A pair of earphones and a pocket-sized music player are my only ammunition when I battle Bangalore's half-eaten vehicle-infested roads in an autorickshaw.

Last week, it was Louie Louie (The Kingsmen) that I'd turned to. We stopped by at the millionth traffic light. I caught a biker with a wire reaching into his helmet. His foot was tapping. I realised my foot was tapping too, and that we were tapping in perfect synchrony.

Was he listening to my song?