I had nearly forgotten how much I adored those old cassettes from... backintime.
They don't make cassettes anymore. It's all a click or a share away, all the good/bad/debatable music you ever wanted to listen to. Cassettes are essentially like our grandparents I suppose - you know, the last of the living witnesses to the epic-ness of a World War II or a Satyajit Ray... a bumbling, awkward memory of that kind of grandness that is the thing of lazy-noon stories today.
I was cleaning out one of my less-sociable shelves,and the good(literally)old(literally) fellows
just stumbled over into my hands, at once making them dusty and happy!
It had been so long since I had held them, or even seen them, it was almost like the whole *first time* fondness all over again! You know,when you've just brought it home from the ever-enchanting G55-store at Dakshinapan,when you know it's about to be wrapped up in cute blue papers for your birthday the next day, when you are so impatient to check out the songs that you refuse to sit still till it is in the stereo,that kind of instant, unshakable fondness. The ashen layers time that had accumulated on top of their still-as-pretty glass covers were at once a reminder of their age and their agelessness. It was a strange strange thing.
Browsing through, I came across a Toybox ('Tarzan is handsome,Tarzan is strong /he is very cute and his hair is long! :P), one Aqua (Dr Jones probably still hasn't picked up the phone, ha ha)
Nursery Rhyme Hour by Preetie Sagar (apparently this was a lunch-hour ritual after returning home from Humpty Dumpty - my funny-named prep school), Celine Dion - A New Day Has Come, one MLTR, a couple of Shania Twains, one particularly damaged Backstreet Boys, Taal, Atif Aslam:Doorie, Kaho Naa Pyar Hain (stop staring at me already) and of course, the cult, Titanic. I was sure I had a Westlife somewhere, but it was not to be seen.
Looking back, that was probably the time when we didn't bother to judge the music we listened to. We just listened to them in good faith (and some madness)
But that was then. Now we have learnt of genres and sub genres vowed our allegiance to our choice of bands. Now we won't be caught dead tapping our feet to a pepsi-pop number, no matter how groovy it happens to be. No, that is just not cool enough.
After half and hour of dust-cough and dilemma, I somehow decided against wiping the grayness off those covers. One by one, I put my old friends back into their musty dark jam-room where they can be themselves for a few more years to come.
Somethings should get to stay as they are.
'Cause I'm keeping you forever and for always..' she had said.
Well,
Almost always :)
They don't make cassettes anymore. It's all a click or a share away, all the good/bad/debatable music you ever wanted to listen to. Cassettes are essentially like our grandparents I suppose - you know, the last of the living witnesses to the epic-ness of a World War II or a Satyajit Ray... a bumbling, awkward memory of that kind of grandness that is the thing of lazy-noon stories today.
I was cleaning out one of my less-sociable shelves,and the good(literally)old(literally) fellows
just stumbled over into my hands, at once making them dusty and happy!
It had been so long since I had held them, or even seen them, it was almost like the whole *first time* fondness all over again! You know,when you've just brought it home from the ever-enchanting G55-store at Dakshinapan,when you know it's about to be wrapped up in cute blue papers for your birthday the next day, when you are so impatient to check out the songs that you refuse to sit still till it is in the stereo,that kind of instant, unshakable fondness. The ashen layers time that had accumulated on top of their still-as-pretty glass covers were at once a reminder of their age and their agelessness. It was a strange strange thing.
Browsing through, I came across a Toybox ('Tarzan is handsome,Tarzan is strong /he is very cute and his hair is long! :P), one Aqua (Dr Jones probably still hasn't picked up the phone, ha ha)
Nursery Rhyme Hour by Preetie Sagar (apparently this was a lunch-hour ritual after returning home from Humpty Dumpty - my funny-named prep school), Celine Dion - A New Day Has Come, one MLTR, a couple of Shania Twains, one particularly damaged Backstreet Boys, Taal, Atif Aslam:Doorie, Kaho Naa Pyar Hain (stop staring at me already) and of course, the cult, Titanic. I was sure I had a Westlife somewhere, but it was not to be seen.
Looking back, that was probably the time when we didn't bother to judge the music we listened to. We just listened to them in good faith (and some madness)
But that was then. Now we have learnt of genres and sub genres vowed our allegiance to our choice of bands. Now we won't be caught dead tapping our feet to a pepsi-pop number, no matter how groovy it happens to be. No, that is just not cool enough.
After half and hour of dust-cough and dilemma, I somehow decided against wiping the grayness off those covers. One by one, I put my old friends back into their musty dark jam-room where they can be themselves for a few more years to come.
Somethings should get to stay as they are.
'Cause I'm keeping you forever and for always..' she had said.
Well,
Almost always :)
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