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Bongo the Munificent

Bongo

It was Saturday morning when I realized I didn’t have to smoke.

I, say! Haven’t got to smoke?

Haven’t got to smoke.

? ? ?

It was an ordinary ecstatic day in Dvaraka. Nobody had to work.

The man in the candy shop at the Zoological Garden was tying ribbons on candy-apples when he heard a crowd go by.

It was Bongo the Munificent

Who lived within the jurisdiction of Dvaraka-dhama.

He was a great devotee of the Sun god who gave him a jewel named Syamantaka. Whenever he put it around his neck, and entered Dvaraka, he looked just like an imitation Sun god. Indeed, no one could tell him from the Sun-god his-self.

He would tell everyone: Don’t drink. Don’t smoke. Give charity. And swagger on.

Everyone ran to tell Krsna, The Sun god had come.

Rukmini, Krsna and Uddhava were playing Chess

Sun God is here, Yasoda-nandana!

Krsna suggested to Bongo: Hey, I say, dear, Chap, you should offer that jewel to the King. The best of everything should be offered to the King. Sri Bongo Uvaca: No way, I am going to covet this jewel close to my heart and worship it for then it will sweat 140-pounds of gold/day and I shall worship god on a golden altar!

Good grief!

Whole Lotta a Dead People Maharaja Satrajit, also known, as King Bongo, let his brother borrow the jewel, and he and his horse got killed by a lion, who got killed by Jambavan who gave the jewel back to Krsna, who gave it back to Satrajit, who was killed by Satadhanva who stole the jewel, and was killed by Krsna who gave it to Akrura for safe keeping.. Whole Lotta a Dead People

Five to be precise

And the moral of the story is: Don’t wear expensive jewelry.

Give the Best to the King. Follow Krsna’s Advice. Give the Best to the King.