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      us on both sides of the India-Pakistan border, who seek common roots and 
      heroes, building a Rafi Memorial at Kotla Sultan Singh must be an 
      essential item on our agenda for the future 
 Kotla Sultan Singh (tehsil and district Amritsar) is the third village on 
      a metalled road which branches off perpendicularly on the opposite side of 
      a shadighar (wedding hall), located on the left side of the main road as 
      one exits from the tiny town of Majitha, some 25 kilometres northeast of 
      Amritsar.
 
 To many readers Kotla Sultan Singh probably does not ring any bell. But 
      those of us who grew up listening to film music from 1950s onwards this 
      village is truly a major site for pilgrimage. The greatest male singer of 
      Urdu/Hindi/Punjabi films, the late Mohammad Rafi (died July 1980), was 
      born here.
 
 On 27th March, 2004 I, my research assistant Vicky, and our driver Nanak 
      Singh, arrived at Kotla Sultan Singh after completing an 11-day whirlwind 
      tour of East Punjab, travelling some 2,200 kilometres during which I 
      conducted interviews with witnesses to the Partition episode. Winding up 
      such a tour with a visit to the place of birth of a man whose popularity 
      cuts across all religions and state boundaries of South Asia was for me a 
      very appropriate way to end my sojourn. Just to give an example: when Rafi 
      sang the bhajan (Hindu devotional song) “Mun tarpat Hari darshan ko Aaj” 
      in the film Baiju Bawra, music lovers went into a trance. An orthodox 
      Hindu of Nepal was so completely enraptured by that song that he decided 
      to go to Bombay and pay homage to its creators. He was completely 
      flabbergasted when he learnt that the lyrics were written by a Muslim (Shakeel 
      Badayuni), the tune was composed by a Muslim (Naushad), and it had been 
      sung by a Muslim (Rafi). He kissed the feet of all three.
 
 Before I left Stockholm, my friend Salahuddin Butt wrote to me from the 
      USA suggesting that I should try to visit Mumbai and find out more about 
      Rafi’s life from his family. I could not go to Bombay but instead visited 
      his village.
 
 We learnt that the village received a regular traffic of Rafi devotees. 
      Some came and prostrated at the spot where Rafi’s house was located. 
      Others consecrated that spot by taking some soil from there with them. We 
      were taken to an elderly Sikh gentleman who was sitting on the traditional 
      charpoy. He pointed out the exact place where Rafi lived. The old house 
      does not exist anymore but I took some pictures of the place in any case.
 
 Sardar Kundan Singh Samra gave me this sketch about Rafi: “We belong to 
      the landowning section of the village. Before Partition, half the 
      population of the village consisted of Muslims. It was a very well-knit 
      community in which people shared each other’s joys and sorrows and took 
      part in each other’s religious festivals. Although Rafi and his family and 
      most other Muslim villagers were Sunnis, there were some Shias too. They 
      would borrow our horse to take out the Muharram process.
 
 “Rafi and I were born in the same year. It was 1926 (the official birth 
      date of Rafi mentioned in most publications is 4 December 1924). Our 
      family was particularly friendly with all communities in the village. The 
      Muslims of our village belonged mainly to the non-agricultural 
      professions. Rafi’s father, Ali Mohammad, was a much-respected member of 
      the community. At the time of festivals and marriages, he would cook rice 
      in seven colours. He went to Lahore in 1935 and his family followed him a 
      few months later.
 
 ‘It was a very painful moment when Rafi and I parted. You see, we were 
      inseparable. We went to the same village primary school and afterwards 
      would spend most of the time together. Rafi’s house was adjacent to ours 
      and therefore we were together even later in the evening. When Rafi was 
      leaving for Lahore he inscribed his name on a tree and said, ‘Whenever you 
      want to remember me, come to this tree and read my name. I will come back 
      one day.’ He had completed primary school before he left for Lahore. Other 
      members of his biradari, including some uncles and cousins, remained in 
      the village.
 
 “In 1945 Rafi was married to his cousin Bashira(n) here in the village. We 
      all took part in the wedding ceremony. He told me about his efforts to get 
      a break as a playback singer in the Lahore film industry. Soon his songs 
      began to be played on the radio and we learnt that he had gone to Bombay 
      to try his luck there. In 1947, the Muslims of our village had to go to 
      Pakistan. Miscreants from other villages attacked them and some were 
      killed.
 
 “In January 1955 I went to Lahore where a cricket test match between India 
      and Pakistan was played. I met Rafi’s family and other Muslims of our 
      village. Rafi was in Bombay at the time. In 1956, Rafi came to Amritsar to 
      give a concert. Some of us went there and met him before the show began. 
      He met us with a lot of warmth. For the two of us it was a very emotional 
      reunion. He promised to come to the village on another occasion. Whenever 
      someone from our village went to Bombay, Rafi would help him in whatever 
      way he could. They could stay at his place and enjoy his hospitality. 
      Unfortunately, he never could visit Kotla Sultan Singh before his death. I 
      only wish a memorial is built in this village to preserve the memory of my 
      old pal.”
 
 In Delhi, I told the Rafi story to Nirupama Dutt, a leading Indian 
      journalist. She explained why Rafi may have hesitated to visit Kotla 
      Sultan Singh. She said, “The women of the Kotla Sultan Singh once told 
      another interviewer that when the Muslims of their village were attacked 
      in 1947, some women from Rafi’s biradari were abducted by the raiders. He 
      possibly felt uncomfortable coming again to Kotla Sultan Singh”. That made 
      a lot of sense to me.
 
 Rafi has a son, Saeed Rafi, from his first wife. He lives in the UK. He 
      visited Stockholm some years ago. I intend to call up his younger son, 
      Shahid Rafi, who lives in Bombay next time when I am in India.
 
 For us on both sides of the India-Pakistan border, who seek common roots 
      and heroes, building a Rafi Memorial at Kotla Sultan Singh must be an 
      essential item on our agenda for the future.
 
 The author is an associate professor of Political Science at 
      Stockholm University. He is the author of two 
      books. His email address is Ishtiaq.Ahmed@statsvet.su.se
    
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