In another two decades or so,there wont be many of them left behind to proudly recount the stories of the Rafi era. Those who grew up listening to Rafi belong to todays old-to-middle-aged generations. Its no ordinary coincidence that Rafi had left us on July 31,31 years ago when the melodious mood of film music had just started slipping into the degenerative mode that only got worse with time. Sadly,someone who lent his voice to three generations of actors of all hues – not just the heroes – and has regaled as many generations of all kinds of music-lovers – not just film buffs,stands to be reduced to an idol who,like Mahatma Gandhi,must be recalled and praised as a ritual but need not be emulated. Its actually an expression of regret – about an entire generation being treated to something that hasnt naturally evolved or taken off from a glorious tradition of which Rafi was not just a humble bearer but also a great benefactor. This is not a cliche born out of an all-old-is-gold mindset. There wont be many,particularly among the youngsters,who would pause,reflect on and understand the likes of Rafi at a time when cacophony is passed off as music by so-called musicians and is appreciated as such by the new generation of listeners. These are,perhaps,not the right times to tell the story of a man like Mohammed Rafi.
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