Rock revisited

Mr.Akhilesh Alva, a cherished buddy and an ardent heavy metal loyalist unlike yours truly shared today the unplugged version of four horsemen and it all started to flow back.

From a time when I used to listen to Britney spears - Hit me baby one more time at full volume with the equalizers in the V(high bass, high treble and no vocals) mode(I swear, that's all I know about equalizers). To where I am now, a bit of a softie and not much of a rock fan. As musical taste has always been, a matter of peers, choices, opinions, taste and always evolution with an ever expanding repertoire. Let me take a look back while the Aces are still high :)

In the life and times of a teenager, identity is all that matters. During these times,
Life it seems will fade away,
Drifting further everyday,
Getting lost within myself,
Nothing matters no one else,
I have lost the will to live,
Simply nothing more to give,
There is nothing more for me,
Need the end to set me free

Meant more that what anyone book, person or song could ever say about what I perceived was happening to me and expressed in a way only Metallica could.

There have been times where we have seen the face of Wickerman in the CFTRI ground right next to home soon after half a strong beer and few chips.

These were the times when a sore neck was the souvenirs to show our mates who weren't lucky enough to make it to scorpions who told us the winds of change are blowing towards us and most beautiful violinist I ever saw only stamped that thought into my head.

A period where 666 was the only number worth remembering and hallowed was the name of him who had remorse on the morning of his end.

To us, they were the sounds that our parents hated so much that we loved them.
To us, they were stuff that yellow shirt wearing poppers could only hate.
To us, The air guitars that I have carried, red fire spitting and black as the night sky had played tunes with slash and kirk, the way only we can. In sync with the greats, Sweat pouring, soul aching, mind churning and absolutely liberating.

Life was sad but still true. The fear of the dark was overcome at 2 minutes to midnight cause we were the riders of the storm.

The end was near but it was beautiful, it was slow, and it was full of love. For the black and the white, For the blood and the tears, For the living and the dead.

BUT NOT THOSE BLOODY POPPERS ;)