I wrote an article for my department's newsletter, The Newsense. It got published, but I dint write my name there. Just thought of posting it here on the web, vase bhi hardly anyone reads my blog :)

I FLY ! ! !

“OMmmm… I am on top of the world!” that was what i said, when I doped for the first time. I still remember that day blow-by-blow. That was around…hmmm…now I can’t remember. But it’s been long, and that one day changed my entire life!!!

My life haunted me, until I decided to try drugs. It was one of those perfect days when nothing goes your way. From dawn to dusk, you just get grilled. Punished for being late for p.t., boring classes, punished again breakfast time (because many of my classmates dint turn up for physical training), some more classes and again punishment after lunch for the same reason. The day didn't end there, punishment went on for two hours and than half an hour of break and back to field for sports. Things went on and on…beaten up, punished, abused…I faced it all. And this was just some of the things that I had to face in the last two years of my boarding life. I have been the quarry for all indiscretions and have been bullied all through my school life but things became worse only after I moved into the senior school 2 years ago. 

The decision to do drugs, was brought on by the sheer despodency of my life back then. And today if you ask me if I regret taking that decision, I would just give you a faint smile and walk away. 

Since that day, things in my life were beginning to look up. I was no more a ‘bakra’ to everyone and started hanging around with the coolest kids in the school and, in no time, was friends with most of the seniors also, at-least the cool ones! And trust me, in a boarding school, being a senior’s friend is a big deal. I was starting to  achieve everything I ever wanted, respect, sports, girls…the list was endless. 

Life went on this way. I used to dope, and sleep for 20-22 hours at a stretch. When awake I still used to be on cloud nine. I didn't care about anything anymore. All I wanted, and cared about, was weed. One advantage of being the son of a millionaire is that I could spend,spend and spend, not accountable to anyone. Today I drive a sedan, have loads of weed lying around in my car all the time, enough plastic money and last, but not the least, a very hot girlfriend!!! 

Seems so perfect…right???

But little problem, insomnia! No satisfaction in whatever I do! It’s like I am being haunted by someone!

It’s like something's missing, one little thing that would make my life perfect.

Till today I have taken weed, cocaine, heroine, acid… to fly but this time its going to be different. This will be the best! And this time no landing but crashing.

 I am in the valleys of ladakh, riding by bike and here I go, off the road, into the depths…

 Last time i fly!!!  

ADIOS