Famous for his uncooked, energetic type of delivering conventional qawwali repertoire, Farid Sabri, of Sabri Brothers, misplaced his life to extreme pneumonia in a hospital in Jaipur on Wednesday. He was 58.
Reports counsel that he was unwell since final four-five days and his situation worsened on Tuesday night time. It wasn’t a case of Covid-19 however Farid Sabri had lung an infection.
Son of Saeed Sabri, the two brothers together with their father have given some of the nice qawwalis in Bollywood. Der Na Ho Jaye from Heena (1991), Ek Mulakat Zaruri Hai Sanam from the movie, Sirf Tum (1999), numerous stage performances each in India and internationally. Their works have been recreated by many others.
Singer Hans Raj Hans feels it’s unlucky to have misplaced an artiste. “Qawwali and classical music is a dying art and on top of that to have lost someone who mastered the art of qawwali is really sad. These days, songs have no content or musical notes; there are such few good artistes and they should have a long life. Artistes like Farid Sabri bring life to their surroundings with their music. The two brothers have a distinct voice quality, which is a rare blessing.”
Qawwali singing is a novel musical expertise and has hundreds of thousands of aficionados. Daler Mehndi says we live in such horrid instances when day-after-day we’re waking as much as information of death. “It is an irreparable loss. A good artiste is capable of bringing happiness in the lives of so many people and Farid Sabri was one of them. I pray for strength to his family and may he be in peace.”
To have identified somebody and misplaced him is sort of painful. As singer Kumar Sanu places it, “He was indeed a gem in our music industry. We have lost a brilliant and unique voice. I always liked their kind of rendition as it had uniqueness and depth that always touched my heart. I am sure many more people out there will agree.”
These are unprecedented instances however Farid Sabri will reside eternally by means of his songs. Art, in spite of everything, is without end. – Gurnaaz Kaur