New Pics From India

so i am finally getting a little organized and back on track.  studio time resumes in a week.  in the meantime, i’m putting together the pictures from the india trip and even managed to clean my room today.  i couldn’t stand the dust and clutter.  mail in every nook and corner.

2007 started off a little bumpy.  landing back in america brought me back to a rocky reality.  i am doing my best to make sense of the balance in my life.  in the meantime, i flip through my india pics to go back to a place in my heart where i felt at home. 

the album is below.  enjoy…

We’ve Come To Take The Kohinoor Back

at breakfast on sunday morning, my aunt was retelling stories to me about british/indian tensions that remain in the UK til today.  particularly, she told me a funny anectode about how while she lived there, brits used to say to indians that they should go back to wherever they came from.  her friend would quip, "we’ve come to take back the kohinoor."

after my recent trip to india, and falling in love with my mother country all over again, i found the story poignant and in a way charming.  we, as indians, have a history that we want to own and in that owning, display our dignity - taking the kohinoor back might just help us do that.  my dear friend, anil, just recently posted an editorial on the "big brother" debacle happening in the UK now.  they put a bollywood actress, shillpa shetty, in the house and it seems her british flatmates have taken to throwing racial slurs at her. 

it got me thinking just how sad and confining history can be.  we indians are guilty of the same thing as the brits, only we do it amongst each other.  muslims, sikhs, hindus.  we can hold on to hatred we’ve never experienced personally, all because someone along our path decided that it was better to teach us hate, than it was to teach us love.  someone decided for us to let history imprison our hearts and in turn, we at some point thought that it was the right thing to do to carry around a lot of heavy baggage than to question.  i feel compassion for those weighed down by hate and prejudice.  there is no freedom in hatred and any type of hatred takes us all that farther away from God. love and peace.  the distance can be unbearable and tumultuous.

i get the need to reclaim the kohinoor.  it’s symbolically reclaiming your dignity, your faith, your culture, your peace.  but at some point, do we need to let go of the past and consciously create a brilliant present.  the kohinoor is such a beautiful stone, but isn’t love and freedom even more awe-inspiring?

I Want My MTV Desi

pretty cool…mtv desi covered my gig at the platform back in november when i debuted a few of my new songs from the upcoming album…enjoy!

Cycle of Life

when you come to india, the first thing you notice is the country bursting with life.  there are people and animals everywhere.  the cities are overflowing with breath and movement.  energy contained in some sort of chaotic dance.  and alongside the vibrancy is the stark contrast of the crippled, the aged, the sick.  still, a reminder of the cycle of life.  the juxtaposition of the full and the empty, the light and the dark, always confronts my american ease with taking life for granted.  it also reignites my curiousity of all that is spiritual and intangible.  of late, it has been the idea of reincarnation or of people having a history of more than what they seem.  let me explain…

today, i met a very young bharatnatyam dancer named jyotsna.  she is only 8 years old.  my american self would say she is a child prodigy.  my indian self would say she is a 40 year old dancer’s soul reincarnated.  most dancers spend a lifetime to get the amount of spirit and heart-centered emotion to come through in their dancing.  for her, it is simmering always ready to spill over into her audience’s heart.  at practice today, she captured mine.  what is of course most incredible is that while she is talking to you about ancient hindu mythology, it comes through the tenderness of an 8-year old girl, but with the depth and subtlety of a 40-year old woman.  there is no way that this is the first time she’s come to us on this plane.  her soul has made plenty of trips and i feel very blessed to have met her.

"jyotsna" is sanskrit for moonlight.  it is only appropriate that such a being has such a name.  she has gently illuminated a path for me to remember that life is cyclical and ongoing and that time is only man’s way of building a frame for understanding this earthly journey.