Tonight: Alam Ara

Ever wondered why old old ooooooooooooooold  Hindi or regional film music is always associated with early morning? Chai shops and news stands and all things ancient and shady-looking assume a dignified air when their radio plays some golden oldies. Is it the unpredictability of it that makes it so special? Is it the peculiar tabla-harmonium-taisokoto sounds that make songs from the 30s and 40s so so SO romantic. Even if you don't know the lyrics. Even if you don't know the tune. Even if you don't know the singer or composer or film. The nasal playback notwithstanding, an old song lends dignity to an otherwise ordinary household.

Leesel and I stood near Tiger Gate today at lunch time. A cobbler was sitting nearby, doing his thing. Old Marathi film songs played on the medium wave.

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