This was it. The day I had probably waited for my entire life was here. The gods of metal-METALLICA (oh it was too good to be true!) were to finally enthrall their die-hard fans in India.
I had spent the previous evening just fretting over my look for “the day” finally settling on my Metallica shirt (the not so faded one), a pair of jet black jeans and my forever dependable pair of black high tops.
At 10 am I along with my equally crazy metal head brother boarded the metro to Gurgaon and I couldn’t help grinning like a maniac every time I spotted a person wearing a Metallica shirt in the metro. My alter ego, Sherlock Holmes told me that they were probably headed for the concert too.
We reached the venue and it was already jam packed. It was barely 11 and the concert was to start at 4 but we all wanted to be in the first row so that James could call us up on the stage and ask us to sing with him or play the guitar or..(here I go with my imagination again) .Anyway, as time flew by, the crowd got more and more impatient. I couldn’t feel my right leg as it had gone numb after the 54th person (exaggeration much?) had stomped on it. Time was ticking. It was 4 pm and the guards weren’t showing any signs of opening the barricades. But that was okay. I along with the other die-hard fans just crooned our favorite Metallica songs, acted crazy for the shutterbugs and soaked in the atmosphere.
When the barricades were finally opened everybody went mental. I ran as if the devil was hot on my tail. And the hard work (what can I say. I rarely jog. Forget running) paid off and there I was in the 3rd row (was I excited or was I excited). So I and my brother just talked about how awesome the concert was going to be. We even made a pact that if one of us gets called up on the stage he/she will ask James to call the other one too!
Little did we know that things will pan out the way they did that day.
We waited and waited. Observing the crowd did help kill time. There was this tiny toddler sporting a Mohawk and wearing a Metallica shirt! But looking at a lot of bored and doubtful faces gets old pretty fast.
Honestly, where were the opening acts?
The crowd was hungry, tired and exasperated, so calling us ‘dipshits’ wasn’t the best move on the Metallica crew members’ part. It was now 7 and the stage looked pathetic and bare.
Then suddenly a couple of crew members appeared and started packing up their instruments. I remember telling my brother, “They are just packing their instruments so that the opening act can set up theirs”. Boy was I wrong. Another person came up on the stage and said and I quote, “Aaj concert nahi hoga. Kal aa jana.” Whoa! Rewind and pause. Did the weird man with the weird red hair just say what I think he did?
The crowd went berserk at this. Somewhere it was justifiable. Just take my case for example. I had waited 20 years and 7 hours just to be told that this concert was being cancelled. And to add insult to the injury the angrez crew member had to come out and say, “If you behave like this we won’t have the concert even tomorrow”. We had shelled out an insane amount just to see our favorite band perform live and such were the remarks thrown our way. I was in my “I can’t believe this is happening” mode and was standing there mouth agape. We were pushed towards the exit like cattle and I and my brother made our way back home.
It was such a massive let-down. But when we reached home, we saw that mom had prepared the yummiest chocolate cake for her sobbing kids. She calmed us down, made us laugh and all in all turned our sad faces into happy smiling ones.
I still have the ticket with me and am hopeful that I’ll get to see them perform someday.
Life is 10% what you make it and 90% how you take it
And I choose to take everything in my stride and stay optimistic and ever excited.