Disha Goyal
In a world where you can listen to any song, interview, podcast, or news piece with a few clicks on a portable device that fits right in your pocket, it is hard to imagine that there was ever a time when the only place you could get all this content in a much limited volume was a radio. As a kid, I remember looking at this wondrous silver box sitting on a shelf with fascination that I now know was a 2004 Philips Radio model that combined with itself a radio, CD, and cassette player. In retrospect, there is so much fondness and nostalgia attached to that machine that went oblivious in my life long ago. In the evenings my mother and I used to listen to songs on it and sing along. Many times my cousin would join in and we would dance around in the living room. Mornings were usually filled with the few bhajan-related cassettes we had and it was not rare for us to tune in to FM Radio as well whenever we could.
Although time has flown by, I still remember a lot of it with that radio vividly. I can clearly picture how it brought us together and the best of times that it gave us. But I also remember when we slowly stopped using it and finally bid it farewell when I was 12 years old. It’s pretty to imagine that somewhere along the lines that radio may have gotten me into music because I’m told I was listening to it before I was born. I’ve sung and danced along with that radio and I’ve watched it collect dust but it truly is ingrained deep in my memory and maybe that is an experience I share with many people of my age who too, had a radio in their life.
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