When I was growing up as a child, it was early nineties and I was surrounded by young guys wearing those black T-Shirts, printed on them were the words like "IRON" and "MAIDEN" or "AC-DC". Then, I was about 5 or 6 and don't have any idea of what those words meant. So I use to ask my parents but the answer they gave is not so humble. Rather they asked me to keep myself away from those stuffs and those kind of guys. They said those guys are "bad". I was afraid(still I do) of my parents more than anything else in this world so I tried not to think about those words and when I see boys wearing such shirts, I tried to ignore. But it all changed one day, the day when I went to a friend’s place. His brother was also wearing a black T-Shirt and he was playing some kind of music on his music system that I liked the very moment I heard it. So I went there more often, not to meet my friend but to listen to the songs his brother listens to. One day I asked him about the music he was listening and also about those black T-shirt. What he answered I don't exactly remembered but I remembered that he gave me some cassettes featuring such kind of music and thus introducing me to the world of what is known as METAL. Although I don't want my parents to know about those things but they somehow found it out that their son is also in the same path, those "bad boys" walk. They realised that it is of no use to ask me to keep out of such noisy and anti "God" (that’s what they call it) music and thought that as I'll grow up such craziness will fade away with time. But what they didn't realise that the more I listen to those noisy anti "God" music the more it grew in my heart and started to flow through my veins and the arteries.