Nationality - Indian, Religion - Lata Mangeshkar

Subhash K Jha outlines his religion and recalls the day he met Her.

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Updated: Oct 01, 2018, 15:03 PM IST

Ever since I turned 5 or maybe 6, I have believed God lives in THAT voice. So many, many years later, it hasn't changed. To hear Lata Mangeshkar sing is to have known God. To have known her personally is to have found moksha far beyond any acknowledged religion can teach you.

I got to know her very late. For decades, I hero-worshipped her from very far away, like one does the Gods. If asked why I didn't meet her personally, I'd reason ridiculously, "You worship God, you don't shake hands with Her."

Or some such nonsense to explain my fear of meeting in person the God that I worshipped. Suppose she turns out to have feet of clay?

But as luck would have it, Lata Didi turned out to be as beautiful in person as she was in voice…Okay, maybe that's an exaggeration. No personality can ever match THAT VOICE. None at all. Not even Lata Mangeshkar herself. 

(An aside: which heroine is able to carry off Lata Mangeshkar's voice most adequately: Meena Kumari, Nutan, Waheeda Rehman, Madhubala, Vyjanthimala, Sadhana, Hema Malini, Sharmila Tagore? Answer: all, and none of the above.).

For years and years I trusted only my ears and continued worshipping the voice from afar. It was childhood faith. At 6, I believed the VOICE was without an embodiment. Just something created to assure mankind about the existence of God.

It was my dear friend Sanjeev Kohli, the son of the illustrious composer Madan Mohan, who arranged my first meeting with her, an encounter that turned into a kinship that has lasted for 28 years now.

I vividly remember my first meeting with her at the Shiv Sena Bhavan in Mumbai. She was supposed to reach in the evening at an appointed hour to rehearse for a concert that was being hosted by Anupam Kher. I met Anupam. But I didn't meet my God. She was unwell. She sent a message for me to meet her the next day at the same venue.

"I think she's just brushing me off," I told my friend over the phone. I could hear the sound of my breaking heart. My friend joined me the next day in Mumbai. And we both trooped down to Shiv Sena Bhawan.

I was convinced she wouldn't turn up. But she did. How do I describe the moment when I first met her? I won't. Because there are no words the replicate the way my heart waltzed into my chest. It must have been as magical for Meerabai when she saw Krishna.

The magic has remained for 28 years. I consider myself hugely privileged to have known her. I know of so many who just want a glimpse of her. Scores of people stand below her home, Prabhu Kunj on Peddar Road in South Mumbai, in the hope of catching a glimpse of her in the balcony.

I remember a friend texting me excitedly that she had JUST seen HER in her balcony while driving below on Peddar Road. I never broke her heart by telling her the devastating truth: Lata Didi never comes out on that famous little balcony of her residence where she has lived for 40 years, and where fans gaze in the hope of seeing her. But here is where I feel blessed. I've not only sat for hours with her in that cosy family home in Prabhu Kunj, I've also been privileged to see her room where no one is allowed to enter.

Once during our lengthy telephonic conversations I mentioned to her that I'd like to see the sanctum sanctorum. Many months later, when we met at Prabhu Kunj she remembered my request, "You wanted to see my room?"

And she took me to the sparkling neat little room, which I am sure none of her bhakts have ever seen.

Thank you, Didi, for taking me where very few have the honour of going, for being the only God I've ever known. Thank you for those hundreds of songs which have lit up the darkest of my days. What would I be without them?

Lata Didi, thank you for the music.

(Subhash K Jha is a film critic and movie expert)

(Disclaimer: The opinions expressed above are the personal views of the author and do not reflect the views of ZMCL.)

 

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