DyingNote

But I almost didn’t. The hills, cool weather, 3 days of what promised to be great music. A temptation that I nearly desisted biting into. The thought of going alone and that this was right before a vacation break that I was taking with family kept me on the fence despite having booked the festival and travel tickets. Perversely, a raging fever that I picked up the evening before decided it for me. 5:30 the morning of Oct. 25th found me at the bus station. Don’t ask – it’s the way I am. With the exception of maybe 3 or 4 people, the bus to Ooty was filled with people headed to this year’s edition of the M.A.D. festival of music, art and dance (actually lots of the first, much less of the rest) otherwise called goMAD. Quite a few of them would be staying in the tents organised at the beautiful Fern Hills Palace grounds, the venue of the fest. (more…)