The Marijuana Effect

Life is sometimes so funny, that your eyes shed tears. You wipe your them and continue laughing. Your stomach pains but laugh does not stop. Jaws get tired. But you still laugh.

Problems seem so easy and small when we overcome that. Most of the time we forget how scared and terrified we were that time. But like it is said, Time makes is easy. With every tick of clock problems of our past looks easy.

I too had lot of such incidents, the time when I was being thrown out of college. Or the time when I surrounded by twenty boys and was about to get thrashed COMMA STYLE, but I survived. It doesn’t matter now how it happened. But among all the stories the one which still makes my stomach ache and jaws tired is THE MARIJUANA EFFECT.

The most memorable and crazy moments often happens in our college days. Well becoming a father or marrying your daughter is no doubt the memories you will take to your grave but the memories of college is different. The feelings of first drag of cigarette, or the first after party vomit, or the first hangover next morning has no comparisons though sounds disgusting.

This incident happened after I felt all the feeling an engineering student could feel. Yes, I was a fourth year engineering student. I hardly used to go college. My life was awesome.

My days used to start with kicking my bike for morning tea. The chilly weather of Dehradoon always had planned something for my morning workout. After kicking my bike for fifteen minutes I used to realise there’s no petrol.

“Bob, Bhai!! Tank empty. Take your bike keys and bring my pullover also.” I used to shout at my roommate.

“We made the biggest mistake by naming you king. Do you have money for tea?” He used to say by throwing pullover on my face.

“Yes but only for two days after that I will call dad and ask for money to buy some new books” I used to reply him and we were on our way to have tea and bun-butter.

After tea and bun-butter my day had many other activities, like maa calling early morning.

“Have you taken bath? And prayed? This is your last year in college. You need god’s blessing to get a good job.” Maa said everyday on phone.

“Yes Maa, I am in temple now eating Prasad” I replied her munching my bun-butter shamelessly, and simultaneously whispered the chai-wala,” Bhaiya ek aur.”

And finally in the evening after all status call with my family member used to come the part, let’s get stoned.

Yes I was kind of vegetarian. At least for three to four hours before my dinner. We had no idea next morning what we did last night.

So one fine night after getting stoned, we went into argument. Who has the smallest feet? As far I remember I only made valid point.

“Since in my name the third alphabet is E and Mr. Frodo from lord of the rings has name starting with F so I have the smallest feet.” This was my point.

But everyone took it personally. The only way to conclude is to see who can walk on the terrace side walls most far.

We all went up to terrace. The first to walk was Bob, twenty steps or I just counted till twenty I don’t remember exactly. But it was twenty and he fell.

We had scheduled it alphabetical order. After B it was K, king. I jumped on the single brick side wall and started counting... One Two Three...

to be continued...