Rustom Contractor is worried about the world. Things haven’t been the same since the British left. He remembers when the Queen’s Navy ruled the seas and ol’ blue eyes ruled the airwaves. What a time it was, dikra, what a time! Every Saturday night, he would pick up the lovely Farzana Jeejeebhoy, heart throb of the colony, on his gleaming 1939 Vauxhall; they would foxtrot until the wee hours of the morning; and then, flushed and happy, share a plate of Guntur Butter Chicken, perfectly spiced. The Vauxhall is long gone now, and sadly, so is dear Farzana. The only thing that remains is the Guntur Butter Chicken, still lovingly prepared just the way it used to be… what a shame, he feels, that we can’t say the same for the noise that passes for music today.