Mumbai-based Indie music entrepreneur and Sunday MiD DAY reader Neysa Mendes tells us what it was like to get up close to the superstars and losing her lungs at the just-concluded Glastonbury 2010

"How's it going, Glastonbury?" That line was screamed many times by my favourite bands over the last weekend, and every single time, it gave me goose bumps. I couldn't believe I was at Glastonbury. Easily the biggest, unarguably one of the most important music festivals in the world, Glastonbury just celebrated its 40th birthday (June 23-June27) last weekend at Worthy Farm in Somerset, England.u00a0


The Gorillaz with Snoop Dogg at Glastonbury 2010. Pic/Neysa Mendes

Clocking a fest
Music festivals are a chaotic mix of music, colour, absurdity, camaraderie and unadulterated joy. Each morning, you chalk out the bands you want to catch, make sure you've carried enough toilet paper for the Portaloos, pull on your wellies, trek across venues through throngs of happy people, hope that you'll catch the secret gigs, wave hello to a fairy or a bear (there are lots of people in fancy dress), excuse-me-please your way forward to as close to the stage as possible, shout-along to your favourite bands, eat a whole lot of fried food and at the end of the day, stumble back to your tent, snuggle up in your sleeping bag and dream of all the bands you'll catch tomorrow.