The word ‘Music’ in itself is melodious. It’s doubtful that you can recall which was the first song, ghazal or singer that mesmerized you, but if you do remember then I can bet that song has made a special place in your heart of the hearts – never to go away ever.
When I was a child of 6 or 7 something, living in a small town. Like all other children had my own set of naughtiness and the love for ‘music’. We had an old record player with lots of LPs and EPs. Now my father quite frequently had to go Lucknow, the capital of the state for his official work, he was in government service. The news that papa will be going to Lucknow was always a joy to me. The happiness was so overpowering as if it had jumped into me and won’t let me do anything not even let me go out to play with my friends. The only thing that it allowed was to wait for the late hour when my father would return.
It was about 9pm when my father returned and then the excitement of knowing which record has he bought this time was unthinkable. This particular night the rickshaw was loaded with three big cartons. All had inscribed on them HMV.
“Go and sleep”! It was that tone of voice of my father which meant you are not supposed to say anything “We will open these boxes tomorrow morning”.
Finally in the morning sitting in a corner of the living room with eyes wide open I saw the unpacking of those three boxes. When everything was set we had our new “Stereo” record player. The new LP that father had this time put to play.
The ‘Voice’ that entered into my ears was a voice I had never heard ,but, that voice was so intoxicating that I felt drowned in the sea of melody. The LP was “The Unforgettables” and the singer “Jagjit Singh”. No one knows this not even me when the singer became a part of me and that the love I developed for the voice was something that will part with me only when I leave this world.
Time kept moving and with it the number of Jagjit Singh’s records kept increasing. Then the era of audio cassettes arrived. The cassette player was mostly playing one or the other of Jagjit’s cassettes. Had I not heard Jagjit Singh in my life, I would’ve never become a lover of Ghazals. To me Ghalib is another name of Jagjit Singh so are the names of others like Nida Fazli, Sudarshan Fakir. Please don’t mind but it’s a fact that I know, these poets and others only because Jagjit ji gave a voice to their writings.
Later I shifted my base to New Delhi. The morning paper gave me the news that he is coming to Delhi and will be singing live. I don’t remember from where I managed the funds to buy the ticket but I did. Then in Siri Fort auditorium I heard ‘the voice’. It was, as if a person made of velvet with a velvet vocal cord was spreading threads of silk thru his voice covering the entire auditorium. And that tied me even closer.
It was February 26, 2011 a program was organized to celebrate his 70th birthday and to commemorate completion of 50 years that Jagjit Singh (Padma Bhushan) had given to the music. He had with him on stage Gulzar sahab (Padma Bhushan) Nritya Samrat Pandit Birju Maharaj (Padma Vibhushan) to honour him. I remember Gulzar sahab’s emotional speech about him and then the documentary that was screened showing his carrier. I had tears in my eyes.
Never knew that this is the last time that I am going to see him. I think it was his last concert here in New Delhi.
Seven months passed Delhi mornings had started showing signs that winter is setting in. Winter, a weather that Delhiites love, is also the time when most of the cultural activities happen here. In short it was time that I knew that Jagjit ji will be performing soon. But the news that he has left us for heaven that the 10th October 2011 gave that I could only say…
I’ll live with a misunderstanding for some days
I’ll meet you in your songs for some days
The news has just arrived and is too fresh
I’ll assume it to be a rumour for some days
Not a single day has gone when I don’t listen to his voice and there won’t be any in future too. Jagjit Singh is still sitting in that vary place within the heart of the hearts of that 6 year old child – never to leave him.
With love to my dearest Jagjit Singh Ji
Now I know where the inspiration comes from 🙂 🙂 He indeed is a legend 🙂
अपनी पूरी सोच को जिस तरह समर्पित किया है,वह काबिले तारीफ है
Zindagi tujhse har ek saans pe samjhauta karoon ,
Shauk jeene ka hai magar itna to nahi .
Favourite sher of YOUR JAGJIT JI .
..Jagjit was a singer who rules unbound…we all started listening from child hood…Kaghaz ki Kashti wo baarish Ka paani….with a voice which imprinted the sounds in our memory….I know he will live longer in our hearts…his memory ‘his voice is a treasure..for all..May he rest in peace…LoveYouJagjit..
great tribute to jagjit singh …………
You’ve written every word from ‘Dil Se ‘ …so beautifully , so sincerely .. so many people like ..love …worship Jagjit ..you have given a voice to sentiments of all those who feel the way you feel … so thankyou ..
Keep it Up ..
Bahut umda lekh likha hai aapne uss shaks ki yaad mein jo hamare beech mein hain bhi aur nahi bhi. Unki aawaaz hamesha hi hamare saath hi rahegi. Yeh meri bhi khush naseebi hai ki kuch arrse pehle unse baat karne ka mauka mila tha mujhe. Unki mausiki ki jitni baat karein utni hi kam hain.Unki awaaz ki woh kashish aaj bhi dil mein goonjti hai. JAGJIT SAHAB JAHAN BHI HAIN KHUDA UNHE SALAMAT RAKHEIN AUR UNKE PARIVAAR KE UPER APNA SHAVKAT BHARA HAAT RAKHEIN.
He was and he is the one who gave words life …. you have spread a yarn of delicate memories which reveberates to similar growing familiarity with this legend. My friends used to tease me as an outcast as I one point I only listened to him day in an day out… It was a dream come true when I met him a few months after I got married and came to the US and his concert was my first here. Arup, after seeing my state during the show, asked me right after if I wanted to meet Jagjit ji and jumped up and down like a kid, finally mustering enough courage to tell him that …”please could we..” he just whisked me through the crowd and wishpered that he heard the security ay that Jagjit ji was coming out of the back stage onto the alley where his ride was parked and he would briefly meet few of his fans…We then went into the dark alley and hung by the door in the cold winter night. I clung close to Arup thinking if this was such a good idea after all.. minutes turned into hours, we stood there and the door creeked open and in the dim light I could see the silhouette of the icon who made me fall in love with poetry all over again. Luckily only a few of us had braved the cold, so I could get his blessings and speak to him for quite some time……I shall always cherish his autographed golden CD collection….
Thanks to you, I could relive that moment again … you have penned down very well and I like how ur words could evoke a sense of belongingness, a common thread that binds us all .. His music, his words ….Immortal and timeless, we are very lucky to have seen him in person 🙂