It was literally a “BIG” day….Wohooo!!

Ramu went to the market bought 2 apples, a banana and a mango and paid Rs 20 for them. In how many ways could Ramu have bought the fruits if the individual cost of each fruit is an integral value?

Now I think to myself:

Ramu ..oh.Ramu..If only I could meet you in person I’d whoop your sorry ass to high heaven. Don’t you have anything else to do on a Saturday morning? No I don’t blame you; I’d rather beat that shopkeeper who sold you the fruits to pulp. Which sorry excuse for a human being endowed with the bare minimum intellect would sell one banana and one apple?

Mr A says to Miss B, I am four times as old as you were, when I was four times as old as you are now. If the sum of their ages is 104. Find the age of Miss B (in years)?

There is only one solution, Miss B kindly approach Ramu, borrow his fruits ,shove the two apples up his unholy orifice and comfort him by saying “An apple a day keeps the doctor away, now that you have two you will never ever have to say ..What’s up Doc”. Having done that Miss B kindly approach Mr A and reprimand him for his manners for a lady’s age is not exactly dinner table conversation.

Yes, It was gonna go down as yet another uneventful Saturday where I would battle “interesting” CAT problems which immortalize dipshits like Ramu in print. But then a miracle. Yes,miracles do happen. The phone rang. I pick up the receiver.

A voice…Yes a voice devoid of divinity, cleaniliness, godliness and all nouns associated with halos, wings and bright lights crackles.

“Dude, MR BIG is in town, they are playing tonight, don’t worry about the money I’ll pay .We are going tonight, I have already booked the tickets”

“Are you an angel?” I ask overwhelmed by emotion.

“No, dude I’m Renzil “replied the voice.

Renzil. No it’s not an ointment for ringworm. It’s a name of a person, a highly evolved homo sapien who gets kicks out of running indecipherable code for multi-national corporations and organizing sausage fests when bored out of his mind.( In fact, Renzil once proclaimed “My sausages are better than those at Subway’s).

MR BIG. Yes people. I was there… .Courtesy Renzil D’souza. I don’t think you quite get the gravity of the situation. Let me spell it out. Loud and clear. God created us lesser mortals and then he created Paul Gilbert, Billy Seenan ,Eric Martin and Pat Torpey. He got them to form MR BIG and then unleashed them upon us.

My first ever international gig and who better than one of my all time favourite bands Mr BIG to lead the way.

I stood just feet away from the one of the greatest guitarists that music has ever been endowed with. PAUL GILBERT. Yes I stood just feet away when he played countless face melting guitar solos. When he pulled out a handrill and played the guitar with it, I went into shock. Yes people a handrill, he made music using a handrill!!!!

paul gilbert and some drill magic!!

I saw one of the fastest bass players in the world BILLY SEENAN explode on stage with his antics, He did literally everything his bass would musically permit him to do and more.

ERIC MARTIN, the lead singer left me speechless. I have never heard a voice that has such clarity, energy, soul and joy all stirred up to give a heady cocktail of awesomeness.

In short it was AURAL NIRVANA.

When they played one of their most brilliant compositions “Green tinted sixties mind”, I overheard someone say that having experienced the song live, they could die in peace. I beg to differ, I‘d want to live only to experience it again. Trust me it’s one of those things worth living for. I can’t wait to make a butt load of money take the next flight to whenever they are playing and let them rock the living daylights outta me.

I had started the day in the dingy confines of my prison cell like room –staring a meaningless sea of mindless math in fine print and ended it singing my heart out loud at Palace Grounds, Bangalore along with my favorite band. Such joy, pure and child like is hard to come by. It makes me wonder, why do we always look at the big picture, the better tomorrow and miss out on the little joys that today offers.

On that note I’d like to conclude by saying:

Wohooooo…I’m no longer an International gig virgin.!!!!