Uttamasloka : Prabhupada, along with devotees and people from the Indian community, attended a function at an Indian family's home. During the kirtan, Prabhupada sat on the couch and chanted while I played the mridanga. My four year-old son was there with his little wooden drum, but he was standing, gawking at Prabhupada. Prabhupada indicated that he should play his drum, and so Radha Gopinath started playing. The kirtan ended, and everybody thought that Prabhupada would speak, but he said to Brahmananda, "You speak." Brahmananda was shocked. After all, who wants to speak in front of the spiritual master? It's unnerving. Brahmananda stood up, stuttered, fumbled, and said something philosophical. I was thinking, "Ha ha. It's a good thing I'm not a sannyasi, because if I were, I'd be in trouble. He'd probably ask me to speak." Brahmananda sat down, and Prabhupada looked at me and said, "Now you speak." I almost froze to death. I was in shock. I sat there and thought, "Oh, my God," and he said, "Stand up." I stood up. I was in some kind of vacuum. I spoke and hoped it was transcendental. Nobody laughed, which might not have been good because usually people laugh when I speak. Later on we were having prasadam, and I said, "Prabhupada, do you mind if we chant bhajans while you eat?" He said, "No, not at all." I said, "Prabhupada, do you have any favorite melodies for Hare Krishna?" He said, "Oh, yes." I said, "Which one?" He said, "All of them."