I have understood life through your music Jagjit.. Thank you!

To the melody behind a song called life,


This seems to be the season of bad news!

Today, yet another icon Jagjit Singh has finished his job on earth; he breathed his last this morning, inflicting an endless eclipse in the realm of meaningful music.

I bought his first music in 1992 without knowing who he was, honestly.

A sole reason to do this crazy thing probably was to boast before my friends about my fetish towards an elite art which turned out be the best thing I have ever done.

While I listened to ‘Apne hoton pe sajana chahta hoon..’ for the first time - melody, literature, music and spirituality collectively stimulated my music taste by turning me out into his ardent admirer.

A naïve and a native South Indian lad who didn’t even had basic Hindi knowledge was suddenly placed before Mirza Ghalib, Firaq Gorakhpuri, Qateel Shifai, and Nida Fazli's rich Urdu and Persian verses - soaked in life, love and regrets.
Good music recognizes no language but connects directly to God. And I was suddenly conversing with the beloved, the god.

I saw him performing live, in 1998.

His rendition that evening began with Garaj baras pyasi dharathi ko.. which literally brought rains and thunders to the lawns, making organizers quickly shift the venue to an auditorium where I got front row seat, because of the rearrangement.
See.. how you connect!  

Short, short tempered but a very dashing Jagjit entertained us with a variety of poetry, that night.

He effortlessly strummed the strings of our pain and pleasure, all at once.

His voice had depth.

Only he could happily sing, a melancholy.

Only he could convey silence, through words.

While the event was over, life was closer to me than ever before.

From then on, Jagjit has been such an inseparable part of my life.  

When the markets tumbled, when a politician swindled, when the hopes dwindled, his one Jeevan kya hai was enough! In my good and bad times, his Ghazals have been my constant companions helping me either to consign hope on future and face it or bring the past and relive it.

Nandini.. the golden voice is gone.
This silence hurts, you know.

Join me one more time, in writing yet another obituary message…

Dear Jigjit Singh,

Feel like real music died its death today.

Amidst the bustle, your Ghazals render us the required stillness, retard the speed with which we run this rat race.  You get a credit for creating over million admirers who maintain their class and preferances without surrendering to Sheela or Munni, just because you are not here.

With you gone, your playlist has actually gone long.

There is so much clutter here Jagjit… go....hold some concerts in the heaven and remind those careless Gods to modulate the volume here or mute it. Make them understand as to why melody is a much needed attribute on earth.

I have understood life through your music Jagjit.. Thank you!