I had a crazy weekend and Anand wasn’t well but the thirst to listen to some ghazals won over. I told myself Anand is well taken care of with dad and brother. I have no guilt in saying now that I am very glad that I went and honestly, I forgot that I had a sick kid at home. Dr. Roshan Bharti made me forget that I was a mom, wife or anyone else for those hours. I was just a girl who fell in love with Jagjit Singh at the age of 13. Listening to RB was all about me tonight. He sang everything I have heard before but every ghazal sounded so fresh and felt so new. He, very respectfully, gave those classy ghazals his RB twist. Each and every ghazal started as Jagjit Singh’s or Khan Sahab’s or Ghulam Ali’s but soon became Roshan Bharti’s. Slowly and lovingly he played with our emotions and took us on a different journey beautifully. All of us in the room were in a state of bliss. With each ghazal he showed how much control he has over sur and taal, the talent and the years of rehearsal was so obvious. But at the same time, he was so contemporary and confident in taking some liberty with playing those classical ghazals. It was like he exactly knew how his audience was mesmerized. He sang a philosophical one and in the middle without any warning he sang two lines of a classic Rajasthani folk so easily and then went back to finish that philosophy. I remember Jagjit Singh’s combination of “shayad’ from Ahmad Faraz and Heer.
Today we saw another side of a singer too, a father, who introduced his son to a brand-new audience. How proud a parent feels when the next generation takes over, we all want our kids to do better than us. I could feel the excitement when his son sang two ghazals. That would remain the highlight for me. The proud dad and talented son, the image is stuck in my mind. for me that remains the most critical aspect of parenting. to teach our own kids, guide them and help them navigate them find their own path. I so could relate to everything RB said to introduce his son and asking for wishes for him.
After a crazy weekend, the crazier week starts in my household. With Anand’s last week in high school, very important meeting deciding his next year, senior week for him and graduation on Friday and uncle visiting from India, Ajey’s internship begins I am not even sure how I will survive but I think I will be much better because I had “my” time tonight. As I was explaining someone how family, kids, work, responsibility and life take over,but music gives the much needed personal space and energy to be a better person.
He sang “ Tishnagi Jam gayi hoton par pathar ki tarah.
Doob kar bhi tere dariya se main pyasa nikala”
It wasn’t enough. Muzaffar Warsi wrote this couplet to explain what we felt last night.