Video

With my dinky little Samsung camera, I have somehow recorded some of the most profound experiences in my travels. Publishing each video individually doesn't seem to do the magic of the moment justice, so I have decided to create collages.

Because I am such a novice, and I am learning as I go, to edit a video of 6 or 7 minutes takes about 20 or 30 hours. You can imagine that by the time I actually publish the video, my mind and heart and soul is totally immersed in the mood of that place.

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Welcome to Vrindavan 
(published April 2009)

I remember that I had many issues of faith regarding the holy village of Vrindavan. But when I worked on that first video, Welcome to Vrindavan, sometimes I was brought to tears to remember the essence and beauty of this place, and all of the lessons I learned.

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Welcome to Mayapur
(published February 2011)

When I returned to India this past December, I visited Mayapur for the first time. With wide new eyes I strove to capture how I felt: humbled and stunned and inspired. This time I downloaded a new video editor and learned how to weave in an interview. I remember that for days and days, I would wake up thinking of Mayapur, all day I would think of Mayapur, and then I would dream of Mayapur.

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Welcome to the South India Yatra 
(published April 2011)

I recorded about 60 different video clips of my experience on the South India Yatra. Each one would astound me when I watched it, and I wanted to string them all together. But I kept putting it off until one day I listened the song "Hanging On" by Britt Nicole; immediately I thought of my spiritual master, Radhanath Swami. I looked back to the clip of him coming to the stage to speak on the Yatra, and that was it, I knew I needed to do this video. Adventure, love, and magic await.







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Voyage to India(published May 2010)

This last video is a slideshow of my photography in India, paired with the bansuri flute playing of my father, Maheshvara das. I have been listening to my father's flute ragas for as long as I can remember. Sometimes he would play to the full moon, or for the sunset, or to the stars. Often, if I was going to sleep, I would slip into the world of Vrindavan and imagine that I would be listening to Krishna's flute.

At the end I have also included one of his poems.