7:11

It was a boring Sunday as usual. Woke up and half an hour later, I was hammering keys on my keyboard. Suddenly remembered I had downloaded Quake 3 Arena, the greatest of all computer games. Downloaded some technical death metal. It reminded me of the gig I was supposed to attend the same evening. It was 6 pm when I took a quick second shower of the day. I'm always starving at the end of the show, so this time, decided to do something about my hunger before I even hit the ring road.

Some mutton seekh rolls did it for me. Cafe Morrison, South Ex was the venue. I punched some keys on my cell and informed a friend about the gig. Was running low on balance so decided not to call her up. Rs. 26, it said. Me and my friend finally reached the place. The place looked quite congested from outside. We found our way up as the overzealous bouncer hushed away all the people who were just standing there and making some last minute frantic calls to some friends. I could see the people inside from the glass door and it didn't look good. As we entered, a guitar placed under a glass slab was right under my feet. Innovative, I thought!

We walked in as some plastic smiles and curious eyes checked us out. The sound check had not even begun, just like always. It did not take long for me to understand the kind of crowd the bands had attracted. I checked out my surroundings and hoped that this gig won't disappoint me. Hellbound harmony started the show and I must admit, I wanted to punch the vox. Some sharply dressed female clones were poised in front of me. One of them, sure had something against my stomach for she couldn't stop elbowing it. My elbow your tummy, she thought. My arms, your hearse, I thought!

Every time she ran her hand through her hair, something happened to my eyes. But I decided to bear it for I knew, once the real metal started rolling, the bimbos would be gone. But that's the tragedy for there was no metal! I was right...they were with the band!

I patiently waited for Alter Ego for I was disgusted already by the sound inside that air-conditioned-chokehold. They played a few good songs by RATM but something was still missing. It turned out to be the most pathetic gig I had ever attended. Now, I just wanted to get out of there. What way to end a day I already hate. Me n my friend drove back home discussing other bands and gigs we had attended. He dropped me at my place and the moment I touched the main gate, the lights went out. A huge grunt came from the transformer near the park. I wanted to laugh but I decided otherwise. The inverter gave up too and I slept for 2 hours. My Sunday ended where it had begun.