“Lakhon hai yahan dilwale, par pyaar nahi milta…” , Am I falling in love again? Yes, may be, at least with the melodies… of our good ol’ Bollywood classics. I don’t know if everyone who comes to a foreign land (an Indian out of India, I mean) feels the same. I have, ever since I came to London, been going ga-ga with Hemant Kumar, tapping on ticks-tocks of O. P. Nayyar, getting melancholic with Rafi, and so on. I have, never in particular liked Kishore Kumar (spare me), and till date Lata is a big NO (except for Luka Chuppi – Rang De Basanti ). As a matter of fact, I never had any musical favourites from the times of the golden age of our Indian cinema (the lustre has only faded now, though movies of today do fake a lot of glitter). I used to listen to anything that played on my small Philips pocket transistor, the custody of which lay in my mom’s hands most of the times during day, and then with dad during the night. Dare, I touch the black box and change the frequency. So, it was ...