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.

And play.

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

Rover, wanderer,

Nomad, vagabond,

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.

Inktober 2017 - Day Three - Poison

Looking for first two entries? They can be found here.

Read the original post here: Inktober 2017

Inktober 2017 – Day One Entry

Inktober 2017 – Day Two Entry

Want to see more of my ink sketches, check out my gallery.

Now let’s see what we will find underwater tomorrow.

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39 thoughts on “Inktober – Day Three Entry – What’s your Poison?

  1. Def Leppard was the band that got me, back in the 80’s. Then Van Halen, Scorpions, Judas Priest, Motley Crue, Poison, Metallica, Five Finger Death Punch, Avenged Sevenfold, and the lost goes on. I’m a lyricist too…they speak to me before the music, usually. Great post, once again. Killer sketch!!

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    1. Well, I was hooked on Metallica for almost a year before I even tried another metal band. For example, I listened to only three bands for more than seven years and in just last eight months, I have listened to atleast fifty. Those are the ones I can think on top of my head. And I guess it goes without saying I’m a lyricist too.

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      1. Alright. Sorry, I have to ask you this. I can drop an email. But let’s just do it here. Would you like to publish your article that is in draft stage on TPIB? In case you don’t want, let me know and I’ll write one for today. No one else has anything scheduled.

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  2. That’s definitely another rant! But surprisingly, I did not expect it shifting to your love for Hetfield. Your sketches are the main reason I read all your spewing yet indulging tirades! Jokes apart, they are way too good, Nitesh.😊
    And all I can say about music is, its an intoxicating elixir..irrespective of the genre..I wouldn’t slot it as a poison!

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  3. The punk band Rancid is the band that changed my life,
    But the last few year I’ve been hooked on spoken word, so for the sake of lyrics there’s A band called Listener (a song called Wooden Heart) and a band called Hotel Books, musically it’s a world away from metal but the writing for me personally is amazing,

    Awesome sketch by the way, that was meant to be my main comment but I thought I’d also divulge how big an influence music has had on my life as well.

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      1. I listened to some and yes, I think they are more depressing than screaming. I like some of the lyrics. I haven’t listened to what I call depressing music for about four years. Just doesn’t help, does the opposite. Same for sad movies, don’t watch. It’s too much on you of everyday stuff.

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    1. Holy cow? Matlab pakaa Indian style dialogue. 🙂
      Well, thank you so much and there aren’t enough words in which I can define my love and need for music. So I’m glad I have a fellow like that in you.

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