Kaun Aayega Yahaan
Ran across this Jagjit Singh Ghazal after a long time and decided to learn it on my Classical Guitar and try it out. Superb poetry by Kaif Bhopali.
Ran across this Jagjit Singh Ghazal after a long time and decided to learn it on my Classical Guitar and try it out. Superb poetry by Kaif Bhopali.
‎2nd tribute to Majaaz Lucknawi sahab’s Ghazal “Ai Gam E Dil Kya Karun (Awaara)” composed and performed by Jagjit Singh. One of the most poignant compositions of JS, mostly unknown to people. Die hard fans like my Father – of Talat Mahmood’s version from 1950s dislike this version. I think otherwise..
April was the month of recordings and this is my humble attempt at “Meri Ajab Hai Zindagi”, from the older lot of Ghazals by Jagjit Singh Ji.
My humble attempt at this immortal Nazm by Rajendra Nath Rehbar, composed and performed by Jagjit Singh Ji.
This is my 3rd Tribute Video to Late Jagjit Singh and his legacy after the last recording “Jeete Rehne Ki Saza De“. One of his most popular Ghazals that was penned by his life-long friend and a great Poet Sudarshan Faaqir. I tried to do it some justice although please raise the volume as it…
Majaz (pronounced Majaaz), who is sometimes called Keats of Urdu Poetry wrote Ghazals and Nazms that, if at once place speak of beauty and optimism and wit – create such a feeling of bitter despair that it leaves an ardent fan of Urdu Poetry like me and many others gasping for air. I have never…
For a change, here is a live performance by Jagjit Singh of one of his older Ghazals from the early 90s, Pyar Ka Pehla Khat. I think the Guitar improv after the first verse really put some life into the Ghazal. Click on the Play button to start the video.
Here is a Ghazal by Rana Akbarabaadi. Hope you guys enjoy it. . Here is the English version: Sunte hain ki mil jaati hai har cheez dua se Ik roz tumhe maang ke dekhenge khuda se Ai dil tu unhe dekh ke kuchh aise tadapna Aa jaaye hansi unko ko jo baithe hain khafa se…
From My trip to Balli Maran, 26th June 2005Gali Qaasim Jaan was wrapped in fading darkness. A few tattered curtains hung listlessly on some doors. Pigeons flew overhead and some kids fought over marbles. Somewhere a goat tethered to a threshold, bleated timidly. This was Balli Maran in the walled city of Delhi more than…