As one among the few privileged to own a cassette player with two hulk sized magnetic sound boxes, I can't forget the day my uncle got home a western songs' cassette comprising of hit western tracks of that time. And what do we Indians do with something that others don't have? We tell the whole world we have that thing they don't. And the long hours of loud clanging of wood with metal and strumming of strings began to fill the air. Can one forget the deep growls of Chester Bennington that every classmate of mine tried to imitate miserably. The matching of the voice to the tune of One Love, throbbing of the heart to the drum beats of Green Day's songs, awestruck by the energy in Shakira's voice Whenever Wherever. Mobile phones were still not a part of our imagination and the only way to listen to those songs were the old and sweet cassette player. There was no internet to search for lyrics for the songs and we mumbled them with our own interpretations and accents. Still it was fun and the craze for western songs featured in our endless classroom discussions on which one's the best among them. A gifted few with good throats performed them on stage to the applaud of hundreds with "Summer of 69", "Boulevard of Broken Dreams" topping the list of preference.
(to be continued...)
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