The Story of Bundu Khan, the ustad , the sarangiya , the man whose language was music and sarangi being inseparable part of his body and soul. Bundu Khan’s music had the power to make grown ups cry. For him sarangi was everything ..a Been , a Shahanai , a human voice and also a “kanhayaa ki baansuri” as he used to call it. He truly made Sarangi a “sau-rangi” or “shatarangi veena”. It so happened that ,he was BORN to Sarangi !
During the pre-Independence times, it was a common sight to see the engrossed Bundu Khan walking along the streets of Old Delhi, clutching his dear Sarangi, oblivious to the goings-on around him. If anyone requested him to play, he would sit on the footpath and blissfully play the instrument. Such was his frenzy for his beloved Sarangi, that he used to never let go of it, and umpteen legendary stories abound in the Old Delhi area about this soulful and child-like man and his other half – the Sarangi.
His story is something unique and magical ..a soulful man truly immersed in music for whom music was everything and Delhi a part of his soul. The partition shattered him.
“The Partition and its aftermath proved traumatic for Bundu Khan. This guileless man, ever lost in the abstract world of music and melody, was suddenly hurled into the glaring light of reality and time. He had hoped to continue in this country, but owning to his family migrating to the new country (Pakistan) in search of hope, he was obliged to comply. As a result he left for Pakistan after three years of the Partition. The Delhi AIR tried much to intervene to bring him back here, but travel restrictions made the job even tougher. Distressed and dejected, he died in 1955, a broken man, a tragically alienated artist. AIR apparently has a rich storehouse of Bundu Khan’s recordings. It is hoped that they would release these recordings for the benefit of music lovers and the younger generation of sarangi players.” – From the IndiaNetZone website