Saturday, December 31, 2011

My Pick of 2011


Best Movie (Hindi) - Soundtrack , which unfortunately hardly anyone saw.

Best Actor - A close one between Rajeev Khandelwal for Soundtrack and Shahid Kapoor for Mausam. Saif Ali Khan for Aarakshan comes in at a close third.

Best Actress
- Priyanka Chopra clear cut winner for 7 khoon maaf...

Supporting Role
- Soha Ali khan too did a commendable job in Soundtrack.

Best Soundtrack - Rockstar a clear winner, with Mausam a distant second.Th year was pathetic as far as music is concerned.


Playback singing -

Male - Vishal Bhardwaj for "Bekaraan" (7 khoon maaf) & Angaraag Mahanta for "Jiyein Kyun" (Dum Maaro Dum). Or Mohit Chauhan for "Tum Ho" (Rockstar)?? . Or Shahid Mallya for "rabba" (Mausam)? This is a tough one!!

Female - Sunidhi Chauhan for "Aa Zara" (Murder 2) & Neha Bhasin for "Dhunki" (Mere Brother Ki Dulhan)

Most Refreshing movie / Best new director
- Pyar ka punchnama - Luv Ranjan.

Song of the year
- No, not Kolaveri Di!!! Though popular vote would go with the sorts of Dhinka chika etc., but my vote would go for Tum Ho - Rockstar. Though radio airplay would uggest it to be Saibo from Shor in the City.

Best Firangi Maal
- I'm tempted to say Nargis fakri, but since I mean movies here, I would go with The Adventures of Tintin. Have not really seen any of those which make it to award ceremonies. Have only seen the likes of immortals, transformers, etc...


Band / Song of the year - Foster the people, Pumped up kicks.

TV show - Grey's Anatomy - especially the musical event of season 7.

Personality of the year
- Definitely, one man who took the nation by storm - Anna Hazare.

Feel free to give your opinions in the comments.....

Friday, December 30, 2011

Baby they build you up, only to tear you down....

The title of this post is taken from one of my favorite tracks "build you up" by Nelly Furtado. I couldn't think of better words to describe thhttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gife state of two of the most iconic female public figures of our country, at least according to me. Sania Mirza and Aishwarya Rai Bachchan. Hence I was mildly (and pleasantly) surprised to see Sania being included in the Teachers' Achievement Awards Club on Star World.

Most people in India would know who Sania Mirza is, what her achievements are. But then, why this kolaveri against her, I say? People love to hate her, Now. That was not the case when she first burst on the scene winning the 2003 Wimbledon Championships Girls' Doubles title. She was still relatively unknown then, but it was a HUGE deal, that a girl from India was even playing tennis on the international level, leave alone winning stuff!! Till then, Paes and Bhupati were the only contemporary tennis players people and the media cared about. Come year 2005, and she was all over the place! Recipient of a wildcard at the Australian Open, owing to winning a prestigious ITF tournament the previous year, Sania surprised the world by reaching the third round, and giving a good fight to Serena Williams, no one less, before going down. She had announced her arrival on the big stage in grand style, even though she had already done India proud much before, winning a host of event in the Afro Asian games and mixed doubles at the 2002 Asian games.

2005 was a star marked year, full of iconic landmarks for her, being the first Indian woman to win a WTA tournament, shocking top 5 players like Svetlana Kuznetsova, whom she again encountered in one of the most engaging matches I have ever seen, on Wimbledon center court in 2nd round, before losing 7-5 in the final set. A leading expert who was commentating said, "Sania Mirza, remember that name. We're gonna hear a lot more of it". In that one year, where she broke her own record to become the first Indian woman to reach the fourth round at a grand slam at the U.S. Open, she went from being in the top 300 to the 31st ranked player in the world. This was a remarkable breakthrough year by any standards, earning her the "WTA newcomer of the year award".

