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<\/figure><\/div>\n\n\n\n\u201cDiye jalte hain, phool khilte hain,<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Badi mushkil se magar, <\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Duniya mein dost, <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Milte hain<\/em>\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Fate and fame are\nfickle friends which bring about other fair-weather friends in the carefully\nweeded nexus of Bollywood. The silver-screen has predominantly belonged to the\nsilver-spooned. And amidst the biz-buzz of the Khans, Khannas and Kapoors, the\nso-called superstars, we have supernovas like Sushant Singh Rajput. Sushant was\nan ordinary, a nobody, so to speak, in the film industry. He aimed for the moon\n(all puns intended) and got a few stars in his bucket. <\/p>\n\n\n\n But just think\nabout a young prince born to a Bollywood music legend. Life would be easy,\nright? Wrong.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Pancham’s life is\nan ironic transition from ruling turntables, churning out hit after hit, and\nthen watching the tables turn, as a helpless, hapless, friendless soul. A man\nwho was, at one time, offered film after film, sans daddy SD’s aegis, was left\nto rot like a crumbling, fumbling, insecure composer\u2013like a mutilated Mozart. And people say that the\nbiggies gate-keep just the actors. What made me tear up watching his\ndocumentary was the fall of this heroic composer, sans hubris; his only\nhamartia being so naive to the tactics of the big-bad world of Bollywood. But\nalive he was in spirit, and alive he is in his music. From his heydays of the\nseventies to early eighties and a solid smackdown in the mid-eighties, Burman\nJr. rose from the ashes, only to be one with them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n You can call it a\nprivilege, nepotism, favouritism, whatnot. But Pancham was a different\nball-game altogether. People associate Abhishek Bachchan with Amitabh Bachchan,\nthey associate Aamir Khan with the Hussains, they associate all the\n“strugglers” with their parents. But people, or more correctly, the\nyounger lot associates S. D. Burman with R. D. Burman\u2013”Oh! So he is R. D. Burman’s dad!” That’s\nthe legacy Bollywood’s wannabe stars need now. That’s a legacy to remember, for\ntime to embalm you with memories for a lifetime. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cTere bina zindagi\nse koi shikwa to nahi,<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Tera bina zindagi\nbhi lekin\u2026zindagi, to nahi\u2026zindagi nahi, zindagi nahi\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Pancham would have\nbeen 81 today. But he’s still here. In movies as well as music. Jhankaar Beats<\/em> (most notable for\nthe college fest-friendly “Tu Aashiqui Hai\u201d) is essentially a tribute to Burman Jr., a man who made everyone from\nschoolchildren to genial old folk, vibe to his beats. From “Aao Twist\nKaren” to “Piya Tu Ab to Aaja”, this man had it all. From\n“Musafir Hoon Yaaron” to “O Maanjhi Re”, he had the\nsensitivity. From “Lakdi Ki Kaathi” to “Mehbooba Mehbooba”\nthis man’s music is a guide to my childhood, and to my present years where I\nhave developed a certain affinity to mimicking him. I know I can’t perfect it;\nnobody can except him (and Sudesh Bhosle, perhaps?). <\/p>\n\n\n\n But that’s that and here we are. Left to where Pancham had lost himself. Left to modular music compositions. Left to hyper-mechanisation of music, an art which no one has perfected except perhaps the likes of Shankar-Ehsaan-Loy, Rahman and Amit Trivedi. Nowadays its all rehashing, ripping off old music. No doubt Pancham da did it quite often, but he did so inconspicuously, not in the cheap ostentatious manner of modern Bollywood music. I may sound like a harsh critic of today\u2019s music but as a Bollywood fan, I am eagerly waiting for the next wave of Hindi cinema music. A wave, of R. D.\u2019s proportions, a wave, creating an all-encompassing global synergy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n To connect the\ndots, Pancham was something of a supernova himself. Alas, that star died as\nelegantly as a phoenix unveils the fire within and without. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cKuch na kaho, kuch bhi na kaho<\/em>\u2026\u201d<\/em><\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" By: Karan Dhall UG’22 \u201cDiye jalte hain, phool khilte hain, Badi mushkil se magar, Duniya mein dost, Milte hain\u2026\u201d Fate and fame are fickle friends which bring about other fair-weather friends in the carefully weeded nexus of Bollywood. The silver-screen has predominantly belonged to the silver-spooned. 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