Maid en india
Like Nitin Malik said, Aah, What a %^&*ing day! Bangalore breathed Iron maiden and rock. It could not have gotten any better than this. A real long time ago, Kean and some other folks from my wing in college decided, watching an Iron maiden show will be our life’s aim. Though that has changed, I still feel a sense of accomplishment and satisfaction.
About twelve of my college pals from all over the country had come down, and despite a long weekend (when bangalore generally becomes so empty), the roads were packed. Brigade road/MG Road was filled with black maiden shirts and pubs were overflowing with beer and maiden songs. The crowd and enthu was beyond control.
Sure, gates opened at 3 PM, but there was no real music until 8. In the meantime, we had circled Palace grounds 3 times, Parikrama, Campus rock idols winner F.t.N, the lauren harris band had come and gone, Appu had fainted on dehydration and the crowds were tired of waiting in the queue for water and loo.
But, when the came, they conquered. They did not play one of my favorites “wickerman”. The stage was rocking sexy and so were their music. Thanks maiden. Like you said, please come back before seventeen months.
But, when the came, they conquered. They did not play one of my favorites “wickerman”. The stage was rocking sexy and so were their music. Thanks maiden. Like you said, please come back before seventeen months.
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