Somnath Batabyal Occidentally Yours   In Glastonbury: Riding with BB King, U2, Paul Simon… By Somnath Batabyal It was a little past midday. The gentle drizzle that had slowly, surreptitiously started almost went unnoticed by the fifty thousand or so of us that had gathered. On stage an old man, a very old man, had just hobbled on. He raised one arm to the crowd, his left, fist clenched. Someone gave him a guitar and helped him sit. With the first twang, an old remembered tune, we roared to life. B.B. King, ladies and gentlemen, at the age of eighty. And yes, he had his Mojo working. The...