While he was still in his teens, his father sent him on a pilgrimage with a wandering monk named Chidambaranatha Yogi to gain musical and philosophical knowledge.

And I remember this plan, born out of frustration from a kid who kept calling me Yogi, then pointed at my tummy and said, Too many picnic baskets.

Looking back at what we have achieved, it seems that we have taken the advice of Yogi Berra, one of the great legends of the City of New York, who said When you come to a fork in the road, take it!

And then pretty soon they started throwing rocks and stones at him it wasn't Chautauqua, it was some other town because they saw a demented looking, scrawny looking yogi man, like some kind of hippie, with a bleeding leg and a rotten dog on his shoulder, shouting that the future Buddha had come.