Remember Lata Music Centre? /Remember /the five minutes that turned into a half an hour stop on Sunday afternoons/ when you were post idli lunch sweaty cheeked child your father would thumb/ through rows of cassette tapes the same way he ran his fingers through your/ hair to tuck you into bed at night /Remember /glossy cassette sleeve paper cradled in L shaped plastic /the colours that your father would hum/from Jagjit Singh/ Pankaj Udhas/ Mehdi Hassan/ Anup Jalota/Remember red cursive font on yellow/ jingle that would end side A you’d recite again while flipping over for Side B/remember movie soundtracks from Dil Hai Ke Manta Nahin/Hum/ Phool Aur Kaante/Saajan / The year was 1991, everybody else in your class was listening to Jacky Cheung/ there was real fear of somebody/ finding out what was really happening in your bright red plastic Sony walkman/fear of head shaking from side to side with palms clasped in mocking Namaste but then this/this is the year Michael Jackson will dance alongside an Odisi dancer /and being brown is/ almost/ ok again.