Showing posts with label Qawwali. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Qawwali. Show all posts

Saturday, June 23, 2012

Rising Sun: Secular Qawwali Collection


Qawwali is generally, serious business. One need but listen to Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan or Aziz Mian for a few minutes to understand from how deep in their souls came their singing. If that doesn’t convince you spend some time at a live qawwali performance to experience the intensity and spiritual lightening that comes with this music.

But there is also a strain of qawwali that is quite light-hearted and even cheeky.  It deals with the joys and dangers of human relationships often in ways that make you laugh and roll your eyes at the imagery. The instrumentation is less classical and more jaunty with high spirited shenais, western orchestra instruments and even guitars.  This sort of qawwali is heard most often in films but also at marriages and public fairs.

Qawwals like Aziz Nazan and Yusuf Azad Qawwal are masters of this genre which also includes a few female (Shock! Horror!! Tauba tauba!!!) qawwals like Rashida Khatoon.  There is really nothing like this music. We talk of classical and light classical music. But secular qawwali is not really light classical qawwali. It is its own beast. It is really only the male chorus and hand claps that tie the two forms together.



            Track Listing:
            01 Chadhta Sooraj [Aziz Nazan]
02 Ud Jayega Ek Din Panchhi [Prahlad Singh]
03 Aye Akele Aanewale [Talib Hussain Warsi Qawwal]
04 Hamen To Loot Liya [Ismail Azad Qawwal and Party]
05 Malan Dil Mein Baasale [Yusuf Azad Qawwal]
06 Jhoom Barabar Jhoom Sharabi [Aziz Nazan]
07 Maati Ke Putale Kitna Guman Hai [Abdul Rahman Kanchwala and Party]
08 Kaise Beasharam Aashiq [Yusuf Azad Qawwal and Rashida Khatoon and Party]
09 Dekha Tamasha Lakdi ka [Yusuf Azad Qawwal and Talib Hussain Warsi Qawwal and Chorus]



Friday, May 25, 2012

A Good and Strong Heart: The Wadali Brothers

Maulana Rumi

Growing up, the world was full of rigid boxes upon which labels were plastered like baggage tags.  Hindu! Muslim! Sikh! Christian! The labels were used threateningly or apologetically or defensively.

The first inkling that the boxes were not as rigid as I perceived them to be came on a visit to Agra in the early 80s. In one of those absolutely unremarkable encounters that should be long erased from the memory, I found myself in the room of a cheap hotel. Sharing the room were a bunch of local people who I seem to remember as being our auto-rickshaw driver, his sidekick and a bearer from the hotel who had decided to hang out with us after delivering a pot of tea and some TBJ (toast butter jam, that staple of western breakfasts in India).

At some point the auto-rickshaw driver (or his sidekick, I’m not sure) proudly pulled out a picture of an elderly man with slightly closed eyes. “This is my guru,” he told me. He told me his name, “Pir So and so”.

“Are you Muslim?” I asked

“Hindu,” came the reply, “but it doesn’t matter. Pir baba has a very good and strong heart. Everyone comes to him for blessings. You come too! Many Christians follow him as well.”

His heart is good and strong! 
I love that.


As I write I’m listening to the Wadali Brothers sing some poetry of Ghulam Farid that great poet of the Punjabi soul.  His heart was strong and good too! For Punjabis, regardless of their religious allegiance revere him and hold his mystical poetry true to their own hearts.


The Wadalis are siblings. Puranchand, the elder was a wrestler who also had some talent as a singer even studying at the feet of the giant Ustad Bade Ghulam Ali Khan for some time. Pyarelal, the younger brother, was famous in the districts surrounding Amritsar where they lived, for playing Lord Krishna in the annual folk retelling of his birth, known as the Rasleela.

But so deep and mixed up are the folk traditions of Punjab that when it came to pursuing a singing career they gravitated immediately to qawwali the distinctly Islamic musical form of northern India.  Their career did not start well. They were rejected from appearing on stage at local musical jamboree apparently, because they didn’t ‘look right’.   Whatever that means I don’t know, perhaps the organisers of the festival themselves were not used to Hindus singing Muslim music. The Wadalis probably didn’t have beards or wear topis.  Who knows?

But a few decades on, and now moving toward the latter end of their lives, they are well established and loved for their kafi and qawwali singing. Carrying on the fine tradition of listening to and searching for the good and strong heart whatsoever body it happens to beat within.


            Track Listing:
            01 Tere Ishq Nachaya (Baba Bulleh Shah)
02 Aa Mil Yaar (Baba Bulleh Shah)
03 Sone Yaar (Ghulam Farid)
04 Ni Main Hune Suneya (Baba Bulleh Shah)
05 Bulleya Ki Jana Main Kaun (Baba Bulleh Shah)
06 Saval Morh Moharan (Baba Bulleh Shah)
07 Alaf Allah (Baba Sultan Bahoo)

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

The Source: Amir Khusrau (Fresh Link)

Ameer Khusrau


Hazrat Ameer Khusau was a phenomenon that just came off seven centuries ago. His was indeed a multi-splendored life of 72 years. A versatile scholar par excellence, Khusrau was  also a singer, poet, author who left an everlasting impact of his personality on whatever he touched.

