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Gandharva Mahavidyalaya, New Delhi was established in 1939 by Padma Shri Pt. Vinaychandra Maudgalaya from the Gwalior gharana and his younger brother Pt. Vipinchandra Maudgalya. They were assisted by their younger brother Sh. Pramod Mudgal who is member of the Akhil Bhartiya Gandharva mahavidyalaya advisory board. It was Initially established in Prem House, Connaught Place, New Delhi and also branched out in old Delhi at Kamla Nagar near Delhi University. This was headed by Pt. Vipin Chandra Maudgalya, and was functioning as Delhi branch of Gandharva Mahavidyalaya till 2003. In 1972 The new building in Deen dayal Upadhyaya Marg was estabalished and it now headed by Pt. Vinay Chandra Maudgalaya's son Pt. Madhup Mudgal since 1995. It has over 1,200 students and a faculty of 60 teachers. The Kamla Nagar branch now runs as an independent Institution called 'Chaturang Sangeet Sansthan' Affiliated to Akhil Bhartiya Gandharva Mahavidyalaya, Miraj and it's been run forward by Sh. Anupam Mudgal and smt. Indu Mudgal. Gandharva Mahavidyalaya has also been organizing the annual "Vishnu Digamber Festival" in Delhi, for many years now. There is no branch of Gandharva Mahavidyalaya, New Delhi elsewhere in Delhi. It is affiliated to Akhil Bhartiya Gandharva Mahavidyalaya, Miraj.
The Mahavidyalaya is guided by a Music Advisory Board composed of top ranking learned and veteran musicians of India.
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