A Musical Euphoria

Nusrath Fateh Ali Khan, I hardly remember the moment that I saw this name first, on my TV screen. But since then, this boisterous and passionate lover of Qawwali has always created ripples of immense bliss in my mind, through his magnificent musical expertise.

I began learning more about Sufi music after that TV programme , started hearing more songs of Nusrath and found each of his works, incredible and exceptional.

In his short life Nusrath redefined Qawwali in a remarkable way of his own. On a fruitful merge of traditional music with the west, he performed several tracks that fetched the attention of music lovers from far and wide. This Shahenshah of Qawwali reached the zenith of fame in a short span of time, as the creator of a successful revolution in Qawwali singing. The magnificent blend of khayal singing and techniques with Qawwali, made his singing deeply appealing to many listeners. Even without much knowledge of many of the Urdu words that he used, I always feel a true and undeniable radiance of his singing, whenever I listen to him. The passion and fervor of his voice is undoubtedly terrific, that we too move in close communion with music, with God.

I would never conclude this by mentioning about his death, as he still lives in our hearts through his musical ecstasies.

The loveliest dream that I would always cherish would be receiving a gift that contains the entire collection of the works of Nusrath Fateh Ali Khan.

Piya rey, piya rey, piya rey, piya rey
Tharey bina lageynahee mara jiya rey…

Oh! I would love to hear that again & again!!!

A fractured friendship

A friendship for me is to treat people with a true & loving heart.

But being misunderstood by those, whom you consider close to heart, would be the saddest part of a true companionship. The worse part of is when the receiver perceives a wrong picture of what you say. Your feelings get hurt to the core, no matter the number of times you explain your situation. When it comes about a relationship which you preserve close to your heart, the depth of the injury widens.

I never have the habit of blurting out things, but become badly irritated when a person comes up with a wrong accusation about me. I blurt out spontaneously when I get terribly irritated by getting accused for what I have never dreamt about. It so happed with me these days and that was enough for a fracture in the relation that I had cherished the most.

Even when I know that I have not been the causative factor of the break up, and had tried my best to cope up with it, the pain of being misunderstood still remains, pricking my heart.