By Sandhya D’Mello
I have learned to ignore the moods of my foolish soul as it often oscillates like a pendulum between my body and my spirit and tends to find solace in soothing music, and foot tapping beats. The sound of instruments and heart-touching lyrics stir our moods. To think of it, there is a song for every mood, but what you choose to keep yourself in high spirits is a point to ponder on.
Continue reading I groove to my kind of music
By Tirtho Banerjee
Dusk was slowly tiptoeing and the zephyr gently swaying the gulmohar tree. Adeebah didi (as an older sister is referred to in Hindi), our landlord’s granddaughter, who I looked up to as my mentor then, was explaining to me an English poem from my intermediate (Grade12) book. It was either Sarojini Naidu’s The Palanquin Bearers or P.B. Shelley’s Stanzas Written In Dejection Near Naples. The year was 1987 or early 1988 in Lucknow.
Continue reading When the legendary Urdu poet Bashir Badr patted my back
By Sarwat Nasir
If you spot anyone with earphones on and staring blankly into space, with not even a faint sound of music emanating from their earpiece, don’t immediately assume they’re depressed or withdrawn from the world. They could possibly be listening to podcasts.
It’s a lesson I learned last month when I asked my younger sister why she always had her AirPods plugged in and was zoned out.
“What you doing?” I had asked on a quiet Friday morning.
Continue reading Here’s what made me tune in to podcasts
By Rohma Sadaqat
Assume that when people think about the Pink Panther, there are a few things that immediately pop up in their minds. There is, of course, the fact that you are looking at an animated panther who walks upright and is a stunning shade of pink.
Continue reading What’s hot dogs got to do with Pink Panther?
By Anita Iyer
Switch on any Hindi radio station, anywhere, playing Bollywood music and chances are you might end up listening to remix versions of hit songs or an inspired version of a Punjabi folk track.
Continue reading Tuned down: Is Hindi music suffering an identity crisis?
By Tirtho Banerjee
When I was knee-high to a grasshopper, I used to listen to Hemanta Kumar Mukherjee’s renditions of Rabindra Sangeet: Diner Sheshe Ghumer Deshe, Mone Robe Ki Na Robe, and so on, which my baba (father) would play on his record player. Some of the lyrics were unfathomable back then (and most of them still are), but there was something in his soulful voice that kept lingering in my consciousness.
Continue reading A song-filled ode to a musical genius who’s ‘been’ there
By Alvin R. Cabral
I never liked miso soup — unflattering for someone who worships Japanese cuisine. Yet, here I was, in a downtown San Francisco resto, sipping away at the concoction I never got to like because I had no choice: There was no Wi-Fi, I didn’t have data and, most agonisingly, it would take 15-20 more minutes before my sashimi, katsudon and some weird deep-fried dragon roll would have the honour of being devoured by this worshipper.
Continue reading Miso soup: A bowl of regret to recall people