My Dad’s Transistor-Radio


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One of my Dad’s most prized possessions was his transistor radio. It was grey in colour and was encased in a black, vinyl cover.

Till we were teenagers, there was no television at home, and a lot of entertainment happened only through this radio.

From 6 am in the morning, till we left for school at 8.15 am, the music and voices from the radio accompanied our morning routine. We could hear a lot of static sometimes.

As my mom braided my sisters’ and my hair, we sang along with the advertising jingles – some that I hum to this very day. Certain announcements served as cues for us to get ready. If we heard certain announcements, it sometimes meant that we were running late (these were the ones we only heard on the weekend).

At night, after homework and dinner, as we wound down, we would listen to some lovely songs on the radio.

The radio was also our greatest companion during Indian cricket matches, where all of us listened to ball by ball updates of the match. 

The radio stimulated our visualization skills, as we were free to picture what we wanted.

There were even more exciting moments with the radio, when the famous Halley’s Comet could be seen from Earth (somewhere in the eighties if I am not wrong).  My Dad woke all of us up in the wee hours of the morning. It was quite cold. And with the radio commentary for company, we walked in our garden, looking up at a clear sky, glittering with a million stars.

We did not see the comet, but had a lot of fun trying to look for it. A wonderful early morning adventure, after which my mom treated us to hot mugs of  chocolate.

My Dad was a good singer, and on most Sundays, we woke up to his deep voice humming along with the radio.

The morning and late evening news capsules were an integral part of our day. During these two capsules, we were expected to maintain silence. After the news, my Dad usually gave us an overview of key happenings.

I still have very fond memories of our good old Radio Transistor.

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22 Responses to My Dad’s Transistor-Radio

  1. Sastha says:

    Nostalgic… it was so much a part of our younger days! The Tamil songs/cricket/news and not to forget the sorrowful music and somber tones when a top leader passed on..

    Nicely written, Nimmi! 🙂

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  2. A very nice post. Conjures a simpler time before there was TV (or cell phones, or cable for that matter) when all people relied on for entertainment was the radio…but I’m sure you a too young for that!

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  3. Susan D. Durham says:

    How lovely. Sweet memories.

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  4. great story. can well understand his admiration for this radio.
    have one now that looks a lot like that.

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  5. esoofi says:

    Your post is so good, it reminded me of my grandpa’s transistor, he was very fond of it and even had license to play it. Akashwani, vividh bharathi etc..

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  6. Very nice memories Nimi 😉
    We had also a transistor radio in my childhood. My mother turned it on from early morning.

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  7. tomrains says:

    Really cool memories! The only radio I ever had was in my car or also used as an alarm clock, so I have very different associations. Cool to hear your story.

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  8. joannesisco says:

    This post triggered some mighty strong memories. In our home, the radio was always on in the mornings as we got ready for school and at lunch time.
    Same as you had, there were certain triggers that indicated whether we were on time or late. The CBC (Canadian Broadcasting Corporation) still sends out the National Research Council time signal everyday at 1pm. Every time I hear it, it sends me back to the kitchen of my childhood.
    Thanks for the trip down memory lane 🙂

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  9. D K Powell says:

    Very similar memories for me too! Now I have a radio too which we listen to avidly. Total silence for the news too!

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