2006 followed, with 3 medals including a silver at the Doha Asian games, top - 10 wins. 2007 saw her ranking peak at 27 in the world, and from playing qualifying and wildcards, she went on to being seeded at the Grand Slams. From then onwards, there was a sort of familiar pattern - occasionally showing up in finals, semifinals, or quarterfinals of tournaments, bowing out in the first or second round at most of them, and increasingly better performances in doubles events. Though she maintained a solid enough level to remain in the top 100. It was only in 2010, her worst year possibly on the tour, when she ended the tear outside the top 100 (166) since 2004. This is no fluke or minor achievement. Sustaining at the top level in tennis is no cakewalk. So many high profile cases of burnouts - Jelena Dokic, Justine Henin, Kim Clijsters - to name a few. This year, she has again shown some promise, with a top 10 ranking in doubles and making it to main draws of major tournaments.

But once the downfall began, people got bored. So did the media. OF course, there was no story in the first and second round appearances. So, there was a shift in the target. Always in the news for her "bold" image, she was hounded over the flag issue, her tee - shirts with quotes, her nose ring, her dwindling performances. So at a time when India was hosting two WTA tournaments - Sunfeast open, and the one in H'bad/Banglaore, she decided to quit playing tennis in India. Could you blame her? People saw the dwindling results, and instantly attributed them to her public appearances in fashion shows, television ads and other endorsement deals. Comments on youtube videos, or any article on her on the Internet, went from being rude to downright derogatory and insulting. Now, people Loved to hate her. These were the very people who filled a 5000 capacity stadium, with additional 15000 outside - 80% of them not even knowing what tennis is all about, when she won the WTA tournament in H'bad. They were telling her to quit tennis and join Bollywood, because that was where she belonged. Is it her fault or ours? A testimony to that would be a plain google search of her name, and the suggestions, reflecting the top searches would throw up words like Sania Mirza hot, blue film, and worse. It wasn't she who was going to Bollywood. It was we who wanted to see her there.

In a nation where the only understanding of tennis was that it got us the first, and the only one, solo event medal at the Olympics through Leander Paes, it was the advent of Sania Mirza on the scene that took it to new heights. I am not talking of the previous generation - the Amritraj brothers, Ramakrishnan and others.For this generation, sure, Paes and Bhupati were well known and respected, but their exploits did not inspire youngsters to pick up tennis rackets. Her's did. Parents did not start enrolling their 3, 4 year old kids in Tennis Academies till she came along. She was the first major female sports star of our country, well at least after P.T. Usha. She introduced India to tennis. Which is a big, big achievement. I do believe that her contribution to tennis in India has been the greatest of all, as she made it popular. No one saw or cared to the see the injuries behind the downfall. As soon as the results went down, she was immediately branded as a publicity seeking, money minded celebrity with no talent - a girl whose forehand has been constantly rated as one of the best by her peers including the Williams sisters.

No one cared for the fact that she went through debilitating injuries to her wrist and had 3 surgeries before she was even 25. She was forced to stay out for months, in 2008 and 2010 due to her surgeries. In her own words, she could not even hold a fork to eat, leave alone a tennis racket. The long lay offs, and the longer time it took to prepare for comebacks, led to a fall in rankings - and respect of the public. The final straw was her marrying Pakistani cricketer, Shoaib Malik. I was dismayed to read comments like traitor, and other unmentionable things by those very Indians who hailed her as the future of sport in our country. The brand endorsements were called distractions. No one gave a thought to the fact that it was those that paid for the constant traveling, training and other expenses in the most expensive sport, in absence of any financial support from government agencies. It's sad to see that on her profile pages or match reports, it is people from other nations who are cheering her on, showing belief in her abilities while most of the desi comments are about her marriage, being a traitor, playing for Pakistan, or doing advertisements.

Being an athlete in India is a double - edged sword. You will be treated like a God as long as you are winning, but your houses would be stoned if you lose. Even cricketers go through it. But No one has had it as bad as Sania, who through no fault of her own, has lost respect. But she still soldiers on, back in the top 65 for a while and in the top 100 in 2011, ready to battle it out in 2012 yet again,which hopefully, remains injury free and sees some better results.

