A man is driving down a deserted highway road. The air is hot and
there is no other vehicle for miles around. As he speeds down the road,
he passes milestones, which progressively read Bombay 95.0 km
94.6
etc. Through the drive, the only sound one can hear in the car is the radio
crackling. As he moves past 93.5 the crackling gets louder and one can
hear feedback. Suddenly he skids to a stop as he sees a traffic light glowing
red with a signboard under it, which says simply 92.5. As he pulls up
at the light, the radio springs to life and belts out the current rage
international pop single. He looks at his radio display, which also reads
92.5 and looks out of the window, trying to make sense of the traffic
light and the crossroads (still on red) in the middle of nowhere. On the
intersecting road on either side of him, he sees long lines of cars parked.
He rolls down his window and hears the song on his radio blaring on all
the radios around. The song fades to an end as he looks up at the traffic
light, which has turned to Go with the 92.5 milestone below it. The
radio can be heard the sound of go
the sound of go
the sound of Go 92.5.
He smiles at the scene around, leans back in his car and switches off the
engine, closing his eyes to the music.