On 19th September 2025, our Zubeen da left us forever in Singapore… gone too soon at just 52. Assam even declared 3 days of state mourning—a tribute no ordinary artist had received.
But Zubeen Garg was never ordinary. Even after gaining fame in Bollywood, he had chosen to leave Bombay, saying:
"It’s not my thing… I grew up with rivers and hills. I can’t live with traffic all my life. A king should never leave his own kingdom. I should stay there always in Assam."
For us, it felt like we had lost a family member. 💔 For the Assamese people, he always remained alive in our hearts. His songs and movies ensured he would never fade away. Legends never die, and no other artist could ever be born like him even in the next 50 years.
As a girl who lost her father at the age of 10, I could deeply relate to the loneliness he might have carried inside. His Assamese songs like Paki Paki Ai Mon, Maya, Janu Janu Moiu Janu, and Din jwole rati jwole had given me inner strength and happiness in my darkest times.
He had given us over 38,000 songs in 40 languages, including Assamese and Bengali. What amazed me most was that, despite being an Assamese Hindu, he had never played politics over Hindu–Muslim, Assamese–Bengali, or tribal divides. He did what politicians never could—he united people. He respected every community, and spent most of his earnings on humanity—helping the sick, funding education, paying college fees for students, and never refusing anyone who came to him, whether for a selfie, a job, or medical help.
At the peak of his Bollywood career, after earning national and international fame with Ya Ali, he had still chosen Assam.
That was Zubeen Garg. Not just a singer, but an emotion. Not just an artist, but a king who would forever rule Assam’s heart.
Legends never die…