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Remembering Voltron

Voltron was the first Japanese anime series that I started following religiously. It's the early 90s. The series had these space vans sort of things driven by young boys who would combine their rides together, in time of need...like when fighting a mega villain that deep recess of dark space has to offer, to form the mighty (colorful) Voltron , the defender of the Universe. Voltron had many weapons to take care of its foes, but weapon of its choice, a sort of super laser sword that it could summon by striking its giant robotic hands together over head. It was the ultimate weapon that could cut through any known (unknown) metals in the universe.

Very few folks in India would remember this great series, excluding may be those who had loving uncles living in HK (Hongkong), who brought back video cassette of Dragonball Z , The Transformers and other similar stuff for their geeky nephew.

No, I never had an HKwalla uncle. What I did have, or rather what my TV had, was: a really good antenna. I followed Voltron, and many other wonderful series, by catching the signals that came from across the border - signals from good old PTV. While Doordarshan was in decline, PTV, with its superior infrastructure (its signal was always crisp and clearer than Doordarshan) was just starting out. However, both were later cleared out with the coming of cable television. But in the beginning, perhaps thanks to its cosy relation with America, PTV was the one stop for the best syndicated content in the pre-cable television days.

Here's the intro video of Voltron, 2nd season made in 1990s (the one that was broadcast from PTV):



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And here's the youtube video that reminded me of Voltron and led to this post:


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It's the making of a painting by an artist named Robert Burden
It actually looks like a Voltron drawn on a Persian/Kashmiri Kaleen/rug.
Wonderful Music is by a band named The Blackstone Heist and is an adaptation of their song "Tomorrow Waits For No One". Do check out other version of this song at the Myspace page of The Blackstone Heist .It's an equally great track titled Tomorrow Jam.

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