First we showered her with a demi-god status and later pelted abuses, fatwas and insults. But she has braved it all, and deserves respect all the more for defying the extremists who ostracized her for wearing short clothes (demand of her sport), marrying a Pakistani national, playing doubles with an Israeli national. People say that she got the Padma Shri, India's fourth highest civilian honour, and Arjuna award too early. But according to me, there could not have been a more deserving candidate for these honours, than this middle class girl from a minority community, who introduced a cricket crazy nation to tennis, inspired youngsters ad gave them hope that an Indian too can compete at the top level and rub shoulders with the Williamses of the world, and beat the likes of Martina Hingis. So even if she may never win a grand slam, or another WTA tournament for that matter, she has, I think already done enough to be a path breaker, an icon to look up to and at least be respected, and not insulted on public forums. So hopefully, 2012 will be an exercise in reclamation for her, reclamation of the respect and her rightful place in the sporting elite of our country.

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Fire in the Blood - Corporate Greed playing with millions of Lives

Note: All information in this article is derived from watching the documentary "Fire in the Blood" on Zoom TV.

Sunday afternoons can be quite difficult to go through, for the sheer lack of things to do, even after getting up at 2:00 pm. So as always, I turned to the usual resort, the Television today. While channel surfing, I came across something related to HIV -AIDS being aired on Zoom - India's equivalent of ET. The surprise value made me stay on initially, but soon, as the documentary progressed, all I felt was sheer horror at the apathy of the industry which at one point of time,I aspired to be a part of. I had no idea what the documentary was called, how much of it had already gone by, as there were no ad - breaks. It was only when it ended, I came to know that it is called "Fire in the Blood", listed on IMDB for a 2012 release (?????). To those of you reading the article, I can suggest that you either continue reading, or check out their website - http://www.fireintheblood.com/.

For those of us who have been subject to classes on Intellectual Property Rights (IPR) and Patents, the concept has been pitched as one which was introduced to protect the rights of tribal, indigenous populations, poor communities, and inventors in general, over their resources and creations. We were also given vague ideas about how, evil, corrupt multinational corporations used these patent laws to infringe on the rights of those very communities - case being in point the Basmati rice, turmeric etc. However, watching this documentary, you'd come to know that the gigantic scale of the greed of the most profitable business on earth - that of "saving lives" - the giant multinational pharmaceutical companies.

The basic crux of the documentary is the fact that how these multinational pharma companies arm-twisted the western governments, International bodies like the WHO, UNAIDS etc, to manipulated patent related legislation and trade agreements to prevent access to cheap, generic drugs, especially the Anti RetroVirals or ARVs to those countries which could not afford them - Africa, South America and certain pockets of Asia. More than 10 million people have died of AIDs and HIV, who could have in fact, been saved very easily, to lead longer, productive lives. Another startling fact, which made me proud of being an Indian, was that it was Cipla, an Indian company, headed by Yusuf Hamied, which has been at the forefront of providing these cheap, generic drugs to poorer African and other nations, and also providing the technical know-how on manufacturing them since the 70's. I have found a new idol in him, and I wonder why, in a country of hero - worshipers (cricket, Bollywood) such eminent personalities and their contributions not highlighted?? Or was it my own ignorance?

First, the basic facts - 90% of the pharma companies revenues come from just 10 -20 odd developed countries, with the United States of America accounting for 50% by itself. The entire continent of Africa accounts for just 1% - in other words, a market these companies can afford to ignore. of the top 500 fortune companies, the top 10 pharma companies (GSK, Pfizer, J & J etc) are more profitable than the other 490 companies combined. That gives a fair idea of the enormity of the money involved in this business.

The documentary features many people including an ex-CEO or something from Pfizer, a correspondent of the NY times who was instrumental in blowing the lid off this scam of gigantic proportions through his articles, an NGO worker from South Africa, doctors from India, Mr. Yusuf Hamied from Cipla himslef, an official from UNAIDS, Bill Clinton and many others, who reveal the hard - hitting truths behind this fiasco.

