He was the musical Midas who transcended borders with the same mastery that he transcended genres
Mehdi Hassan is gone. His devastated fans across the globe will mourn the loss of a voice that ruled their hearts for nearly half a century, a voice in which Lata Mangeshkar said she had found bhagwan.
Mehdi Hassan was born in a family of musicians in the town of Luna of district JhunJhunu in Rajasthan around 1927. Rajasthan is famous for its haunting melodies and the expanse of the desert, which celebrates man's primal relationship with nature. Reshma is also from this region. Hassan's father Ustad Azeem Khan and Uncle Ustad Ismail Khan were well known classical musicians and it is said that Mehdi Hassan's first ever concert was at the Maharaja of Baroda's darbar when he was just eight years old.
With Partition in 1947 this gharana moved to Pakistani Punjab. A young Mehdi Hassan took up the job of an automobile mechanic, something that he was supposed to have been quite adept at. But within a few years, it was his musical talent to which people began paying attention, and by 1952 he was singing at Radio Pakistan.
Mehdi Hassan remained a prized treasure of Radio Pakistan for nearly half a century. I remember growing up listening to his film songs, ghazals and thumris on radio. The launch of television in the 1960s provided an additional platform to Hassan and some of his memorable performances are from those black and white days of television programming.
Hassan proved to be a musical Midas. Whatever he touched turned to gold — from the poetry of famous Urdu poets to romantic film numbers.
The quality of his voice, controlled over the melody and the flawlessness of his musical renditions turned him into a demigod of film music. I have heard Bangladeshis praising Mehdi Hassan; Indians of course love him, and even in places where Urdu may not be widely understood it is difficult not to surrender to the magic of Mehdi Hassan's mellifluous voice.
By 1960s, a special relationship between Mehdi Hassan and Faiz's poetry had emerged. For instance the deeply lyrical “Gulon mai rang bhare, baad e nau bahar chale” by Faiz is a well recognized ghazal across South Asia.
Similarly Mehdi Hassan's two other compositions, Hafeez Hoshiarpuri's ghazal “Mohabbat karne waale kum na honge” and Razi Tirmizi's “Bhooli bisri chand umeedein” are legendary for their composition and delivery. During his early career, he also popularised another Urdu Master, Mir Taqi Mir, and gave a new dimension to his simple, soulful verses. The best example of this remains “Pata pata boota boota hal hamara jane hai (Every leaf and every plant knows about my anguish”).
Judging by his repertoire, Hassan was the voice that connected the common musical and literary traditions of North India, which had metamorphosed into the bitter political rivals, India and Pakistan.
Noting the widespread appeal that Hassan's voice garnered, Pakistan's film industry was immensely enriched by Mehdi Hassan. At least for two decades he was the uncrowned king of the film songs, which were elevated to serious musical pieces simply by the magic of his voice. The two worlds of film music and ghazal rendition reinforced each other and even merged at times. For example two ghazals by Ahmed Faraz — “Ab ke hum bichre toh shayad kabhi khwabon mai milay” and “Ranjish hi sahi dil hi dukhane ke liye aa” — were rendered with extreme sophistication and mastery, akin to a miniaturist, for mainstream Pakistani cinema.
Folk genre
The other area of Mehdi Hassan's boundless forte was his innate mastery of the folk genre. In particular, Kesaria Balam, the eternal Rajasthani folk song and even the Punjabi Kaafi “Bullah ki jana mai kaun” are two masterpieces that will always remain timeless in their appeal.
He adopted Karachi as his permanent home; and this is where his family lives now. I was fortunate to be part of a first ever book project on Mehdi Hassan published in 2011. In my essay, I stressed how Mehdi Hassan is not a vocalist in the traditional sense but his extraordinary voice and command over music was reminiscent of Tansen's position in the age of the Mughal Emperor Akbar; and the latter's various courts in Fatehpur Sikri, Agra and Lahore. Mehdi Hassan perfected the presentation of Raag Darbari (associated with Tansen) and popularised it in ghazals, geet and film songs. His true legacy was the continuation of rich traditions and innovations within the ambit of Hindusthani classical music.
Mehdi Hassan fought death for many years. It was a losing battle. But his immortality is ensured. Tansen must be proud of his New Age prodigy.
(Raza Rumi is a writer from Pakistan. His writings are archived at www.razarumi.com. Follow him on Twitter: @razarumi)
Keywords: Ghazal singer, Mehdi Hassan





I am at my 60.I have been listenig to Mehdi hasans Gazals since school days.For a non -Urdu speaker to be spellbound by the melodies is somrthing beyond explanation.So universal was the magic of Mehdis voice.But it is a tragedy that because of political upheavles his wish to visit India could not be materialised at the end of his life.All the three subcontinental govts.should show exception for visits of such golbal personalities.Thgey carry passport of a particular state but adorned by all in the subcontinent.
Today all gazals are gloomy because they have lost their Guru, the poetry is poignant because it has lost the performer that infused soul in its meanings, the music is mute as it has lost a maestro, the melody is melancholic as it has lost its mellifluousness, and I am disconsolate because I have lost all that in Mehdi Hassan’s death. His death indeed has created a vacuum which will never be filled. But his immortalised melodious voice will always stay to please, captivate and mesmerize many in generations to come. Even at this time when the world has suffered an immense loss, I think we should consider ourselves to be lucky to have lived in an era where Mehdi Hassan moved among us in flesh and blood. May God bestow peace and tranquility on his departed soul.
The Ghazal King is no more.Long live the King.Yes he will live in my heart and soul till I breathe my last breath.His lilting voice has brought me peace whenever I was despondent.He literally wafted me to the heavens.I lost myself in his melodies.He brought a new meaning to my once soulless life.Nay,he gave me a soul.With his passing,I fear I may lose myself.But I steel my heart and say to myself that God perhaps needed him to sing for HIM.Now I envy God.
Please Email the Editor