Hello Hello !!

Recording was my first way of holding on to sound.Before I knew what documentation meant, I used to record songs from the radio onto tape.

I was 8. The tapes would often get entangled.I would unscrew the cassette, pull the ribbon out slowly, sooo delicate, straighten it with my fingers, and wind it back in.

Over the years, I found myself recording sounds without knowing why. I rarely did anything with them. Recording became less about output and more about presence.

Later, I realised I needed better tools — a Zoom recorder, proper microphones, an understanding of sound itself. At the time, I had neither the tools nor the understanding.

I learned that the hard way.

I once made a documentary that suffered because I didn’t understand something as basic as a dead cat filter. The footage was strong. The conversations were real. But the sound — the sound was broken.

Wind interference. Uncontrolled noise. Gaps that couldn’t be repaired.

In the end, I had to save the film by adding subtitles.The film exists, but not in the way I first imagined it.

I’m sharing the documentary here — not as a polished achievement, but as a record of learning.

Now, recorders have been replaced by cameras and phones. Everything records something.Yet I still carry my recorder.

In Basar, I recorded a river with it. The sample sound I’ll leave behind here — it’s a river in Basar.

https://www.recallingroots.org