Mumbai: The monsoon of 1992 smelled like wet earth and diesel. In a two-room flat above a kirana store in Mumbai’s Bandra, four kids who’d never left Maharashtra stared at a flickering television. The screen glowed with a grainy video: four guys in kurtas and ripped jeans, hair in their eyes, thrashing guitars in a college canteen. The song was “Rock ’n’ Roll Star,” and the channel was MTV India. One of the kids, a wiry drummer named Arjun, felt the floor tilt. “That could be us,” he whispered. His…
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