Radio gaga....

Around Christmas when I met a friend of mine at her maternal home, the first thing that caught my eye in their house was their Murphy Radio of yesteryears. It definitely brought a smile and lit up my eyes because my association with radio is nearly as old as I am. To add to the above is the latest episode of Riya's retro on Gaana which is titled "Radio Sa Rishta". So, I decided I must share my reflections on radio, probably an inseparable part of many of our lives.
The earliest memory of radio goes to the time in the 80's when my amma would eagerly listen to Ceylon every evening when Tamil songs would be aired. (I am having goosebumps reliving that time.) Later amma began using her transistor to listen to her Chhaya Geet at night which was her lullaby.  So, several songs that used to be played in chhaya geet remain etched in my memory. My grandfather would use his transistor to listen to cricket commentary and the news during times of power cuts in Kolkatta.
Having grown up in a joint family, we cousins were crazy about several musical programmes that were aired on the radio during the beginning of the FM era. Among our favourites were the countdown shows and Love is in the Air. During those teenage years listening to the radio host Jimmy help sort people's love issues and play popular English love songs would make us go bonkers. (His voice could make any teen weak in their knees) Oh yes, along with listening to the songs we would also have a notepad to write down song lists to be made into a recorded cassette for self listening or for gifting. 
The time I was introduced to whole night non stop music was on my stay at Faridabad with my dear friend Sowmya. Till dawn we would share a medley of emotions of our teenage life with  soothing bollywood music giving us company and also teaching us to enjoy the many facets of various relationships. 
Thankfully when I lived in the hostel for 2 years both my roommates shared the love for radio and background music. So, it helped us bond very fast and made living together fun. Soon, my little brother began a job as a radio jockey at a radio station and there has been no looking back for him as he is extremely popular as RJ Arvind in Kolkatta. 
I certainly missed FM during my stay in Surat because the best songs are played in FM in the metro cities. But, Vividh Bharathi has always been there to give me company in the kitchen in every phase of life, when I learnt cooking, when I would prepare toddler food, when I would prepare exotic dishes for my foodie family, when I would prepare food for guests and even now when my kids join me while cooking.
So, what is it that makes the radio so exciting?  Yes it's the variety, the suspense about what would be the next song; the familiarity of the songs; the silent bond we form with the host; the advertisements which irritate sometimes but teach us tolerance; the fact that it gives us constant company but never takes away our time and the routine radio programmes makes us believe in the normalcy of life.
TV and OTT platforms have certainly entered our lives and taken a lot of our time, but the radio can never be replaced ever, just as offline teaching can never be replaced by online teaching. Radio is a permanent fixture in most kitchens and is the best companion for the house chef. 
So, what are you waiting for?? Switch on the radio and share your radio memories in the comments section. (Please write your name too)

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  1. What a lovely Article ☺️😃...Radio i often say is the Theatre of the mind ...My Amma along with her sisters used to listen to Binaca Geet Mala and predict the countdown results every week ...As you say the little joys of life when someone listens to their favourite song on Radio

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    1. Really proud that you have craved a career for yourself in a path that very few considered entering into at the time you stepped into it. Keep healing and entertaining the people of Kolkatta with your music and your soothing voice.

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  2. Well written! Took me way down memory lane...all the way to Kolkata. My father loved listening to the cricket commentary on radio ...he would watch the match with the TV on mute and listen to the radio for the action report. Those were the days!!!

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  3. Well written! Took me way down memory lane...all the way to Kolkata. My father loved listening to the cricket commentary on radio ...he would watch the match with the TV on mute and listen to the radio for the action report. Those were the days!!!

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    1. Can visualise that....that's for sharing your memory.

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  4. Darun article...with limited access to TV...listening to sports commentary in Radio was an exciting experience...pocket transistor was a priced possession...which we often carried to school to get instant update on cricket and football matches...the first radio (as well as tape recorder) bought by my father is still kept as a priced possession.....As long as we have people like RJ Arvind - radio will be always special in day to day life ����

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    1. Would like to share an incident from my.amma's school days. She was a cricket fan and during an exam that she was writing her mind was on the cricket commentary that someone outside the school was listening to on his radio in full volume. Suddenly when a batsman got out, she screamed OUT in the examination hall much to the amusement of all. What followed next I dont know....and dont want to.

