If God (whoever he is) could choose someone to sing on his behalf, I have absolutely no doubt in my mind that Nusrat would be it.
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Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s Tattoo’s
NFAK will always remain in our life, but is there any way to literally stick him to us. Well yes… “Tattooooooooooooo”
Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan’s tattoo was first popularly seen on Romy Shay, from Rishi Rich Productions camp. Expressing that his biggest inspiration was, and is, the late Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan, Romy took a break from the usual routine of the music studio, to the tattoo studio, where he had a tribute to the legend inked to his arm!
Romy explainss the tattoo reads a quote from a Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan classic, Qawalli; othey amla dey honay ney navede kisse nai teri zaat puchni, meaning; : up there (heaven) you will be judged (by God) by your deeds, and not by what religion or cast you are.
Isn’t… Well when Romy did this.. Do you think our Hardcore Punjabi fans would have stayed behind… take a look..
A Tattoo with a Style…
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The Magic of Nusrat – a Fan Story
The Following fan Story is from Santosh Ojha from India, about his first contact with trance and ecstasy, I mean NFAK…. This is a Story of an usual Indian Discovering the great Nusrat in early 1990, and was first published on his blog in 2006 . A great read… ” Don’t forget to send your stories at [email protected]
It was a bitterly-cold winter evening in Delhi when I discovered Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. Fortified with some whiskey I was listening to, and watching Nusrat. This was in late 1990 at a senior colleague’s house. I remember the date because I had just been transferred from Bangalore to Delhi. Delhi was a city I was hardly familiar with. I knew very few people there. And the December winter of Delhi was bitingly cold! I was a bachelor and the invitation from my colleague for drinks and dinner at his place, close to the company guest house I was staying, was most welcome. He, a Sardar, was a generous host and he plied me with good whiskey. More significantly, during the course of the evening, he introduced me to Nusrat’s music.