I haven't been blogging for an unpardonable long stretch of time.But the truth is that I wanted to write but couldn't decide on what to write about.The void just grew till I could think of nothing at all.But all that was before holi..Holi this year introduced me to bhang....For all of you who have had it,I guess you already have a picture of what I went through. :) For all those who didn't..read on.. but believe me at your own risk.
My story:
I woke up late on the eventful day and so missed the Bhang served for breakfast.After being coated with colours in my hostel,I left for the 'Jhelum lawns'- the traditional holi grounds of JNU.I met friends..and bhang.There was no dearth of it.I guess I drank a bit too much..and that's all I remember of reality.
What happened after,is a daze..it changes versions in my head if I concentrate too much.I remember staring at some guy..trying to recognise him,realising that I don't know him..yet still staring..and laughing at me for making a fool out of myself.I remember walking towards the faculty houses and discovering that the roads moved on their own.I remember shouting at some senior..then realising that I would get away with it..and laughing at my feat.I remember the world suddenly twirling slower..and me blowing to help it rotate.I remember feeling inhumanly hungry,and then suddenly full again.I remember feeling that I couldn't walk another step..yet not being able to stop somehow...and so laughing.
I don't remember how I came back to my room..or the 12 hours after that.
They say:
I drank more than one and a half litres of bhang.I sat down beneath a tree after that.Then someone came and offered me pakoras..which I devoured instantly.What I didn't realise was that they were 'ganja' pakoras.They claim that I laughed for more than 10 mins continuously for no apparent reason.(Well I had my reasons as I told you before!!).At my favourite Prof's house I ate 6 sweets,continuously telling them that "I can never refuse her".And I screamed at my classmate because he was,"talking too loudly and there may be a warden checking."I laughed at others who were making fools of themselves...just that once I started I couldn't stop.Then when someone asked me to shut up.. I did.And I marched on with a finger on my lips the rest of the way.I went back on my own.Even they don't know how..
I was supposed to call my dad by 10 o clock..my roomie says that I sat staring at my cell from 9...and she couldn't make me realise that I could call my dad then itself..
When I woke up the next day.I couldn't remember a thing,and had a splitting headache!The only proof that I had played holi were the blotches of colours on my hands..and the words of my friends.
So I promised myself never to drink bhang again,since I don't even remember if it was fun or not!!...not till next year atleast ;)
