'Mega'

I was in two minds whether to go for the Megadeth Concert or not, in Bengaluroo. My first Mind was being rational. I was out of money, I had just returned from the Jungles of Tadoba. I had just spent a lot of money to see a Tiger. My second mind was simply being me. It didn't care about the financials. It didn't care about borrowing money. So as a student of Management, I made the most rational decision.

I went for the Concert!

It started with a 22 hour bus ride. This bus ride was different. It included having a exceptional control on ones bladder, like no other. It required one to eat lunch, dinner in 15 mins flat which included the time to place the order and wait for it. And finally it required immense mental strength to withstand any movie being played in the bus. Other than that, it was smooth ride.

Rah managed to drain out my Zune, even before we entered Karnataka. So I was left with no choice but to watch 'Aap ke Khatir'. It was a movie made to make people hate movies.

After sleeping like a contortionist, we reached Bengalooru at 7 in the morning. And we were taken for a ride right away. Thats one thing I have come to hate about Bengalooru. The rickwallahs seem to be more powerful than the traffic cops. Yeah....Quasi respect is shown to traffic guy, but the rickwallas run the show.

We got into a hotel. I refuse to use adjectives to describe it. Our haggling experts weren't good enough for the determined receptionist of this run down hotel near MG road.

Rah is still not accustomed to thinking logically and expected the service of a 5 star for nugatory room rate we paid. I believe he was in love with the receptionist. He'd call him up for everything. A brush, A toothpaste, a soap bar (A lux bar of specific variety for his skin is second best only to Om Puri's.) A breakfast at 'India Coffee House' prepared us for the onslaught that was the remaining 2 Pan Brothers.

It was time for Stixs, and rationality is smothered when it comes to beer. And this trip was no different. After a blissfull 4 hours of music accompanied by not so great beer, we were perfectly balanced for Mustaines of the world. Or so we thought. We entered the concert 15 mins before the legends took their place. While me, sag and vic decided to enjoy the show from the back, the rest had the alcohol acting in their favour, so they decided to enjoy it from the barricades.
So they began. Caught amidst the Holy Wars, it all seemed a blur. Sau, that bastard again, managed a plectrum of none other than Mustaine himself. We sniffed for one, post the concert, but there were too many losers and not enough plectrums.

A trip back to the hotel wasn't the best but no one complained, for they all knew there was some beer in the waiting at our palatially inadequate rooms. A biopsy of the concert followed. Vic tried to compare the Maidens to the Deths, but his deliberations were squished literally and physically. The next day was to bade goodbye to most of the fuckers...while me sau and sag decided to stick around. Cham suggested this neat place which serves wine. What wine, I hadn't a clue. But the Waiters were careful enough to remind the ladies of the glasses they had downed.

The journey back was in a sleeper coach, which I made complete use of. Slept for 18 of the 23 hours of the bus ride. Felt what it must have been for actors to play the part of a dead guy in a casket. (the mob movies). The sleep was interspersed with a verbal brawls, with none other than sag. Not much to say about the journey back, except I was smart enough to drain out the Zune for my own pleasure in the first 3 hours of the journey.

And so we arrived to the filth and open exhibition of excretal disposition.

One hell of a trip. Though Maiden was better.