Once Again Words Lost Meaning…

11 Oct

Every morning lazy DG rises, turns her computer on and goes to brush her teeth. Nothing great about it everyone does that but the only difference is her teeth take thirty minutes or more to brush. With brush in her mouth she reads her emails, check GGTS and news. She wants to hate gmail for it burned her day. She hates how gmail displays the content of the email by displaying the first line, then why do they have subject? Sunny Jaggi of The Browsing Corner had posted on face book “Rest In Peace Jagjit Singh Sahib. You will be remembered and missed sorely. RIP always.” And this one sentence was flashing in her gmail inbox, rest everything just vanished from her sight.

Is it for real, if yes then for a minute DG did not want to know it. Just the other day as soon as she was online Sum pinged to tell her Jagjit Singh had an emergency surgery, her first thoughts went for his wife Chitra Singh and then she broke it to Rinky and within few minutes they relived two decades, their youth, crushes, dreams, hurts and what not…

DG was introduced to the genre of ghazal as a tween, a brother sister duo of a very musical parents sang in school solo song competition Rafta rafta who meri hasti ka sama ho gaye… she appreciated the song but the high nosed singer told her off, it was a ghazal not song, what did silly goose DG know. Then came aa yeh barishon ka mausam hai…, aap jinke kareeb hote hein… things were pretty good until she heard hontho se chhoo lo tum… there it was and all of a sudden every nook and corner of the city echoed it be it All India Radio or street Romeos.  It wasn’t any different from songs (in rendition) and if this was ghazal (not exclusive) DG was good without it. She had almost given up on ghazal then she realized it was not mentioned in the Hindi Grammar course, there were dohas (two liners), chaupais (24 liners) Soraths etc. but not ghazals. If it is not in the course work then it is forbidden fruit she’ll go after it. Oh yes, she has to be there…  She had just turned a teen with lots of bickering, authority defiance, time outs and grounding for everything under the sun, nothing seemed good anymore until one sultry afternoon her neighbor blasted Mera sagar sambhal lo… that was one hell of a voice and lyrics. She had no clue what it meant but it remained itched in her soul… thanks to youtube that she rediscovered it two decades later.

In those two decades a lot happened, high school, crush, second crush, Rinky, second crush, MK, college, second crush, MK, university, disaster called love and love marriage. Ghazal did make an appearance in our lives in high school but it was just few Ghulam Ali classics then an impasse until we reached college in separate cities. It is then DG dragged in A Sound Affair, Live in Concert, Ecstasy… it is then she learned about Sudarshan Fakir, Nida Fazli, Bashir Badr, Gulzar… yes, there were others out there besides Ghalib, Meer, Faiz, Firaq. All of a sudden ghazal was humable. Ghazal, a genre of high culture, forte of the rich and famous was accessible to underdog; this did compromise the quality and technique. DG the underdog was little too much into ghazals, it freaked out her folks (just few weeks ago dad confessed he was wrong in reprimanding DG for her ghazal and naat addiction; he saw Ghulam Ali performing on TV and he asked his friend to call later because he had to listen as it was his daughter’s favorite, yes, times, dad and DG have changed).

In those dreamy years it was Someone Somewhere that shook something deep within, a loss this massive that person looses voice to never ever return to something it loved so much. Then those ugly rumors of Jagjit Chitra separating, did those evil journalists had any consciences? Slowly a voice returned alone to the stage to raise funds for charities, a voice that was no longer as tantalizing as youthful yet at times it turned the soul and sometimes pep the young hearts by experimenting with music videos. By then DG had reverted to her standard classics yet Rinky kept dragging her to these youthful illusions, yes her non classical spouse gave her a musical gift and DG’s DH (read ***k H**d) gave it to his daddy.

The voice had achieved all there was with all the time at hand now could be used to give a chance to new poets and new causes, create new dreams in numerous teen eyes… Yes, the voice will be missed for it was a companion of tumultuous teens, tough twenties… An era has come to an end and so did our youth, Rinks jumped the box two days ago.

DG’s all time favorite jagjit Singh Songs

Dono ke dil hein…

Main Kaise Kahoon…

PS: Keep an eye on this post DG will post few more links to her favorite Jagjit Singh numbers.

DG regularly posts her favorite and rare ghazals and songs on gbuzz, join her on gbuzz.