The cost of ARV therapy in the USA, and other countries, was more than $ 15000 per year in 2001. It still is so, in the USA at least. These costs, were unachievable for most people in any developing country, leave alone Africa. The giant pharma companies were just focused on the USA and other developed countries - the 90% of the market, which could afford to pay for them. As a result, in 2001 there were only 8000 people in the entire continent of Africa who could get these treatments. The others were diagnosed, if lucky, by hospitals, and then told to go home and wait to die. Somewhere down the line, Cipla, an Indian company manufacturing generic drugs, decided to provide ARV therapy drugs to the world at $800 per year ( as opposed to the nearly $800 per month prevalent then), at a global convention on access to cheap drugs, attended by heads of Governments, and the Pharma companies. Everyone was shaken, but not stirred. No one took up the offer. Ultimately, those fighting for the cause of access to cheap drugs for the poor world over did contact Mr. Hamied, and news spread fast and wide that it was possible to provide longer, fulfilling, productive, NORMAL lives to people in Africa, S. America and Asia too. He further agreed to cut production and other costs from the price, bringing it down to nearly $ 350, a dollar a day!!! This shook the very foundations of the pharma countries, which played all the dirty tricks in their books to keep the availability of such generic drugs at bay - from using patent laws, to launching mass advertising campaigns against "cheap, counterfeit drugs" from India.

Still, persistent efforts by NGOs, and individuals like Dr. Peter Mugyenyi from Uganda - who defied his country's patent laws to ship in cheap ARV drugs from Cipla, and facing arrest in the process, ultimately led to the inflow of generic drugs into Africa. The Governments ultimately relented, and now more than 6 million people in Africa, a number even higher than that of the USA, were availing of the ARV therapy, and leading, better, healthier lives. But the pharma companies' fear from the beginning, that once the American consumer learns that someone in Africa is getting the same drugs at $150 pa, for which they paid $15000 a year, they would want the same and their would be a backlash (which, never happened till now) made them turn a blind eye to social responsibility and ethics.

Till now they were manipulating the Western Governments and lobbying to keep generic drugs out of picture. Now they turned to the WTO (World Trade Organization), and at the Geneva Convention where TRIPS was adopted, it all fell apart. India too, along with other governments were signatory to an agreement which made it impossible to manufacture and market cheaper, generic drugs. The future generation of anti-AIDS and HIV drugs would be under these laws, protected by patents and laws, and the poorest of poor would again be denied the right to a healthy, productive life.

This is the basic gist of the documentary, though there is much more. But seeing the miraculous power of these drugs, I was shocked. They showed people who were born with HIV / AIDS, or acquired it at some point, and were nearly on the verge of death, in a day or two.... 11 year olds who looked like a 5 year old's skeleton, a man from Manipur who went underground at his home, isolated for three years after his diagnosis. All these lives were miraculously saved, the girl is now 16, healthy and working, the man became a body builder, was the silver medalist in Mr. India body building competition and went on to qualify for the Asian championships and is a celebrity of sorts. As the girl said "its the same for me, having a cure or having these medicines. I have an incurable disease, but I am taking these medicines, and I am alive."

I got into Bioinformatics / research with the naive notion of it being a gateway to the pharma industry, which I later realized with experience, was not true. But I still wanted to get into the drug development and discovery industry. Watching this documentary, I wonder where are the ethics, where are the morals, where is the greater motive of doing good for the society? As the ex-top notch guy from Pfizer said, its simple, the drug companies are there to make money, not to save the third world. The world surely could do with a few more Yusuf Hamieds.

Friday, September 2, 2011

Pumped up Kicks by Foster the People




Amazing band to look out for, great track, great voices, and lyrics that will get you thinking!!!

Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Delhi 6


When it comes to movies, I somehow standout from the crowd. Many movies which have been panned critically and/or popularly, somehow have ended up appealing to my senses. Saawariya, and Raavan being the most glaring examples. Another one, which I just saw again today, lazing on the couch in the afternoon on account of Eid holiday, is Delhi 6. I saw this movie when I was in Pondicherry, and the only reason was the name. I used to be so Delhi-sick during those two years that anything even remotely related to Delhi was more than enough to lure me towards it. And needless to say, I fell in love with it. I always held this grudge against Bollywood for never paying a fitting homage to Delhi, while Mumbai has had plenty, especially in the form of this timeless ode from CID. However, Delhi 6 paid enough compliments to the city to fill that void a bit. Now those who like to keep up to date with worthless piece of trivia about movies would instantly point out that huge portions of the movie were shot in Jaipur, and not actual Delhi. But then, some bits were shot in Delhi, and overall, the spirit of the city was represented in all its glory and disgrace.Okay, I won't let this post too turn into an ode to Delhi.

