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Hum koi waqt nahi hain humdum, jab bulaoge chale aayenge...

This was probably my first encounter with beauty of words. Then I delved deeper and with each Ghazal, the appreciation deepened. The synonym of ghazals and nazms- Jagjit Singh passed away today. Its a life well led. One after another, i sifted through my playlist and couldn't decide which was the best ghazal...

It started with 'Tere khat' where i would find myself deep in thoughts of eternal love...What beauty!

"Tere khat aj mein ganga mein baha aaya hoon....
aag behte hue paani ko laga aaya hoon..."

and then it slowly found its way throuh 'Arth' and 'Saath-Saath'

As he would slowly conclude with "Kyun samajhti ho mujhe bhool nahi paogi," I would be filled with mixed feelings of if he is mocking at her helplessness or pushing her to liberation.

The urge of "Ek zara haath badha de to pakad le daaman, uske seene mein sama jaaye hamari dhadkan, itni qurbat hai to itna faasla kyun hai" the difficultly of grasping core urdu words overrode timelessness of the lyrics.

There was flirting with "tum jo saath ho imli meethi lagti hai, tum jo nahi to shahad bhi khaara lagta hai, tere chehra kitna suhana lagta hai..."

..and young expression of subdues realization with "Ishq kijiye phir samajhiye zindagi kya cheez hai..."

And the amazing part is how the man managed through riding on wave after wave of generation to others with equal xing...

I have burnt my player repeating " Hum koi waqt nahi hain humdum, jab bulaoge chale aayenge" I gasp and choke to think what can ever be more reassuring than this?

There are endless masterpieces-
A broken heart's melancholy in "tum hamare nahi toh kya gum hai, hum tumhare to hai; ye kya kam hai..

A distant lovers' story of "Tere aane ki jab khabar mehke, teri khushboo se saara ghar mehke.."

A secretive affair of "baat niklegi to phir door talaq jaayegi...." and missing someone in "Shaam se aankh mein nami si hai

There's my dad's favorite evergreen song "Kal chudhavi ki raat thi, shab bhar raha charcha tera.."

and endless yearning of "Hazaaron khwahishein aisi ki har khwahish pe dum nikle...

I am glad i have attended one of his live concert. His songs are truly mesmerizing. I wonder if it was depth of his voice or reflection of personal grief-but it is unparalleled.
I can safely assume my playlist of ghazals will not have any addition for times to come..

"Shaam se aankh mein nami si hai, aaj phir aapki kami si hai..."

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  1. well said dear.here r my feeling abt him -
    Shehed Jeene Ka Mila Karta Hai Thoda Thoda
    Jaane Waalon Ke Liye Dil Nahin Thoda Karte
    The people who walk out of your life irrespective of your tries to keep them. You try. You do the best you can in the situation to keep them. And it just falls short. Definitely times when you stop, gaze up to the stars and hope and pray that this better be a good part of the Divine Scheme.

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  2. Superb. . It's just like u penned down everything which s der in my heart about him .... Especially last few lines. . Love u jagjit ji. . Long live

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