 

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5 Responses to “Once Again Words Lost Meaning…”

  1. vishvanaathjee November 6, 2011 at p11 #

    What’s the matter?
    Long time since you posted anything new.
    Hope all’s well.
    Waiting for your next post.
    Regards
    GV

    @GV,
    Thank you for checking on DG. She’ll write to you on gmail.
    She is doing better.
    Peace,
    Desi Girl

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  2. vishvanaathjee October 29, 2011 at p10 #

    DG,
    This is my first comment on your blog.
    This is in response to your reply at IHM’s blog.
    I have replied to your reply right there.
    Please read at your covenience.

    I don’t know much about Ghazals and my knowledge of Urdu is rather poor so I won’t attempt making any comment on this post.
    I will wait for your next post.

    A suggestion: why not indicate a date along with your blog post’s heading?
    I plan to visit this site again at leisure and would be curious to know when exactly you wrote your posts.

    It is too late now to comment on your old posts.
    I will reserve them for your future posts.
    I am subscribing by email to receive your future posts.

    Regards
    GV

    @GV,
    खुशाम्दीद, खुशाम्दीद.
    Welcome to GGTS, a safe space.

    Sorry it took DG a long time to approve your comment (reasons you know).

    If you click on the post title it will display the date it was published, it is the template so there is not much DG can do on that front but she takes your suggestion sincerely and she’ll mention the date within the text hereon.

    Thanks for subscribing.
    Please share this message of hope with anyone who may benefit.
    Peace,
    Desi Girl

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    • vishvanaathjee November 6, 2011 at p11 #

      DG,
      I just noticed the words Khushamadeed in Devanagari typed twice below my comment.I did not type them and wonder how they got in.
      My knowlwdge of Urdu is pathetic and I only know the word has something to do with flattery which appears incongruous in this context.
      I am ignoring them
      Regards
      GV

      @GV,
      Khushaamdeed means welcome. DG welcomes you to GGTS many times over because we first interatced almost a year ago on Nishant’s blog and you never made it to GGTS so she says Khushaamdeed. :)
      As soon as DG started typing a response she had a medical emergency hence it was never completed.
      Sorry for the delay. DG sincerely appreciates your concern and she’ll be writing soon.
      Peace,
      Desi Girl

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  3. Pranesh Nagri October 13, 2011 at p10 #

    Fortunately for me Ghazal was in my syllabus as I studied urdu along with Hindi. Ghazal chedi us ne zara saaz dena, Koi umre rafta ko aawaaz dena. Jagjit singh was understood by me when he rendered the ghazal, Dairo haram main rahne walo, maikharoon main phoot na daalo. Then Aariza lab saada rehne do, tajmahal pai rang na dalo. Then there was Jagjeet who was a JAG-JEET.I did not experience crushes and relationships through Ghazals, I just grew up into adult hood. I needed food and I needed to bring up a family. But ghazal for me came washed with my sweat and fell in my lap the day I started learning Indian Classical Music. The most wonderful day of my life was when I was at the feet of my teacher and he was thus there after introducing me to Tappa, Sohar,Thumri,Chaiti,Faag,and ghazal too. Those days we did not have confusions in the shape of fusions, So I learnt pure classical music and till now no confusions about it.
    But truly after Mehdi Hassan Jagjit singh was one Ghazal singer whom world listened to with all attention. There have been of course, Munni Begum,Gulam Ali,and the great Begum akhtar too but Jagjeet was a ghazal singer who came , worked hard, shaped and reshaped and then he sung and sung and sung just the way the rose happens to be a rose , a rose., a rose.
    Thanx for letting me go back to a few moments in the past. May God bless the soul of this great singer the ghazal and bhajan singer the one and only Jagjeet Singh.

    @Pranesh Nagari,
    Welcome to GGTS, a safe space.
    Wao, you learned Indian Classical music. I have read some of your work on The Browsing Corner FB, it is beautiful. Ghazal came to each in it’s own way and time some languished in it and some ravelled in it…

    DG likes the later part of legend, when he enthralled audiances with classical bandishs. One of her favorite is Babul mora nehar chhuto hi jaye… though it is old one, he sang it in early 80s I guess.

    Peace,
    Desi Girl

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  4. FakeIndian BBahu October 11, 2011 at p10 #

    I am really sad , I am infact in a state of personal shock which I cannot express.
    Some how somewhere his voice gave me solace inside
    I wanted to attend his live concert , but kept on delaying as I thought my little son will not let me listen …and there I missed it forever

    Even DG never attended any of his concerts but his voice always remained around, a companion in good times and bad…
    DG

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