Imagine this. A sixteen year old boy. An industrial area and the clock striking fifteen past midnight. No, I am not trying to make you imagine a bad horror movie or thriller movie. That scene was quite common in my teenage years.
There isn’t a point into going into details. At least this post isn’t dedicated to that. A sixteen year old unloading a truck filled to brim with twenty-five kilogram cartos is a quite common sight in India. There isn’t anything special or unique about it. And before you wonder, yes, those two words are different. Ahh, fuck. I just can’t stop showing off, can I? This idiotic rant, well not a rant today, is meant to be my respect for Metal. Yup, we are going there.
So, fifteen past midnight. Twenty-five kilogram cartons and, I’m having trouble remembering the number but I guess they used to be seventy in a fully loaded truck. Now, I am sixteen at that time and I am and I was a bright kid when it came to academics (I’m one of those who generally tops the class, but again that isn’t the point). I had my final exams next day. I was in tenth standard at that time and in India, 10th standard used to be a very big deal. Used to be. I can make it poetic, after all I do know how to write poetry, but that’d be just a pathetic excuse.
The point is I was angry. The anger when you hate everything. Your parents, the very air you breathe, your God, if there is one, and definitely yourself. We can go into the whole, “Why my life didn’t turn out this way debate” also, but then again, repeat it, that isn’t the point of this post.
Fast forward forty minutes. Now the truck is going back and it’ll drop me at my home, which is roughly ten mile from the factory, and I have my book in one hand and my phone in another. I attach my headphones and browse through my gallery. There is a new band I have recently read about and I have downloaded few of their songs. Don’t go into my tenses right now or I’ll kill you. I am trying to be dramatic right now.
Dham. Yup, that is how it starts and that follows for a one minute and twenty second long guitar intro. Now that is something new for a kid who just heard Shakira’s Hips Don’t Lie one day back. And then comes the most beautiful part and believe me when I say this. That was a poetic moment. After this, you’ll know.
And the road becomes my bride,
I have stripped of all but pride,
So in her I do confide,
And she keeps me satisfied,
Gives me all I need.
And with dust in throat I crave,
Only knowledge will I save
To the game you stay a slave
Call me what you will.
But I’ll take my time anywhere
Free to speak my mind anywhere
And I’ll redefine anywhere
Anywhere I roam
Where I lay my head is home.
Metallica – Wherever I May Roam
I really do not want to stop with the lyrics right now. Fuck, I am getting too emotional as I’m writing this right now. But I hope you got my point. I really do. And in case you are wondering what the fuck is wrong with this boy? I only have only line for you, “Music saved my life.” You possibly couldn’t the awe I was in as I resonated with every word that left the mouth of, then unknown to me, James Hetfield. And the road becomes my bride. Shit.
And that is how a little pop lover became a metalhead. That is the reason when someone says Metallica is a sold-out, I simply reply with two words, “Fuck you.” I can tell you all about my love for metal, the songs I have listened to, my favourite bands, and favourite albums. Atleast that is what I had planned when I started writing this.
As I am currently participating in Inktober and we are at a day three, I had to draw something based on the prompt “Poison.” Now, I had already made my challenge a bit complicated by committing myself to a silly rule. I’ll use both the WordPress daily prompt and official Inktober 2017 prompts to create an ink drawing. So, poison and interest.
Tell me, what is your poison of choice? Or interest? Whichever you prefer. In case it wasn’t clear, mine is metal. So, I give you “The Big Four.” Metallica. Megadeth. Slayer. Anthrax.
Looking for first two entries? They can be found here.
Read the original post here: Inktober 2017
Want to see more of my ink sketches, check out my gallery.
Now let’s see what we will find underwater tomorrow.