Death metal @ $@@r@nG

First time in a death metal concert; in fact, first time in a rock concert and I expected myself to be out of it in no time. Death metal was never my cup of coffee (or Red Bull :P !!) and is still isn’t. I still don’t understand why one should classify it under music. (A dictionary might help you, if you challenge ma above statement). But who cares, not me nor did the thousands who had come here.

Sheer noise, yes sheer noise; it would knock any thought, emotion or sensation that might come to you. Starts with a bang, ends with bang, and in the middle there’s more bang bang!! Oh boy you gotto be there if you wanna know how it feels!! So there you lie in the middle of a filled concert with nothing in your mind and the "music" (used for the lack of a better word) is breaking into your ears. Like a tempest on a calm shore. Soon you find your head moving. And by the time your hands and feet also join in you are sure to realise that you are no longer yourself. A necromancer has taken over you, bewitching your senses and enthralling you. And for this show it was one of the greatest necromancers of all time Mikael Åkerfeldt of Opeth displaying the might of his sorcery.

But the best part of a death metal concert is not all the clamour going on outside, but when you start to bang (no pun intended, of course). Head banging is one of the best things I have done in my life and shall remain to be forever I guess. You go on banging to the point where all blood from your brain is thrown out and you black out. And when you come back, you can feel the “music” in what you are listening- a kind of sedating tranquility!! I was so disoriented that I thought I was intoxicated. Took me a hour to figure out if I was walking straight or not. Four hours of pure exhilaration and 400 bucks of head banging entertainment, worth every bit of it!!

They say there’s no gain without pain. How true... When all the time you are feeling out of world and all, your poor neck is into remorseful mourning which shall be revealed without fail by the next day. But whatever you need to bear, a death metal concert and that to by Opeth is too awesome to be missed.

The aftermath of a cupidone

मेरे हाथ में तेरा हाथ हो,
सारी जन्नते मेरे सात हो,
तू जो पास हो फिर्क्या यें जहाँ,
तेरे प्यार में हो ज़ाहूं फनाह...

Many people walk into your life and many out of it. But only a few leave their footprints on the memories of sand and are never washed away by the tides of time. Nothing, no matter what, can remove them from your memory. Even if you force yourself to erase it, its all but a feeble attempt. Like scrapping snow off your doorstep on a cold snow white winter day. Oh yes, its tough work. I have ploughed and ploughed, scarped and scraped. But there was no way I could prevent snow from piling up in a couple of hours. Just because it keeps coming back, would you stop cleaning your doorstep. It would certainly sound ludicrous and even preposterous to do so.

Am I happy about this? or sad? or would I prefer to sit on the fence?

Happy? Happy for what? That I have to pain myself into this arduous monotonous task.
Sad? Oh should I be sad even when I know very well that it was and is the right thing to do. A necessary thing almost like a fundamental duty.
Sitting on the fence, good idea ehh? It aint. Prefer falling like Humpty-Dumpty down to one side of the fence.

Which side would it be? When will I fall? Would the fall hurt?
I aint know it bro, I aint.