I have decided that I should reblog this. Why? well… why not? It’s still valid. And great writing. (My modesty forbids me from saying any more..) And June 9 is coming up again. Well, really, I just wanted to. So here it is. Again.
I recently had an interesting conversation with a good friend on Facebook about music in our lives. This and a short reunion with old school friends brought back memories of the entertainment options available to us growing up, as we did, on the cusp of the modernization of India.
The very first mode of entertainment in my life was running around the neighbourhood with two significant episodes. The first was the hide and seek played in the trenches of a construction site next door leading to an intake of lime dust into the eyes. I well remember the doctor cleaning out my eyes with what seemed to be coke bottle caps. The second was a fight in a ditch culminating in a gaping gash in the front of the head at the age of five. Needless to say all diplomatic relations with “that family” were snapped.
The second discovery was Radio…
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SloWord 
Yes, yes, I DO listen to music with my eyes closed, letting it envelope me. That’s a gift – too bad so many don’t appreciate it.
Oh, and loved the title to this post!
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Very few do that these days…pity! Thanks for coming by.
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I used to enjoy Binaca Geet Mala as well!!
But, with today’s music, we not only need to close our eyes, it would be better to close our ears also!! 😛
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That’s why don’t listen to it… 🙂 They call me old-fashioned. I say I have good taste.
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