Mohammed Zahur Khayyam - Early Life

Early Life

Khayyam was born as Sa’aadat Hussain in undivided Punjab in Rahon, a town in Nawanshahr District. As a boy Khayyam ran away to Delhi to learn music but was forced to return to complete his education. Khayyam then went to Lahore to learn music from the famous Baba Chishti.

He was never interested in his studies and was always fascinated by the music of Hindi cinema. He was inclined to the music when he was very young. He often escaped to the city for watching movies. Khaiyyam soon ran away to his uncle's house in Delhi, in the hope of becoming an actor. Khaiyyam's uncle enrolled him in a school, but when he saw his passion for films, he allowed him to learn music. In those days it was actually a step forward in realizing his ambitions. He got his training in music under Pandit Amar Nath.

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