THE SOUL OF ROHI
by Dr. Manzur Ejaz
Note for WoP readers: In the days we had the one and the only PTV, a government monopoly, I once switched on my set and there, outpoured a voice that almost bewitched me. The voice keeps on resonating into my ears ever since.
The voice was late Pathany Khan’s —the maestro was singing one of his famous kafis, a voice to which I was introduced that very day and have remained under its spell then and now. Pathanay Khan used the same genre i.e. of kafis and ghazals during his whole life career. To say career though is a totally misguiding word for late Pathana was miles away from what we call the career ambitions. He was a darwesh and lived a darvesh the whole life. One example of what this darwesh thought of worldly benefits:
Late Zulfikar Ali Bhutto, then prime minister of Pakistan, once invited Pathany Khan to Islamabad for a private performance. When Pathanay sang " Dillerhi Luti Taiin Yaar Sajan,
Kadi morh maharan te wal a watan", Bhutto broke into tears.
After the programme, the prime minister asked Pathanay Khan three times if he had any desire. Each time the singer’s reply was, "Bhutto Sahib, aap ko gharib awaam ki parat ho" (Bhutto Sahib, take care of the poor). At this, Bhutto hugged Pathanay Khan and said "I will surely take care of the poor".
During my professional career when I used to travel long distances, from one end to the other end of Pakistan, driving all to myself, with Pathanay Khan singing either this or that from Khwaja Farid’s Kafi I never felt tired, never did I feel the rigour of the terrain or drive fatigue, Pathany’s voice was always with me to make me forget all stress and the hazards if any on then terribly dangerous roads of Pakistan.
Its to the memory of the same Pathanay Khan, that writer Manzur Ejaz pays a rare tribute today, tribute to a person that many who knew him personally should be remembering him as a great singer but a greater man. They have happy memories of his singular kindness, his dislike of social inequalities and snobbery, utter contempt for monetary values in human relationships In the changed times and tastes, evaluating the merits of his unique voice, the ring of spirituality is neither done nor possible.
We live in an age when pop music, titillation, bare flesh, crooning, loud orchestra accompanying play back singing have come in a tidal sweep obliterating the memories of those good days when men had so much spirituality combined in their day to day life. To transport Pathanay Khan from that era into the present one and evaluate him from the standpoint of the present generation and its preferences is an act of violence which I must refrain from but let’s not forget celluloid immortality is not historical immortality and Pathana’s voice is historically immortal, it will live with us forever.. [Nayyar]
A VOICE THAT WILL NEVER DIE
I don't remember if it was spring, summer, fall or winter when I first heard Pathanay Khan's rare recording in late Mian Aslam Ranjha's music library. That was the best collection of rare music in Lahore and I don't think anyone has matched it even today.
Sense of time and space vanished when I was half way through Pathanay's first kafi Bay rang ranwal deketey. I had gone to Mian Sahib's residence with the poet Najm Hussain Shah, widely known as 'Shahji'. After that day, Shahji and I were frequent visitors to Mian Sahib's house in Pakki Thathi, behind Samanabad. Then Pathanay Khan of Kot Addu was unknown outside the Saraiki belt and had earned some fame for singing Bulleh Shah's kafi Cheena inj sharinda yar on radio in Multan. It was Mian Aslam Ranjha who introduced Pathanay Khan to our group -- and to Lahore -- and then through Mushtaq Sufi's programme on PTV he was on his way to fame in Pakistan.