So as I saw Delhi 6, it just struck me as a wonderful exercise in introspection. The movie was so well made, an old story so intelligently told in the mould of contemporary Indian society while simultaneously drawing parallels with the mother of all Indian tales, the evergreen Ramayan. And it definitely has to go down in history as one of the most beautifully shot and conceived movies, even if only for the song Dil gira dafatan.



Just see the video if you haven't and you'll see what I mean (hopefully). The juxtaposition of Delhi and New York to depict the central character's dilemma of dual belonging is masterpiece. The all too familiar green CNG autos and cycle rickshaws running in Times Square, or the Statue of Liberty looking over the Jama Masjid are visuals that will stay with you for long after the movie has ended. Even otherwise, the movie provides a wonderful glimpse of the contrast between the charm of Old Delhi, and the new city which aims to be at par with the best in world, with the pride of Delhi, the metro, being used heavily. It also shows how the middle class is coping with this transition, and trying to hold on to its roots, while embracing the new.

The entire movie relies heavily on symbolism, most of it derived from drawing parallels of the storyline with the epic Ramayan. Though there is nothing new in that, the presentation, and the intelligent use of the comparison is what makes this movie stand out. Another example is using the concept of the infamous black monkey of Delhi to expose the fragility of the human boiling pot that is Delhi, or rather India. It doesn't take much for a house of cards to collapse, just like the superfluous communal harmony of our society. One spark is all it takes, to turn you against the guy you shared bread with till yesterday. The movie deals with too many issues at once, communal tensions, the casteism running in our bloods, the values and traditions of a typical Indian family which the younger generations find tough to relate to and often a roadblock in the pursuit of their dreams, media's role in the society, corruption as a way of life, the old striving to survive in face of the onslaught of the new and a thousand other small things, without ever getting preachy. Aren't our day to day lives exactly similar? All of these things play out as part of regular life everyday. And the movie shows them just as such, without being preachy. It does drag, it gets boring in patches towards the end, which does disappoint by following the regular Bollywood mould. But overall, the movie manages to deliver a powerful message - the need to introspect, look within ourselves, as a nation, as a society, and as individuals - in an entertaining fashion, with loads of symbolism thrown in, sometimes subtle, and sometimes "in your face", like the crazy man with the mirror, urging everyone to look within.

The movie doesn't belong to any particular star, it belongs to the characters, the story, the director and his treatment. Though the entire supporting cast is efficient, Divya Dutta, in her blink and miss appearance, stands out. The music by A.R. Rahman was a major hit, and deservedly labelled as one of his best ever efforts. Anyhow, I fail to understand why this amazing movie failed to capture the imagination of Bollywood aficionados. Anyway, what the hell do I know? I am the guy who liked Raavan!!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Death of a Poet

As the pen laid dry,
the mind wandered,
grew restless and quivered,
exasperated,
struggling for freedom,
from the shackles of its own failings.
Longing for the free flow of a waterfall,
the carefree sprint of a deer,
the boundless flight of an eagle.

With quivering hands, it attempted to regain
the lost glory of the past,
like a fawn taking its first steps.
but was brought down to the ground,
by the ruthless claws of the predator,
Gasping for life,
Eyes longingly staring into space,
desperate to reach out,
for one last time.

Friday, June 10, 2011

Life is Stuck

So is the blog......

Stuck in the future.....

Sunday, June 5, 2011

trying my hand at a little Ogden Nash

When it comes to watermelon seeds.........
the only Question is......
to eat.... or not to eat.......

Saturday, April 9, 2011

Reclamation...... reloaded!!

