Although
I cannot recollect whether I saw Mohamad Rafi in Lahore between 1942-45, he did tell me
that he saw me at the top of my career as a playback singer in the Lahore film industry.
He also told me that during this period, he was singing with chorus groups for a few
films.
Our first full
fledged meeting probably happened when the late Mr. Ghulam Haider, the famous music
director of the Jain-O-Phone record producing company of
Lahore and many Punjabi and Hindi films, had emigrated to Bombay. Due to his great
friendship with Pandit Amarnath, I also got to know him well and this served as a
continuity of friendship and regard between us.
Since Mr. Haider was
in a bigger Indian music trade environment, he easily got
assignments for music direction. I remember, he had an operation on his nose when I
went to see him at the Ritz Hotel near Regal Cinema, Bombay. After a happy revival and
talk about Pandit Amarnathji and family, Mr. Haider invited me to attend a rehearsal at
the Kardar Studios in Parel, that same evening.
I reached Kardar
Studios at the appointed time. There were quite a few singers assembled for rehearsals.
Mr. Rafi was one of the group. I think this was the moment when we were introduced by
other group members. Mr. Rafi was quick to remind me of his past recollections. His
extremely humble way of showing respect for my seniority, before all gathered, left an
impression of utmost respect and regard in my mind.
Time went by, and Mr.
Rafi, with his, ever flexible good voice and sensitively flexible behavior, did not waste
much time, in becoming the favorite playback singer of the film industry. It had been
observed that he would not disappoint any film producer or music director who would invite
him to sing. Whether he could pay or not. This created no problem for the generous Mr.
Rafi. At the appointed time, the song would be recorded to the satisfaction of the music
director.
The paucity of funds
in the film projects is a well established fact - it still is! It has been observed, with
some exceptions, that the majority of film producers are fortune hunters. As such, hunting
for money to produce a project, without a personal investment, invariably proves to be a
hard nut to chew. And talking about chewing, the chances of loosing quite a bit of one's
original teeth, is quite the norm.
In such
circumstances, a fortune hunter/film producer, keeps taking chances, hoping for a jackpot.
More often than not, he somehow succeeds in completing the production. The distributor
releases his contractual amount of money, upon receipt of the finished product. This money
is finally distributed among those who had cooperated in the project. This huge network of
open marketeers is a never ending thing. Fortunately for all those who have survived in
the business till now, the process is still alive and well. The artists, in order to
secure more business and survive, have to yield to such cooperative agreements and often
find themselves working for little or no pay.
Mohamad Rafi was no
exception to such wheeling and dealing. On the contrary, he understood the chemistry of
this business so much so that he proved himself to be the most successful
businessman/playback singer of the century.
Our friendly
associations on several recording projects, like the Barsaat Ki Raat Qawali by Roshan, Andher nagari chaupat raja, and ofcource my old friend O.P.
Nayyar's Qawali Ham ne un ke saamne pehle to khanjar rakh diyaa,
were very enjoyable and memorable.
While working in
Filmistan, I gave music in about six films. Rafi sang the main songs in all of them,
including the memorable duet we sang in Chand Ki Duniya
called Hoke rocket pe sawaar, aayaa aaj teraa dildaar.
By nature, Rafi was
very careful when it came to his voice. He was always on the guard, even when it came to
taking tea or any eatables. He would be in fear of somehow being a victim in a web of
jealousy and be intentionally poisoned. This paranoa might have some truth to it although
I was not particularly touched by such a situation, and thank god for that. But I am proud
to state, that he made me an exception. Whenever he came to my house at Juhu for
rehearsals, he would gladly take tea from my cup. Likewise, while at his house, he would
first pour tea in his own plate and then offer me the other half from his own cup. Such
good feelings are difficult to forget!
S. D. Batish
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