They hail from the legendary qawwal-bachcha gharana and it is said that it was set up by none other than Amir Khusrau at the behest of the great Sufi figure Nizamuddin Aulia in Delhi. Theirs is an unbroken tradition of nearly 700 years. The two brothers are very proud, and rightly so, of their ancestry. Like their style of singing, their dress is different too as Farid Ayaz dons a Sindhi cap and ajrak while Abu Muhammad wears a cap. Everyday details I get from Abu Muhammad.
#FAREED AYAZ QAWALI SERIES#
It has been a hard and uphill struggle but a worthwhile one as I gather from an extended conversation with them carried out backstage while waiting for a programme to start and I also talk to the two brothers separately to get a sense of their individual style and different personalities.įarid Ayaz has his conversation, as well as his performance, peppered with a never-ending series of paan and his fluent conversation tends to be learned, steeped in classical references. They created a sensation with their appearance in Coke Studio but it was not this programme which catapulted them to heights of fame, even though it introduced the timbre of their voice to a younger generation.
The two brothers seem to have taken the town by storm and have won innumerable new enthusiasts (such as myself) to the world of qawwali.
#FAREED AYAZ QAWALI MOVIE#
This time I am in the cinema hall and as the opening scene of the movie starts rolling on the screen, I am stunned by the familiar sound of Kangana and watch the larger than life figures of the two veteran qawwals add to Mira Nair’s film The Reluctant Fundamentalist, based on Mohsin Hamid’s novel of contemporary and not-so Reluctant Pakistan. Yet another qawwali programme by Farid Ayaz and Abu Mohammad and I know that this is an experience by itself, a soulful treat like no other. From the stage the two of them look at me straight in the eye, knowing well what must be going on in my mind, they move their hand and recite the next couplet. A loud alap takes wing and I do my best to hold tightly to my chair to stop myself from getting up and swaying in a state of ecstasy.
Sitting at the centre of the stage, he clears his throat and recites a verse from the Holy Quran before giving an almost imperceptible signal to his accompanists.Īll hands move to come together in a loud clap and my heart goes thump thump as if beating in unison with the uplifting rhythm. The stage is lit up and the audience waits in eager anticipation.
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