Known for his "frightful" baritone voice, Mehdi is attributed with bringing ghazal singing to a wide group of spectators. One of the best and most powerful figures in the historical backdrop of ghazal, he is broadly known as the "Ruler of Ghazal" or the "Shahanshah-e-Ghazal". He would have turned 92 on July 18, had he been with us.Mehdi Hassan Khan was a Pakistani ghazal vocalist and a previous playback artist for Lollywood. We also remember Mehdi Hassan all the more in this season as his birthday falls in the middle of the monsoon. Since monsoon has arrived in India, and when I interviewed him it was also the monsoon season, he sang: Baarish ke dino(n) mein kuchh zyada hi yaad aate hain/ Falak pe abra unki zulfon ki yaad dilate hain (I remember her even more during rains/ The clouds on the firmament remind me of her tresses). Simple to the core and a gentleman to a fault, the legend served me gur ki roti when I interviewed him. Rajasthani urad ki daal was Mehdi’s forte and he loved to have his favourite daal with chapati and gur (jaggery). He once tellingly said: Meri ibadat mein qatl ke liye koi jagah nahin (there’s no place for bloodshed in my worship). He considered singing as ibadat or bandagi (worship). A vegetarian himself, he loved to serve vegetarian delicacies to his guests. Not many know that Hassan was a supremely gifted cook in addition to being a ghazalgo (a ghazal-singer). And what he replied, quoting Pablo Neruda, stayed with me: “The pictures engraved on the heart and mind are pictures far vivid and livelier than those in print.” And then he added for good measure- Meri tasveer leke kya karoge/kho doge jab rooth jaaoge (What’ll you do with my picture?/You’ll misplace it when you’ll be angry with me). There was no photographer to accompany me to his place. He was all praise for Indian singers like Lata Mangeshkar, Rafi and Talat Mahmood among others. Rather, it was an informal conversation - betakalluf guftagoo in Urdu.Įxtremely articulate and succinct, Hassan sahab regaled me with innumerable anecdotes and experiences. I explained to him many Persian ghazals in Urdu. He told me that he didn’t know Persian but could enunciate the words quite comfortably as Urdu is a blend of Persian and Arabic words. He was surprised and then began to recite Persian ghazals written by Rahmat Ibtari, Sanai and Khaqani. I told him that my mother tongue was Persian. He wondered how I could speak Urdu even better than a native speaker. (Though difficult to decide, yet….)” Rafta-rafta woh meri hasti ka saamaan ho gaye/Pahle jaan, phir jaane-jaan, phir jaan ke mehmaan ho gaye… This was the immortal ghazal he sang to create an atmosphere of ease and cordiality.Īn interview of three-four hours followed and many a facet of his persona transpired. Tay kar paana zara mushkil hai, taaham……. Jo aapko sabse zyada pasand ho (Which you like the most). Kaunsi ghazal samaad farmayenge? (Which ghazal would you like to listen to? ), he asked me. He himself suggested that he would sing a ghazal as a warm-up to the interview. Nowadays, interviewers send the questionnaire to the person they wish to interview in advance and there’s a rigmarole of formalities that I’ve seen and fretted about.īut here was a man with no airs, no idea of questions to be asked and no haughtiness, generally associated with such greats. I’ve never been a star-struck columnist or interviewer, but to see him in flesh and blood was an experience that still gives me goosebumps. He was wearing lungi and kurta and had just finished his riyaaz. I went to his place at the stipulated time. It was indeed a divinely resonant voice that left behind the echoes long after the spoken words faded into the ether. But this was a different voice which reminded me of a line - Meri aawaaz ka teer, jaayega dil ko bhi cheer - from Mohammad Rafi’s song Sun le tu dil ki sada from film Tere Ghar Ke Saamne (1963). I’ve heard many colloquial and musical voices in my life and have been smitten by the tonal quality of those otherworldly voices. “ Ji, aap Mehdi Hassan se mukhatib hain” (Yes. An amazing baritone wafted through the phone to enter my consciousness. A day before the scheduled interview, I called him up. Mehdi Hassan was in Rawalpindi at that time and was working on an album of ghazals with the poet Ahmad Faraz. He arranged my meeting with the maestro and mailed me his address and contact number.
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