His deep insight into Persian and Indian music inspired him to evolve and enrich Turko-Hindustani music: it acquired new facets. It assumed new dimensions.

His name is traditionally associated with the innovations qawwali, qual, qalbana, tarana and khayal, in ragas like Sazgiri and Farghana or their variations, in instrumental music, the sitar and the tabla, while in ghazals, he was the pioneer of Dogana (fusion of Persian and Hindustani lines into one). He wrote songs of sawan and of the parting daughter. He invented Do Sukhne, versified puzzles and Kah Mukarni. And because of all this Mir Khusro is still a name to conjure with in far flung villages of north India.

Born of a Turk father, a chieftain, and an Indian mother, Abul Hassan Yaminuddin Khusrau was brought up in maternal lineage. Khusrau called himself Turk-e-Hindustani and was proud of being an Indian. His love of the motherland filled him with a sense of fulfilment and pride which is so evident in his writings.

Author of five romantic masnavis (long narratives) in succession, he wrote them voluminously-18 thousand couplets on the pattern and theme of Nizami. He added five historical masnavis to the treasure of source material of medieval India.

Selections from his five Persian divans, compiled by himself, have appeared in five countries, namely Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, USSR and India.

Khusrau was a courtier and he held high positions in the courts of five emperors. He moved with the royal entourage and yet, was averse to blood-shed and flattery. He was a spiritual disciple of Hazrat Nizamuddim Aulia Chisti (1234-1325). The Chistia School of Sufism made Khusrau truly catholic and humane in his outlook. Therefore, in his normal life, he was very close to the masses and shared their hopes and aspirations, travails and tribulations.


The greatest Persian lyricist, Hafiz of Shiraz transcribed thousands of his lines and described him as Tooti-e-Hind (Songbird of India). European orientalists rated him among the world’s eminent poets. Iranians recognised him as an integral part of the history of their literature. He infused into Persian ghazals the amorous touch of Indo-Iranian music. Afghanistan owned him as Khusrav-e-Bulkhi, known as Dehlavi. His ghazals are sung in Soviet Asia and form a par of the curricula there.

While Khusrau could bravely stand the loss of his mother and youthful brother (1299) and continue to compose poetry, he could not bear the loss of his spiritual mentor, the 92 year old Hazrat Nizamuddin Aulia. He burst out with only one doha and later the same year, followed in the footsteps of his Master to the heavenly abode:-
            Gori Sove Sej pe Mukh par Dare Kes
            Chal Khusrau Ghar Apne Sanjh Bhayee Chahun Des

Dr. Zoe Ansari (1975) 

From the liner notes of this wonderful LP. Full of everything from qawwali to khayal by some of the greatest of India’s musicians. 



            Track Listing:
01 Dohe (Nizamuddin Peer Auliya /Chakwa Chakwi do Jaane) [Ustad Ghulam Mustafa Khan]
02 Bandish (Jo Piya awan kah gaye) and Sawan Geet (Amman mere baba ko bhejo ji) [Sudha Malhotra, Krishna Kalle, Dilraj Kaur and Pushpa Paghdare]
03 Ze haal-e-miskin makun taghaful durae naina banae batiyan [Mukesh and Sudha Malhotra]
04 Yaar-e-man beaa beaa (Ektaal) [Kankana Banerjee]
05 Mukarniyan [Vani Jairam and Krishna Kalle]
06 Raga Zilaf [Pandit Jasraj]
07 Raga Emen Kalyan [Pandit Pratap Narayan and Kankana Bannerjee]
08 Man kunt-o-maulaho fa aliyun maulah [Shankar Shambu Qawwal]
09 Aaj Ranj hai [Shankar Shambu Qawwal]
10 Dohe (Khusrau rain suhag ki Gori sowe sej pe) [Ustad Ghulam Mustafa Khan]



Monday, May 7, 2012

Truth from the last King of Delhi: Haji Aslam Sabri

Bahadur Shah 'Zafar'

Kyon Kaba-o-kanisht main sar marta hai tu….sargarm-e-justuju
Tu dhoondhta hai jiskho woh tujh hi main hai.…par tu hai bekhabar

(Why do you run from the Kaba to the temple in such a fevered search?
That /He whom you long for lies within you, but you are unaware)

                                          Bahadur Shah ‘Zafar’




Take that couplet of the last king of Delhi in slowly and deliberately. And then again.  And then again.

To help, here is some more qawwali from Haji Aslam Sabri.
           

Track Listing:
Bulaen Mustafa
Kya Haji Malang Ka
Roshan Ke Pekar
Shaidai Hum Yaar Ke Hain
Yeh Sab Tumhara Karam Hai