Academy of Indian Classical Music
Mishra, along with his son Deobrat Mishra, has started the Academy Of Indian Classical Music as a part of their Benaras Gharana Project to make classical Indian music accessible. The Academy aims to:
- Establish a school for the teaching of Indian Classical music in the traditional Benaras Gharana style;
- Provide scholarships to children to assist them in their learning of this musical style;
- Create opportunities for students and young artists to develop their potential through study and performance;
- Provide right livelihood for qualified and dedicated teachers.
The academy is notable for admitting non-Indian musicians including those from Europe and the USA.
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