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Chester Bennington – The First Teacher

Then. Now. Forever.

‘I’ve become so numb, I can’t feel you there’.


 The Man who made us Numb,

I always wondered who you were. The Man behind that powerful voice which escalated over all notes easily. The Voice which captivated a green western music listener. Which made me fall hopelessly in love with Rock. Which made me break my habits. I always wondered who you were.

Who knew that a single CD back in middle-school would redefine my taste in music forever? I remember getting enthralled by that powerful emotion in ‘Numb’, banging my head in unison to ‘In the End’ and looking out in melancholy, instructing my mind to ‘Leave out all the rest’. There was no internet back in my town then. I never got to know your name. One day, at a music store in the city, I saw the album ‘Meteora’ in display. A couple of names got stuck in my mind. ‘Linkin Park’ and ‘Chester Bennington’. And in my heart and soul, they will remain forever.

The more I listened, the more of a crazy fan I became. I fantasized sharing the stage with you. To be a part of the adrenaline rush you brought about always. When your songs played, I tried to mimic it always. Needless to say, I failed miserably. In the end, I simply listened and fell in love.

Eventually, I ‘graduated’ into the ‘High School of Rock’. But you were the grammar lesson which made me embrace ‘Metallica’ and ‘Guns N’ Roses’. ‘Pantera’, ‘Megadeth’ and ‘Pink Floyd’ occupied a chunk of my playlist, but I could never skip whenever your hypnotic voice sang in my ears. You taught me to feel a vista of emotions in rock music. And I am glad that I had listened to you.

‘When my time comes, forget the wrong that I’ve done. Help me leave behind some reasons to be missed‘.

Late last night, I received the news over social media. I checked. Double-checked. Triple-checked. Just to make sure. In hope to soothe the rapidly pulsating heart. I checked again and again. But it was not a hoax. Another fact to ascertain the end of my childhood days. One more tree has been added in the boulevard of memories.

I don’t know what the demons were whispering in your head. Perhaps I will never know. Perhaps nobody ever will. That is a secret between you and the Almighty. Maybe, They wanted to listen to your music up there. Maybe They wanted to feel that energy you radiated every time you sang. Wherever you are now, I know, you won’t stop rocking.

‘Somewhere I Belong’ – you had said. You belong here, right in the core of our hearts. You will always be here. Enchanting us. Then, now and forever.

Thanking You,

One of your million fans,

Now and Always.


Aritra Dey is a software engineer at Infosys and a passionate film and football buff, with a special interest in deciphering the literature behind the movies.
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