This blog was supposed to be about reclamation. And after nearly three months of inactivity, I did reclaim something today. Just the stimuli I needed to get back to this outlet. Ever since I developed some sort of a social conscience (I'd say, around middle school), environmental issues were the prime tongs that poked it time and again, fiercely, strongly. It's not like I was a great crusader for Mother Earth, or lived my life only to serve the cause. I did just whatever was "convenient" for me. I participated actively in the school nature club, went on plantation drives, recycled paper (only as an assignment to make paper mache though!)and primarily used the strongest weapons at my disposal to get my passion across - the pen, and the mouth. I wrote articles, spoke in the school assembly about deforestation and everything else my inexperienced (though in hindsight, much more committed and dedicated) brain could fathom as the boundaries of the massive environmental crisis. How was I to know ,that what I envisaged the problem to be, was not even an iota of the reality back then? But I was passionate - the keyword here- and ready to do what ever it took on my part (of course, within my limits of convenience)to make a difference. And the response to those articles and speeches did make me feel that I was doing something significant. I did eventually realize the gravity of the whole situation as I grew up in its true proportions. But as you grow up, the realms of life expand beyond your control. Though my understanding of the whole issue was deeper now, the dual conflict of anger and helplessness it stoked within grew stronger, the barbs at the conscience grew sharper, the will and the passion to contribute, to make a difference became smaller. Convenience took more of a precedence, everything else, education, career, friends, became more important. My "contribution" was limited to the occasional use of the pen, plenty of heated discussions with like-minded friends, and keeping abreast of the situation.... both as a concerned citizen, and an aspiring biologist. The situation did not change much in college. Though I became more aware of the issue, my understanding of the problems acquired a deeper, scientific basis, and more importantly I was thrown in the company of a couple of individuals whose commitment, passion, and will was far greater than mine. Instead of being inspired to take more effective strides further, I was content with the heated discussions, putting up opinions and ideas, and doing whatever was convenient to me, using public transport by choice, saving water blah blah....., but in some way, I was still involved - still concerned. That tiny shred of involvement went away as soon as higher studies came into the picture. It was all a clean slate. I was a couple of steps away from pursuing my higher studies in wildlife and conservation biology, or even environmental studies. I was about to make a career out of my passion. But, conventional wisdom got the better of me, and steered away from the course (its a different story altogether that the road I chose from thereon was not anymore conventional than the one I left).

Its been roughly three years now since I faced that fork. In these three years, everything has changed. There is no more passion for what used to be THE CAUSE of my life, what I was meant to do. The barbs on the conscience became infrequent as opposed to constant, and conversations with those like minded individuals would make me wonder "whatever in the world happened?". Though this change also coincided with my stint in Pondy, I would not blame that place for it, as I very willingly did in my very first post here. But today, an iota of that concern, that passion, that anger, that will came back. And ironically enough, what brought it back was watching an episode of Save India's Coasts Campaign on NDTV set in...... of course, Pondicherry. I was aware of the campaign for some time, came across episodes while channel surfing, but never really stopped to watch until today.

This post was actually supposed to be on that issue - India's Coastlines and the neglect. NDTV has once again picked up something that needed URGENT attention, and kudos to them. But as I started writing, narcissism sunk in, and this whole post became just another sob story of my reclamation. But I will get to the actual issue in the next post, because now that a bit of that spark is back, the only tool I have at my disposal even now is the pen (or rather... the keyboard now actually). Till then, do check out the campaign if you are concerned.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Some Things Never Change

When life seems to be caught in a picture frame, utterly static, refusing to budge, one often finds oneself turning the pages back, trying to relive or recreate the bright spots etched in the past. In one such exercise, I recently tuned into the Wicked Hour, the western music late-night show (1 a.m.) on AIR FM Rainbow. It was an integral part of my daily routine a few years back, and very often, I found myself staying up only to listen to that entire show. Or even if the lights were out, I'd still have my earphones and cell phone ready in bed. I couldn't imagine going to bed without listening to it. Now it seems like ages have gone by since then. I don't tune in to any western music show on AIR now, while not so long ago, they were...........

