Krishna. Here, the devotees were completely enthralled by Krishna’s love-some dancing, some singing, some crying-all yearning to feel closer to Krishna. I joined the devotees in chanting and dancing, losing myself in the rhythm of the holy names.

Beyond the temples, I explored Mathura’s vibrant markets, where I discovered exquisite pieces of Sanjhi Art. These intricately crafted artworks captivated me, and I couldn’t resist purchasing some for my family. Additionally, I found beautiful clothes and accessories for my Laddu Gopal, adding a touch of devotion to my shopping experience. My visit wouldn’t have been complete without indulging in the delectable local cuisine.

I savoured the rich :flavours of the land that once delighted Krishna with his favourite treat, ‘Makhan’ (butter). I savoured every bite, imagining the young Krishna relishing his favourite treats. The experience was a perfect blend of culture, devotion, and culinary delight.

One evening, I attended a satsang where a scholar narrated stories of Krishna’s pastimes. The stories came alive with such vividness that I could almost see Krishna himself, playing his flute and enchanting the Gopis. The devotion and love of the people for Krishna were evident in every word, every gesture.

As my journey came to an end, I reflected on the profound impact it had on me. This was more than a trip; it was a spiritual awakening. The divine love and devotion I witnessed and experienced had touched my soul deeply. It became clear to me that for Braj, Krishna’s had never truly left; his essence lingers in the winding streets and narrow lanes of Mathura, Vrindavan, Barsana, Gokul, Nandgaon, Govardhan, Deeg, Sanket, Mahavan, Baldeo, Rawal, and other surrounding villages, forests and hills, all exuding his divine love and enchantment.

I returned to the USA with a heart full of Krishna’s love and a renewed sense of purpose. The echoes of “Radhe Radhe” still resound in my ears, reminding me that Krishna’s presence is always with me, guiding and protecting.

I now look forward to returning to this sacred land, especially during the grand celebrations of Holi and Janmashtami in Braj. The thought of participating in the week-long festivities, where colours, flowers, and devotion blend in a joyous celebration, fills me with excitement. Until then, I carry the spirit ofMathura and Vrindavan in my heart, knowing that Krishna’s divine love transcends all boundaries. What still echoes in my ears1s

“Radhe Radhe Kahoge Toh Aayenge Bihari.”

Radhe Radhe !

By : Saim Ronald

ISKCON Devotee