Every mighty oak tree was once a nut that stood its ground, they say. For eight years, Krishnadas has diligently occupied his spot at one of Mumbaiâ€™s busiest intersections â€“ Juhu Circle. Standing there every morning and evening, he was faced with his fair share of naysayers. In different words, these detractors all said the same thing â€“ â€œKrishnadas is wasting his time."
My family named me Krishna Avatar. I was born as a Hindu in Moradabad and spent my childhood in Uttarakhand. I lived what most would consider a perfectly ordinary life. However, within me I had an acute sense of how people often donâ€™t do what they think would be wise. This started to greatly concern me when I saw my beloved family members act without love for each other. I left home in 1984 and moved to Gangotri, Uttarakhand.
There, I studied every religion I could. It soon occurred to me that there were a lot of similarities. The basic teachings of every religion are the same â€“ truth, love, and compassion. It was an obvious recurring theme across every religious text.