Projects – Chinmaya’s Work for India’s Environment Since 2004, Chinmaya has been involved with various initiatives to support the environment and rural peoples of his adopted homeland, India. His films: ‘Green Ragas’ and ‘Concert for India’s Environment’, are musical appeals for environmental caring, and aim...
Aug 21st Shamari Hotel, Kabul, Afghanistan Left Pakistan yesterday, after spending the morning in Peshawar and finding a nice chauda shawl to compete with J-Ps. Hopped on a crowded bus for Landi Kotal, not knowing quite why I was in such a hurry to leave...
“Life’s no joke, wondering where to go All by yourself up the valley Life’s a glue of what I’m about to do All by myself up the valley There’s lots of other types all juggling their hypes All by themselves up the valley” En-route...
2017 Nov 21st After a cursory inspection with Naveena and Koyal, I bought a 1968 Bedford Bus (NZ$23,000) fully converted to self contained home (kitchen with gas cooker, shower/toilet, woodburning stove, 12v fridge etc) which will just need hooking up to electrics and access to...
DELHI November 1994, My Dutch partner Sadhu and I are travelling from Pune to see the Taj Mahal and the Himalayas. I am bearing with me a precious new sarod belonging to my teacher, Shekhar Borkar, which needs some adjustments from the instrument’s maker in...
1979 India: A second sip of the Subcontinent Including ‘How I discovered Sarod’ Monday 26th March Ariana Afgan Airlines flies me over Istanbul (massacres in the streets, a coup d’etat in the making); stops over in Teheran (Shah just deposed, Iranian revolution in progress); and...
6th October 1973(Yom Kippur) I board a flight in London, bound for Tel Aviv, where I am due to help out on an archaeological dig at Caesaria on the Galilee. The plane makes an unscheduled stop in Athens and the captain makes a dramatic announcement:...
Early in 2013 I was living in the village of Assagao in North Goa when I chanced on a little privately-printed booklet about the village. I was immediately intrigued to read in it of ‚seven mineral-rich hill springs with healing properties, now abandoned and forgotten’....
From a journal written on the road between England and the East in 1975. I had just turned 20; my girlfriend L was just 17. Tuesday March 25th Leaving England on the 6.30 boat from Dover, stoned on the beach with L, watching myself watching...
