n the occasion of Eid al-Adha, we take a closer look at the life and times of the Elvis of the East, Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan.

No matter what your mood, there’s a Bappi Da composition to go with it. Our desi disco legend is absolutely irreplaceable. Today is his birthday and I don’t know about you, but I’ll be dancing – unironically – to “Koi yahan aha nache nache”.

In a Tamil Brahmin household, mornings aren’t complete without the holy trinity of filter coffee, The Hindu, and MS Subbulakshmi’s “Suprabhatam”.

Any good poet should be able to touch your heart – but Shiv Kumar Batalvi had the ability to rip it out of your chest, and then place it back there gently.

Happy birthday, Rahul Baba! We hope you at least remember your nursery rhymes.

Sheetal Sathe and Sachin Mali were declared Naxalites in 2011 for giving voice to the Dalit community. They’ve paid a heavy price, but they continue to sing their songs of resistance.

I grew up on my mother’s radio-ordained playlist of Lata Mangeshkar and Mohd Rafi. But as a teenager, when every girl in school fawned over the Jonas Brothers and Taylor Swift, I, too embarrassed to ask my classmates the names of the songs they were singing, turned to Google. It eventually dawned on me: I didn’t care about fitting in.

The first time I met Amrita Pritam, she told me that a smoke is one of the few pleasures of life. I knew then that Amrita Pritam was the writer – and the woman – I wanted to be.

Dushyant Kumar’s poetry freed me from the cage of square cubicles and straight lives that the Gulzar School of poetry, dripping with flowery dew and the warmth of unreality, never could. My struggles were personal, and so it turned out was the language of my resistance, learned through his poetry, so irregular and unlike anything you’d have come across.

Tupac Shakur found splendour in squalor, simultaneously an activist and a gangsta. A bunch of Indian rappers are now tapping into the spirit of the subaltern that Tupac channelled.

Seventy years after Independence, some choose to rewrite history. We chose to rewrite the alphabet. Presenting a brand-new, updated A to Z for India at 70

Awkward Bong is LIVE on Arré Sessions with his guitar, so tune in at 10 PM for some acoustic jams!

If there’s no jazz by the bay any longer, where has the music gone? The answer, oddly enough, is Delhi.

How does a video with petals, magic wands and a grown man wearing gender-ambiguous clothing, go viral? Shah’s “Angel” seems to pose more questions than answers.

Raja Kumari has no time for the haters and is never going to stop making music.

Sumukhi Suresh has us in splits as she takes our # UssTypeKiLadki Quiz, just for kicks. She always knew she was one :)

#ArreEarworm: On #Dusshera, we meet Rashid Qureshi who has been singing in Mathura's Ram Lila for almost four decades.

Experience the stylings of singer-songwriter Dhruv Visvanath, exclusively on Earworm's Arré Sessions.

There is a tribe of parents that subjects their guests to the talent of their kids, even when said guests have no desire to be subjected. My parents were the leaders of that tribe.

Celebrating one year of demonetisation the main mitron himself.

I might not have been able to adopt Madonna’s swagger, but she taught me to stake a claim to my own space. I had as much right to the dance floor and the sidewalk as men.