Lost

I am holding a lighted cigarette in my mouth. I guess it’s been there for a minute or so now. Feeling an urge to jot everything down here. Don’t have a great vocabulary like all the other writers so I would try to keep it in simple words.

This guy I know was a brilliant kid in school days; in fact he still is the best in the lot of management student. Everything seemed just perfect, perfect family, upbringing, best IQ, sleepovers with best buddies, good looks accompanied him too. Tried beetle leaf for the first time with friends thought it was macho.

Last night he drove to his girlfriend’s hostel in his BMW, its obvious his dad had enough money to spend some on this little piece of luxury. Took a stop in the way to see one of his friends from college. On the road again. His girlfriend was standing there, outside the hostel wearing a purple lacy top and a blue skin fit jeans. She stepped in kissed him and they were off to a disc for a party. Remained there for an hour, had few drinks, danced like crazy. Our boy took a break to loo, returned in another few minutes and they started again for his own personal flat. Though his family lived in the very same city, he preferred to live alone.

He opens the door for the lady she steps in the flat. He turns on the light and for the very first time she gets to see his eyes, all red, bloodshot actually. She inquires about it; he gives in and tells her about weed he’s been on that whole evening. What do you expect from the girl? Whatever you expected, she got angry for a minute or two then the curiosity jumps out of her! She asks more- from where he got it, how it feels, how is it taken, and all the stuff. As he explains her, takes out a small sealed plastic pack out of his pocket. Offers her a puff, hesitatingly she accepts the offer, all excited and frightened. She tries it for the first time. No effects on her. After some more talking and making out she goes for another try and this time it works. She gets a high and feels good, head spins and she can’t stand, though she’s much in control. That night she stayed at his place, they had a good time. Made love, remembered old memories, cried for some tough moments then made love again and it went on for whole night.

It’s been almost five years since this happened. She got addicted, had a hard time, no wonder the guy got into this situation a bit earlier. And no wonders if she has cut marks all over her wrist.

What went wrong? Whose mistake was it? Parents who gave them all the freedom? Friends? Money? Or something else? I am still looking for the answer, still wondering how their parents never got to know about it until it was too late. Leave them, I am wondering how I got into smoking! And it’s not about me or them. It’s about every one of us. And if you are wondering that I am addressing in context to the western world, the story I just told you right now is from our very own Delhi and this happens every day, every night. This is where our youth, where ‘WE’ are leading to. These people are either one of the coolest people in the campus whom you get jealous of or are  the ones about whom you are least bothered whether they exist or not. Even they are very much me and you! Then why this substance addiction?

Hang me or shoot me for saying this but this genre of people exist everywhere right from the prestigious IITs to the regular government colleges. These are the people who will win the race someday or might just loose it if they remain like this. Whatever I said and why I said, I guess you might have got it. You might have experienced all this in our own way or will experience in coming days ‘cause it’s increasing. I tried my best to pull someone out of it but failed I guess I didn’t give a good try. Help out yourselves and your friends who are lost. Not for god’s sake but for your sake don’t do drugs and for your own sake help others around you to get out of it. If you think it’s cool to do drugs then let me remind you that it is the most idiotic thought you have had your whole life. It’s not a bravery to lead drunk dog’s life. Be proud of yourself and do proud to your parents and PLEASE don’t do it.