I love the radio. I love it ever since the day I broke mom’s favourite radio in
However, the interest these days is much more superficial. I no longer have a 224 BD to myself where I can hole up for days on end to listen and feel what Barrett felt, what Waters was thinking and realize to the great discomfort of the Bosconian within me that Knopfler was making more sense than the Bard of Avon himself. Anyway, having realized that only my Winamp can give me the musical refuge that I need, I had given up trying to find music of my taste in Mumbai. I had lost all hope when two music stations saved me. Radio One, with its collection of Western Music which could any day match my exhaustive playlist refused to stop playing music that made sense and thereby kept me awake late into the night just staring out of the window and looking at the traffic density slowly decrease and Mumbai unhurriedly going to sleep. I am thankful that few people listen to the radio at this time in the night and my music can play on uninterrupted. The other is
Those were the days when dinner would be done at as less as 10 rupees per night.