Blessed Nothings Blasted Somethings

Good Morning

Morning it is. 5 am. Have'nt got a wink of sunday sleep. Blame it on force of habit and hair loss. (I'm still thinking of reason no.3 and 4). It's been a week since I last stepped into the hallowed halls of All India Radio, and a lot of water has flown through the Ulsoor lake and a lot of ammonium nitrate has passed through the atmosphere of the city since.

I had plans of writing about subjects as diverse as the brand new studio console, my mothers' obsession for train journeys,the cultivation of cucumber in Upper Volta,etc, but I finally decided to stick to more dark and depressing subjects like bombs and my radio show. (not necessarily in that order).

It is my 4th tryst with disaster in a city.I've had an incredible knack of picking up cities that maybe subject to bomb blasts and natural disasters nad being present right there, which is scary as much as it is empowering. Without any attempt at political correctness, with all my heart,lungs and every living part of my body, I would like to express spite, anger and hatred towards the low lives who actually manipulated and designed this whole situation. But ultimately what does'nt kill us makes us stronger, so I'm hoping we're stronger and wiser with the experience.

Nothing eventful to report about on the last radio show I did, except that there was no noticeable influence of Satan anywhere around (ref: to the person who actually mentioned about satanic music in one of the shows).The music rolled on, I went through with some select picks .To be honest I dont remember a thing of what I did last week, trying my best to recall. But one week is long enough time to forget and to come up with good enough explanations for forgetting.

Alright, the easier bit would be this week. I'm slotted (lol,makes me look like a die machine) for 2 shows this week. Monday (today) as usual 6 to 7 and 9 to 11 pm and same time on wednesday too. Looking forward to getting back to our original studio and using the brand new console. Its all digital with shining LCD et al like some hip hoppers bling. Mine eyes, they dazzle. Lol, jokes aside, I've heard that this thing is really state of the art.

Thats it for now, hope we have a better week with more rains,more diesel, less power cuts, no disasters and the best from radio. Damn, thats a tv sign out line. Feel free to send in your requests and dedications too.

Cheerio people. Till next week.

Peace

J

A tightrope walk through the airwaves

Smart

I started this blog a couple of minutes ago and I'm into my second post already. Talk about setting things in motion (now don't get potty thoughts..grr). So, while the whole and soul purpose of this blog would technically be to list out happenings on my radio shows with a professional/personal perspective, I would still beg to digress here and there, with or without your permission.

So there was a mighty hauling of cable lines drawn outside our regular studio last monday, which meant that we were shifted to a nondescript little recording room that masqueraded as a studio. Well I'll tell you what I'm just about getting used to the fact that All India Radio has 2 computers (remember I'm a 6 yr war scarred veteran who's used to spools and records) and voila while my mindset adjustment is in process, I'm booted out to a recording room to do my show. So there's a control unit in this room which has a lot of scary looking antique buttons that look like they may set off a bomb timer. So during my drive time show at 6pm, I use the opportunity to goof around a little,learn the ropes of this transmitting and recording unit, mess up big time, but still stay happy that I have mastered this studio. Come 9pm, MAST 101.3, no surprises to mess ups for the most part. We're talking about funny stuff on the show. And I must say that when you let people belt out the funnies in their lives uninhibited, even the most trivial rubbish can evoke belly laughs. So I did have a good time, but yeh, had another hour to go.

Now I somehow develop this deep sense of security and beleive that the world's my oyester when I step into the groove for the International music hour, a show called The Rockbox, where I play rock music (no rock is not heavy metal, try arguing with me on that) of all forms and subgenres. But then you know its not all roses and lilies that surround your pond all the time, so nature or your studio equipment decides to water down your best laid plans sometimes and throw some new challenges. Its Murphy's Law at work man, don't blame me. So the good old CD player in the good old recording room, spat out a CD after I had proudly announced that I'd be playing Life is Beautiful by 6 am after it'd been requested for 4 to 5 weeks continously by a gentleman. Well it did'nt play. But I did get to play Shine by Collective Soul which I'd been dying to play for sometime now. Somewhere down the line, the duty officer (if you're familiar with the government, all that you do in an 'office' -music included- within your work timing constitutes 'duty'. So your show is also called 'duty', the security's job is also called 'duty'. so get used to 'duty') felt the music went a little too loud. Well I could'nt really talk the gentleman into the virtues of melodic death and prog metal. Among the many messages that came by, I could'nt help but notice one, which requested (a real request of sorts) if I could desist from playing anything satanic, even if I have'nt as yet. Since I like to personally address a lot of messages, I said I would do my bit to weed out unhealthy messages (try winning that battle with rock music) and I progressed to play one of my favorite classics Rock Bottom by UFO. Well mother of all horrors, I realized it had rich satanic content. I could'nt help but feel a little stupid and funny.

I've got some requests for the next monday show, and have some of my personal picks too. If you wish to add to the cart, go right ahead. Remember its got to be Rock music of some form (Britney Spears, Amy Winehouse and Justin Timberlake are not rock artists). I may play it based on the format of the show on the subsequent week or the weeks after. Oh while I'm at it, I might have a thursday 'duty' to fill too. Will play all the bubblegum you want then :-).

Rock On
J

A little bit of radio in my fingers

Hi All

I desisted from this itchy urge of starting up with a radio like bang, almost forgetting that I would'nt be heard. So its just that low key plastic Hi All start. For now, all is just me, soon I'm hoping, all is going to be many more of us.

This is the start of new blog, though I might be tempted to say it heralds the dawn of a new movement. Its my second foray into blogging, my first one still up and chronicled with some pearls of elevated nonsense.

So structure demands that you have an introduction, body text and a conclusion. But if you conveniently place it under the garb of counterculture you don't need to give a toss about structure unless it pertains to the human body. So on that disjuncted note, I'll open the door for some little pieces of small talk to set in from me, you or the world at large.

By the way, I'm Sanjay Das and I do shows on 101.3 FM Rainbow all monday nights. So keep reading and there is a wee little possibility of something interesting transpiring in the blogs to follow.

Till then
All the louvings
Sanjay