the show that ..."showered with rock"

Was it the rain or just the rude auto guy whome i asked for directions!!!
came saturday, every atom in my body was ready to go for the (fireo motorock) atleast thats what the news paper said.
and there was not even a touch of "ROCK" in what i heard at palace grounds that day.

When was the last time you felt like you were naked and sliding over a blade edge?it was 2 days back for me.
It was raining all evening and bone chilling cold, but then this Music bust wanted more and I go all alone(to be noted)
26KM ( check out the urge) through Bangalore traffic to listen to "ROCK"

It pays off ...the trouble the passion the hmmmm..evry thing pays off

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boy that was a sad,..just ignore the previous mumbling

So here I was at the entrance and I could hear the base thumping through, didnt even bother to park the bike properly, i rush
myself to the gate just to realise the music that was being played it went from the sublime to the ridiculous...HINGLISH ROCK
where is the good music, RSJ are u there .....?
that was a sad attempt to segue to the following...

All I find there was a universal gettogether for the "KOIYAN's" and watch them flaunt to death about their flashy clothes and
non-existing knwolege of "good music".Thsese "Koiyans" are the prissiest, but then thier clothes do churn your tummy at times.

They start moving forward when the band ( hmmm can't even pronounce their name .. agreed by the lead for the band too, ON STAGE)
started playin "this aint song for the broken hearted ... taing.. taing .. tung tung tungggg tung" ,no malice intended here.

By the grace of my fore-fathers good deeds, just when i went for a fag and chips, the rain GOds felt "enough is enough" ,It
started POURING ..first vision that came in my narked mind was..Macaulay Culkin doing the "NOW EAT THIS" in MJ..
gee it s fun to see others, all drenched and shivering running haywire when u
puff to glory and yes munch into the "classic salted" chips all this by the warmth of the tea and shade of the covers above you
(did i say i have horns and a tail with arrow head)


Then there was this friend of mine who had no other word than "F#$*" in his vocabulary,
though it was preceded or vice versa with one of your ancestral names
oh and the group of highly safosticated "DUDes" who thought the "duds" who were on stage were "Moksha",when all the while
some demented freak band was playing the Rock version of a sanskrit sloka in a high falsetto.
Well there was a feel good factor though "babes" .. but the saga comtinues, the "KOIYAN's" sweep em all.

All wet and shivering and satisfied after Swearing at innocent musicians who didnt play ,
just because they loved their life and didnt want to die electricuted in front of a bunch of "KOIYANs",
or instead the lead singer could have gone back to chennai and said..
"well no more MOKSHA the rest of them got fried till their jocs, trying to play a tribute for the KOIYANs"

I drive through the mud and dirt back abode to listen to some Kobain in sankars ancient MP3 player. alas my rock thirst bilogical cells
atleast get get to tell each other brrrr.. "dine with the devil".