Anyway, for as long as I can remember, the radio has been an integral part of my life. Even from the reserves of faded memories of childhood which one tends to retain (or build up in one's imagination), I can recall waking up to the sounds of old Hindi film classics, or classical music from the radio set, (which would now look out of place even in an antique-piece showroom, but is still safely tucked away beneath the piles of old quilts in my house), as my mother cleaned the house, gently humming along with it. Those were, I imagine, the a.m. days. Then skipping a few years in the limited reserves of memory, I arrive on the F.M. days, when following the footsteps of my teen-aged sister, I began to revel in the sounds of Whigfield, Boyzone, Backstreet Boys, Spice girls and the likes. This is when my long and memorable association with AIR FM began. This is when I first heard the sound of Shibani Kashyap's iconic jingle in English - "We got the music playing, night and day.......". Those were the days of pagers. SMS was still unheard of. I used to rush home from school, to maximize the amount of time I could spend listening to the 2-3 western music show, and not miss listening to "Words" by Boyzone, or "Sexy eyes" by Whighfield, again. Then at night, there was YAFI - You Asked For It". People used to send hand made cards and letters and what not to the RJs.

Then, as I grew up, the bond became deeper and stronger - some new artists, Shania, Savage Garden, Westlife and so on. The 2-3 show became Just For You, the pagers gave way for e-mail messages. I remember, my very first e-mail was in 9th standard from a cyber cafe, to this very show, a request for songs. The thrill of listening to my mail being read out by my favorite RJ (Meghna on Just for you), as soon as I walked into the house from school, and hearing my request being played, was no less than Halle Berry's Oscar moment! Soon, the number of shows increased - take off and time out in the morning were the reason I used to get out of the bed SHARP at 8 even on weekends. Then different shows everyday from 5-6, 8-9 and 10-11. LiveWire on Sundays was a must - thanks to my sister again. Each RJ was liked or loathed with sincere intensity. I don't exactly remember when I started listening to the Wicked hour, but I know that it became the most awaited hour of the day during my college days. Musical tastes improved, sources for western music diversified with the advent of other FM channels and cable television at home, but my loyalty to AIR was unflinching. Somewhere down the line, it became AIR FM RAINBOW, but as long as Shibani Kashyap's voice continued to entreat you to listen to the station, all was well with the world.

The world moves with the times, but not AIR FM RAINBOW. At least the western music section. The RJs, at least till the final year of my college were mostly good, and the music was, well, a mixed bag. Plenty of other channels cropped up, but they were all (and still are!) so similar that it became difficult to distinguish one from another. But AIR retained its old world charm. RJ's still continued to speak over the songs according to will, describing the merits of the song and only stopping when half of the song had already played out. Belinda Carlisle's "heaven is a place on earth...." still played out day in and day out on each and every show. Celine Dion was still the queen, though the world may have forgotten her, and "Nothing's gonna change my love for you....." was still the lovers' anthem. AIR was like a stubborn kid, which had to be different from all the other kids in class, and refused to move on to the next grade, happy and comfortable with familiarity of the old. And who would blame them, the saccharine coated messages from devout listeners (yes, SMS had arrived by now), continued to pour in, and Enrique's Escape was still requested at least 100 times a day. A few good RJs who were a breather, and gave a chance to Coldplay, Nirvanna, Alanis and others, slowly started drifting away to other lucrative assignments on th newer crop of FM stations. But the Belinda Carlisle fans refused to budge from the studios of AIR. Still, people like me were also there, staying up entire nights listening to them, living their lives along with the station, and forming bag-full of memories.

Then I went to Pondy, and not being such a big fan of the Tamil music on the local radio station, radio was replaced by my mp3 player and computer. And now, there is no more take off or time out, there is no Just for you, no more Meghna, no more Lokesh, no more Dr. Feel Good (doing quite well on another channel though). It seems AIR western music section has vowed not to budge an inch. And as I discovered the other day, Wicked hour is still there, the annoying RJs with fake accents who apparently have sworn to speak over every song innumerable times are still there, the faulty players and CDs which get stuck are still there, Shibani Kashyap still sounds as fresh as ever, heaven is still a place on earth for AIR (long live Belinda!!) .......... and all the memories, of course, still are there. As they say, somethings never change.