Thank you Teacher... For making me a proper, doped out ROCK fan!

thought of writing this to you in the middle of a Metallica concert, which I was privileged to see live in Moscow. Whilst I was happily headbanging standing right in the first row, near the stage and the motherf*cking speakers, the thought crossed my head that if today I am a proper, doped out metal head, its all because of you! Seriously, I kid you not. \m/

I still remember how you used to always make me stand with my face to the wall, because I occasionally put a board pin on your chair and you sat on it, or threw a chalk at your bum while you wrote on the board. Back then, my legs used to ache. But it was only because of those hard torturous days that I can stand for f*cking hours together in concerts and concentrate on the motherf*cking music rather than the stupid pain in my knees.

And most of the time you used make me stand with my hands up. Thank you so much for that maam, because today I can make the devils sign, \m/, and keep on raising my hands and waving and clapping throughout the concert, unlike those f*ckers who wave and clap for one song and then cant lift up their arms again because they’ve torn all their ligaments.

Thank you for forcing me to come 5 minutes before time and making me sit on the first bench. It got me into the habit, of coming early for concerts and standing in the first motherf*cking row, where the views the greatest and music’s is the f*cking loudest! That reminds me, thank you so much for being so freaking loud. I fondly remember being made to sit on the first f*cking bench against my will and dignity and you teaching the class with your voice which was like a freaking fire alarm. Back then I thought I was going to go deaf by the time I turned 15 but now I realise how much you cared for me. You used talk, like a bomb explosion so that I get used to taking that intensity of sound! Today I can stand right next to the speakers, as metallica rolls out, “Enter Sadman” and feel that motherf*cking music penetrate through me! The Speakers is where the music is, LOUD and clear! Ya! \m/

And madam I would like to confess every time I do drugs, I feel like am in your lecture. Because they used to be so bloody boring that I used to completely zone out and feel a lightness in my head. Calm and Clear. Your lectures were like doing coke. A little hazy, a little trippy but very mindf*cking! I feel genuinely nostalgic about school and about you, every f*cking time am stoned!

Thank you once again maam, because without your guiding hand, I would I have been just another Rock fan in the vast ocean of rock fans. But it was your guidance and belief in me that has made me the ultimate and superior quality ROCK fan that I today am. I owe it all to and your gentle tutoring!

Many Thanks,

Your Ever Inspired Student,

Suhas “EvilAss” Ghorpade.

Peace. Live Metal. \m/.

Reproduced with author's permission By- Editor Man