I remember an incident, a few years ago, while vacationing in Prague. We had just finished watching an opera by Dvorak at the magnificently grand Prague State Opera near Wenceslas Square, and were getting out. It had begun to drizzle, but not the kind of downpour we experience in India. Nevertheless, we stood waiting as so many others, crowding in the porch shelter. Suddenly there was the sound of a chant, Hare Krishna, Hare Rama. We were awestruck. It was a motley group of ISKCON followers chanting and dancing merrily in the rain. After Dvorak, it was the ecstatic seeking of Krishna, my favourite god after Shiva.