On last Monday, light has suddenly gone out of the lives of millions of Hindustani classical music lovers of this world. May be we have been so naïve in our belief that this light was immortal that we cannot reconcile to this seemingly sudden, inexplicable yet inevitable loss. The rays of this divine light have warmed our lives for so many years, that we are used to taking every opportunity to bask under them to soak in their warmth in the numerous winters of our lives.
I still remember the words of “Abhangwani” that first fell onto my ears, way back in 1980′s. Those were the times of my college days and we all considered listening to the western rock or pop music as fashionable and did not know that anything else existed. But hearing the “Swarbhaskar Pandit Bhimsen Joshi” singing ”Tuka Akasha Yevdha” suddenly gave me a feeling for the first time there may still be God somewhere in this world. After that has began the journey of listening to the divine performances, where ever one could or otherwise making do with listening to the recorded voice. But believe me, heard on an excellent music system, either is as good as the other.
His has been a lifelong SwarSadhana, bringing joys & enlightenment to the millions of the mankind. There are fairy tale memories about incidences throughout his life. Like the one about Panditji wanting to visit Ladakh. Mr. Yashwantrao Chavan was the defense minister then, so a visit was quickly arranged.
During a stroll on the snow clad mountains in Ladakh,Panditji heard his voice over a transistor. When he asked the person carrying the transistor, who was singing, he was told that it was the voice of “Pandit Bhimsen Joshi”. Such was Panditji’s reach and popularity that made people his “Devotees”. Some enjoying his Khayal gayaki, whereas others, enjoying the Abhangwani and most, like me, enjoying every rendering.
When I shifted to Pune to set up my business here, it was as if I was destined to be able to listen to him more often, mostly through the “Sawai Gandarva Music Festival”, which he organized every year in Pune for the last 58 years in the memory of his guru “Sawai Gandharva”. It is very difficult for a person like me, so completely ignorant about the intricacies of the Indian Classical music to understand what it is out of it that makes this music so divine.
Having listened to the various forms of music over so many years, I have come to rely on the yogic magic of the experience of listening to Panditji to bring me out of any lows that I may be experiencing, each & every time I have heard him.

I came across an incident from Panditji’s life in one of books written by his close friend, Pu La Deshpande. He narrates how the trio of Panditji, Pu La & Kumar Gandharva decided to drive down to Calcutta from Indore. He describes the spontaneous bursting into singing of the two stalwarts of music throughout the journey.
In style so typical of Pu La, he ends the narrative by mentioning that the atmosphere in the car had become so musical, that the driver too was trying his hand at khayal gayaki at the end of the journey.
For a person like me, so passionate about both driving and classical music, to visualize the heavenly treat of spending time with the three stalwarts, makes me envy the driver to this date.

It’s amazing how the sheer professional excellence of legends can influence us without even knowing them anywhere near personally. We can only take solace in thinking of ourselves as the lucky few, who had an opportunity to be a witness to this divine gift to the man kind. We should also thank the technology that allows us to treasure the sounds in our minds & hearts, to be remembered forever.
Prashant Deshpande





























