Romance of the radio
It may sound like the tale of yore,
But this story is seeped in my very core
We had a magic genie,
That infused life into our lives,
It was called the radio,
Aired in the name of vividhbharathi,
Entertainment was its guarantee!
It had a prime place in the room,
From where it would go boom boom!
What's the time, none would ask,
Guessing it was an easy task!
Waking up to sangeeth saritha
Breakfast with bhoole bisre geeth
Lunch at man-chahe geeth
homework with jayamala
Off to sleep with aap ki pharmayish
Dad would never miss nine o clock news
English will improve, that was his view!
Incomplete will be the story
Without mention of cricket commentary!
Lights would be off at sharp ten,
The pocket radio would play
Softly under the blanket then
Mellifluous tunes playing lullaby
Making one sleep like a baby!
Almost divine was Ameen sayani
Sublime was his binaka geetmala
With behnon aur bhaiyyon,
he had the whole nation go la la la
Visually there was no distraction,
Radio got wholehearted attention,
Customer was not at all the king,
No complaints, since it was to his liking.
Waiting for programmes taught us patience
In fact none ever knew about impatience!
Jingles too got its share of spotlight
One would hum them with great delight!
Oh the romance of the radio!
How our lives revolved around it!
Unhurried pace, unexpected content,
Mellifluous music with no options.
There was no fast forward or replay,
You couldnt even chose your song,
We would get highly excited,
when our favourite song played!
Looking back I now realise,
Wasn't every song was our favourite?
So deeply the death of leader mourned,
Everyone listened to sad music all day!
The thought of switching it off,
never occurred to anyone anyway!
Announcers had the place prime,
educating us on the song, time to time ,
with proper diction, clarity and poise,
Oh! we fell in love with their voice!
We never knew how they looked,
They had people totally hooked!
Everyone was important,
The song, composer and singer,
We heard the listeners name too
Jhumritalaya, the whole world knew!
Oh mellifluous are the memories
That can weave many stories
Of those wonderful carefree days and
To the romance of the radio!