The best kind of music, like Asha Bhosle’s songs, tells us where society is headed. The best kind of tribute, never mind India’s official idea of itself, is that everyone, at some point, has hummed Dum Maro Dum
There are countries that legislate themselves into being. India, more often than it admits, has sung itself into coherence. Not in unison. Never in unison. But in a duet that it pretended was a solo.