Ustad Bismillah Khan passed away today. A producer of melody of the old school and one with a child like laughter will be missed by the generations who listened and enjoyed his kind of music among whom I count myself.
I remember once watching a television programme in which he said, 'what is better than doing riyaz on the banks of the ganga, watching the crowds of Benaras and having the prashad of the Vishwanathji ka mandir'. This is truely an Indian character. Benaras is only possible in India - the dirt, the pollution, the utter chaos everywhere and amidst all that the sadhus, the gangaji, the cremation that goes on, the serene sights...there is no place on earth like this for its diversity, its colours, its festive air, its utter craziness and its amazing sanity to go on. I have spent a whole night on the banks of the Ganges in this city listening to recital of bhajans...music is a nerve that maintains this city.
Gangaji, Benaras and Vishwanathji Mandir will miss their favourite shehnai player and India, a true Indian and a Master. In deep respect to an amazing performer who have given me hours of blissful listening to a classical music that is fast disappearing. I strike off from my wishlist today a long pending wish to listen to Ustad play the sad tunes that he did only in the Muharram procession at Benaras.
21st August 2006
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I too remember a TV show where his relative said that the Ustad would ask, if he went to America, how would you bring along his Ganga to him. In my eyes, this is the indestructible Indianness that will still be found if only we have the eyes to see it around us and value it when we do see it.
In the last half a century or more, no one could think of shehnai without Bismillah Khan or vice-versa. It is he, who, in fact, gave a popular instrument the capacity and courage to raise to be admitted to the hoary company instruments of Hisndustani classical music globally.
A humble man, he believed that musicians were supposed to be heard and not seen. For him, the shehnai was his begum and he had made this a known fact after the death of his wife almost 14 years back. But his begum was not there at his bed side when he breathed his last at the Heritage Hospital in the wee hours of August 21, after struggling for life for more than 96 hours, exactly five months after after when he had celebrated his 91st birthday after cutting a 91 kg cake.
He died of cardiac arrest. The government announced a one-day national mourning in honour of the legend who had the rare distinction of playing the shehnai as the Indian flag was unfurled at the historic Red Fort in New Delhi to mark the country’s independence from Britain on August 15, 1947. He died without his shehnai.
But he indeed wanted his shehnai to be kept next to him. On August 18, when I along with my wife Neena and my nine-year-old son Aakash visited him at abpout 10 in the morning and enquired about his “begum”, the maestro with tears in his eyes said: Begum ghar par hain, mein yahan akela hun…
The legendary Ustad was born on 21 March 1916. His ancestors were court musicians in the princely state of Dumraon in Bihar and he was trained under his maternal uncle, the late Ali Bux “vilayatu”. He spent his child hood in the holy city of Varanasi, on the bank of the Ganga, where his maternal uncle was the official shehnai player in the famous Vishwanath temple.
It was due to this that Bismillah Khan became interested in playing the shehnai. At an early age, he familiarized himself with various forms of the music of Uttar Pradesh, such as thumri, chaiti, swanti etc. Later he studied Khayal music and mastered a large number of ragas.
For the Ustad, music, sur and namaz were the same thing. His namaz was the seventh suddh and five komal surs. Even as devout Shia, khan sahib was a staunch devotee of Saraswati, the hindu goddess of music.
For the man who took the shehnai out of the wedding processions and naubat-khaanaas - as he brought it to the centre-stage of classical respectability, his instrument was also his Quran. Where others see conflicts and contradictions between music and religion, he saw only a divine unity.
Once Ustad had said “We reach Allah in different ways. A musician can learn. He can play beautifully. But unless he can mix his music with religion, unless he strives to meet God, he will only have kalaa (art) but no assar (mystical union). He will always stand at the ocean and never reach the heights of purity.”
During the compilation of a book -Monograph On Ustad Bismillah Khan - we met several times and spent several hours with him, his family members at his house and also on the bank of the river Ganga. He had a strong feeling and regard for the people, especially the women of Mithila (north Bihar) region.
On January 26, 2006 when we met him to show the ornamental issue of the monograph (brought out to financially protect the musicians and artists) he said; “Alham Dullillah (Allah at last inspired you to accomplish a good work.)” and asked our son to give a pen. Then he wrote: ‘Alham Dullillah, Bismillah Khan” and asked us to publish it on the cover page of the monograph.
Bismillah Khan had played his shehnai in Afghanistan. Europe, Iran, Iraq, Canada, USA, USSR, Japan, Hong Kong and almost every capital city across the world. The Government of India bestowed on him the title Padmashri, Padma Bhushan, Padma Vibhushan and Bharat Ratna for promotion of shehnai globally. He though felt that he had barely reached the shore after 91 years and his search was still incomplete.
On March 25, 2006 for the first time, he had celebrated his birthday with such fanfare four days after his actual birthday due to serial blasts in Benaras. He had then said “Meri antim khwahish aap log pura karen. Mujhe India Gate par bajana hai. India Gate hamara hai. Jab India Gate par Bismillah Khan ki Shehnai bajegi to puri Dilli ruk jayegi. (You will fulfil my last wish of performing at India Gate where Bismillah Khan will play Shehnai and the whole Delhi will stop to listen).”
A month later, we got the permission of the Government of India and went to his place to invite him. By that time he had fallen ill. We had to extend the date from July 15 to August 9, 2006. But he was still unwell. When we reached Heritage hospital on August 18, he inquired about the programme and said: “Thora kamzor ho gaya hun….dekho in logon ney kya kar diya hai…..mein jald theek ho jata hun phir tumharey sath Dilli chalunga aur India Gate par shehnai bajaunga. (I have become weak…see what these people have done…I will get well and will accompany you to India Gate.)” Alas!
Until Ustad Bismillah Khan burst upon the center-stage of Indian music with his strange little instrument at the All-India Music Conference in Calcutta in 1937 at the age of 20, the shehnai was considered an instrument reserved for wedding processions or Hindu religious rituals.
“I was never interested in studies. While others were at their books. I used to sneak out and play marbles or blow on Mamu’s shehnai. He always knew I would be a shehnai-player,” the Ustad had said.
Many people say Bismillah Khan did not groom a disciple although he taught students when he had the time but there was no special heir. But, of his six sons (Mehtab, Nayyar. Hussein, Famin, Kazim, and Nazim) Mehtab and Nayyar play good shehnai. It may be mentioned that when Ustad Bismillah Khan played shehnai with his elder brother Samsuddin Khan, he always played down his own part as he did not wish to overshadow his brother. “Even though I have the ability, I must always remember that he is my elder brother,” he had said with humility and modesty.
On August 19. when I inquired who will continue the tradition of shehnai, Ustad smiled lying on his hospital bed and said: “Mehtab aur Nayyar bahut achcha bajatey hain…… riyaaz karna hoga…. dam aur shudh dono sadhna hoga…… Insha Allah. (Mehtab and Nayyar play very well… they must do practice…breath and purity has to be attained… Inshallah).”
We pray his legacy lives on.
Shivnath Jha is a journalist who has compiled a monograph on Ustad Bismillah Khan. He also helped found a trust to carry the legacy of Ustad and runs a blog on his life.
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