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.