Does anybody remember tube radio?
They were wooden miracles to a little boy.
I could lean back and rest my elbow
On the veneer wood surface and enjoy.
I'd just spend some time in a casual way,
Amusing myself tuning the magic green eye.
The dream inducing music I found to play
Made trees out my window wave toward the sky.
The paradigm of the time was bebop jazz.
So the the console and I turned one another on.
Outside on the street was the worldly razzmatazz,
While I was musing away on the blue notes alone.
The joy of hearing Dizz, Ella and the Duke
Has been embedded in this curious mind.
But don't think I was an eccentric spook--
Just a spirit that only the radio could bind.
We shunned all classical, whether Hindustani or Karnatic. As children, we waited for film music. Slowly, we graduated to ghazals, instrumental..and then into classical
" Does anybody remember tube radio? " I do. But in India, they never played jazz or any western. They just played Yesudas, Mukesh, Md Rafi, Lata, MS Subbulakshmi, Ghulam Ali, Kishori Amonkar, Tyagaraja Bhagawatar…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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