The first time I got high was earlier this year during Shivratri. It is a custom that this festival be accompanied by the consumption of marijuana either in the form of ladoos or bhang. It was evening time and the tenant dropped by to offer us some ladoos. Despite my Mom warning me never to take it, I was curious so I went ahead and secretly accepted it. Andrew and Jul were also there - fully aware and willing to accompany me. We ate the laddoos and then downed the bhang. Though we were told that the effects would not kick in instantaneously, after waiting for more than an hour, we were convinced that nothing would happen.
After dinner I was trolling around the web when I started feeling weird. The high was hitting me. Jul came in shortly after and said it was hitting her as well. It was a good run. I felt peaceful and happy. So I decided to try it again when the opportunity presented itself.
A couple weeks ago, I met David - a former classmate of mine whom I addressed here. During our little chitchat, the topic of weed came up. He was a pothead so I guess it was to be expected. I asked him if he could score me some weed, remembering the euphoric experience I felt a couple of months back. He told me to contact him whenever. So I took his number and when I had the money, we set up a time and date for me to pick it up.
The very first day after I brought it home, I had to try it. We could not smoke it because Mom was home so I proposed mixing it with tea that has butter in it (the fat helps activate the THC) and Jul was more than happy to prepare some for us. The three of us drank it and waited a few hours for the effects to come in. They never did. So we kept trying at every chance we got to get high.
Yesterday my entire family except for me, Andrew and Jul had to leave for Mylliem. It was the perfect opportunity. During one of the previous times when we were free, Andrew and I managed to infuse some weed with oil, so we brought out the oil yesterday and added it to some Wai Wai (a brand of instant noodles). After eating a bowl each of the noodles, we rolled up a couple of fat joints and started smoking in the kitchen area. Not being familiar with the mechanics of smoking, I constantly found myself coughing, and my eyes kept watering because of the smoke. Still I was of the mindset that the high would be worth it. Finally, to be certain that the high would kick in this time, I proposed boiling some milk with weed in it. The taste was horrible. Picture the most disgusting medicine you have ever tasted. That's what it tasted like.
I went downstairs and started playing games on Facebook, and after an hour the high started to get to me. I went upstairs to talk to Manju and I was certain I was getting high. I couldn't even make out her words to me, so I came downstairs and sat down. The nostalgic euphoria was starting to come back. Time started moving slow and my mind was racing. Though still in my body, I was able to travel the cosmos and through the passage of time, sifting through countless experiences ranging from ecstasy to agony. And then things started to move a bit too fast. It was still manageable though. I was still aware of what was going on.
It was around this time that my family returned home. I was scared of what might happen if Mom found out what we had done so I turned off the lights in my room and Jul covered for us, convincing her that it was because we drank some leftover Vodka. Around 9:00pm, she knocked on my door asking me whether I was going to have my dinner. I opened the door and could vaguely remember talking to her. I have no idea what I said in specificity, only that I wasn't going to eat and that I was tired.
Even after my Mom went away, the high kept getting worse. Everything was spinning even in the dark. I started to wonder whether the feeling of constant unfamiliarity was ever going to pass. It was quite literally Hell inside my mind. I had to throw up around 4 times, all the while making sure that no one found out my "drunkenness" was that severe. While lying in bed, I remember pleading to whatever divine authority that was listening at the time to save me from that nightmare, all the while promising never to take weed again.
I gradually lost track of time and drifted off to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, everything felt more stable. I was able to open my eyes for one thing. I put my feet on the floor and stood up. The room was standing still - that was a good sign. I started walking and was able to move in a straight line. Though I still had a hangover, it was evident that I was able to control my senses. I went upstairs and asked Mom if there was something to eat, just to distract her from the events of the previous night. She asked me why I had such a bad hangover. I had to repeat the story about the Vodka, fairly convinced she wanted an account that was compatible with Jul's. Thankfully, she believed me, instantly preparing me a breakfast of toast with jam and tea. As soon as that was done, I came downstairs, pulled out a Vodka bottle and poured a tiny bit of alcohol in two glasses, sprinkling some all over the room so the story seems legitimate.
Sadly, Andrew was not over the high this morning and he is still sleeping even as I am typing this. I was worried that he might need a doctor but he says he's fine. When my Mom asked why he still had a hangover when I and Jul got over it, I just told her that he had to finish my share of the Vodka as well so maybe he had a worse hangover than either of us. She seemed doubtful about the alibi but I guess the story worked because she didn't bring it up again.
After the events of the previous day, I am convinced that weed is not for me. The high was definitely not worth the crash and the risk. I know that if I consume a smaller amount of weed, the effects would not be so terrifying, but even so, I am traumatized. Other people can smoke or consume it all they want. I guess the Gods have deemed me to lead a life devoid of tobacco, drugs and vodka.
