I have never had a great liking for ghazals. Many years ago, as a teenager doing my engineering, I discovered Jagjit Singh in a hostel room in Dharwad.
It was in my second year of engineering course and one of my roommates (we were three to a room) had purchased a cassette of Jagjit Singh, Love is Blind. I had made fun of him asking him whether he didn’t find anything better. But believe it not, I became an addict of this album right from day one.
And so it was that I must have spent about a year with this album. Then one fine day, the cassette met its death from constant wear and tear.
I have been searching for it since almost 12 years.
And one fine day, twelve years on, I found the album I was so eagerly searching for. While listening to Kabhi khamosh baithoge, Tum ye kaise, Samajhte the, Aaj hum bichde hai, memories of another day came back.
I do appreciate that Jagjit Singh is a world renowned ghazal singer and that he has various albums to his name, all bestsellers. But for a teenager it was Love is Blind.
It was in my second year of engineering course and one of my roommates (we were three to a room) had purchased a cassette of Jagjit Singh, Love is Blind. I had made fun of him asking him whether he didn’t find anything better. But believe it not, I became an addict of this album right from day one.
And so it was that I must have spent about a year with this album. Then one fine day, the cassette met its death from constant wear and tear.
I have been searching for it since almost 12 years.
And one fine day, twelve years on, I found the album I was so eagerly searching for. While listening to Kabhi khamosh baithoge, Tum ye kaise, Samajhte the, Aaj hum bichde hai, memories of another day came back.
I do appreciate that Jagjit Singh is a world renowned ghazal singer and that he has various albums to his name, all bestsellers. But for a teenager it was Love is Blind.