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  5. The love story which has no end...Eternal love..such is the power of radio n its ardent fans💕! Down the memory lane..listening to my fav programs, participating in the game shows..swooning over the hosts( their rich voices to be precise)..My love affair continued in Sydney as well and I also got an opportunity to host a kids show! My kids are my companions now and we participate in the game shows by screaming answers amongst ourselves😀!
    Thank you Vidu for the write up which has stirred up zillion sentiments 😍

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    1. Hugs and love for always being my partner in these treasures joys of life.

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  6. Awww... Thanx da... And I couldn't agree with Arvind more.. Radio indeed has been the "theatre of the mind" all life long playing out every emotion!!! How often I'm asked why I simply can't listen to music of my choice on any music app when music is my life. I do reluctantly have them on my phone too.. But I only find myself listening to FM all the time.

    There's something about the Radio which a selected play list can never match up to. The unpredictability of what's going to play next makes is so similar to real life and how one simply tunes into or adjusts or picks what 'plays out' for them and then enjoys the road ahead. Guess that's why radio with its enigmatic persona will always be very close to our hearts.

    Yes, from Fbad in the 90s to now, in glad you and I haven't given up on the Radio! 🥰🥰

    Psst... ARVIND, simply love your voice and how you conduct your shows. Keep going... Keep playing those lovely melodies!😊👍🏻

    Thanks for stirring up those moments Vidu ❤️

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  7. Well penned memories Vidhya.
    Beautiful💞
    Radio and I have grown up together and it has been my friend in all good and bad times. My tiny transistor would eat sleep and wake up with me for years together. That tiny living toy got married with me and became my best friend in those days when I would feel lonely and bored. I still get carried away with Vintage Vividh Bharti...

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    1. Thanks for introducing me to Riyas retro. Love memories of those Wednesdays when we would compete about who listens to her show first.

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  8. I am nostalgic for Narsih Mehta Bhajans I had heard every morning on the radio hanging on a pillar at my grandparents' home in village whenever I used to go there. This memory is ever heart warming.

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    1. You introduced me to NarsiMehta and till date Vaishnavjanato remains my favourite bhajan.

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  9. Binaca Geet Mala and Chhaya Geet - regular treats to listen to those days....! Hardly any jarring advertisements to jolt you out of the mood. Soothing Ameen Sayani and a few other amazing RJs... those were memorable.
    My close to heart memory of possessing a tiny transistor which I used to sneak to school to listen to cricket commentary on...
    Once I was caught for yelping out aloud and banging my head from under the desk when Alvin Kallicharan was out during India vs West Indies. Dad was called and we were taken to task by a tough principal.
    Next day, I was absent at school - Dad took me to watch the match at the stadium itself
    :P :P
    Oh Memories !!!

    Nimisha

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    1. This is such a sweet memory. Hugs for sharing. Hats off to maasa.

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  10. Fantabulous. Along with the melodious songs ,when the advertisement for Boroline, Biscuits, inners advt also use to be pleasing . We could make out the time too. 8am, 10 pm or whatever.Sad mood will disappear.
    My loving sister Jaya and savithri had the ability to remember the names of the composer, a lyricist or song writer is mentioned. Immediately they would tell the name of the movie and later the singers name too.
    Such was the interest.

    When I received a pocket transister as a gift, wow could feel the happiness even. Feeling was 'it is mine and I can tune it to any station' that I want to listen.

    While cleaning, tearing the unwanted papers, stitching pocket transister use to beside me .
    Early morning walking time is FM time.
    Hugs 🤗 vidu.

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  11. Great write up vidu .taking me down memory lane . Radio was a great friend those days . We used to have a Murphy Radio which was like a TV . That was for listening to News & carnatic music & also cricket commentary for my brothers when they got a chance . For me it was Binaca geet mala mostly as at other times if my dad was home no chance ....still managed to listen then we got a transistor . The ad etc was fun to listen to those days . I think I have heard the radio more in your mothers house more than in my house ....lovely time

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