I have always had this bad habit of experimenting with myself. I have always believed that I can not be subdued by the effects of
bhaang. I had always heard of the stories of stupidity regarding people
who consumed it. So when I had heard too much about the effect of bhaang, I decided to test.
Oh man it was some real hard hit that I took the day. So on Durga Dashami, I decided to see what happens. I consumed a few glasses of bhaang. And waited for an hour but nothing happened. Then the procession begun and with it my analysis of my own self. Till nearly 4:30 pm, a good two hours after I consumed it, nothing happened.
Then we climbed onto the trucks loaded with the idols. The first indication of something going wrong came up when I got scared due to that silly height and my pulse started to run. But I wanted to see more of it.
By the time the trucks reached muradnagar I was going bonkers. My head was spinning. The entire world was looking like a series of photographs moving rapidly in front of my eyes.
I could feel that my eyes were not stable. They were flickering left to right and back.
I climbed down and walked a few steps. Standing was difficult. I decided to sit down, but was scared of falling asleep or rather unconscious.
In the mean time I was continuously analyzing my thoughts and reactions.
By 6:15 my condition had deteriorated. My pulse rate crossed 220 mark as I suddenly got a fear in my heart; what would happen if I fall down now? My parents will feel bad? everyone would laugh at me? etc etc etc.
This in turn increased the problems I was already facing. Then i called out for my brother. As he came he started to scold me. I requested him not t scold me then as I didn't want another round of stupid thinking to start.
Around 6:40 I boarded the bus and the bus started to roll. I was still in control of my actions and thoughts, but physiologically I was in doldrums.
Somehow I reached home, changed my clothes and hit the bed straight. At night I had dinner at 09:30. then slept off again.
The next morning I woke up with a spinning head. Hardly anything I could understand. My eyes were still flickering, though pretty slowly.
I will never forget those moments when for once I thought that I am going to die and told myself that may what happen I will hold myself straight and not let myself be a piece of mockery.
I somehow succeeded and vowed never to taste this bhaang or any other such stuff.
My experiment nearly backfired.
Oh man it was some real hard hit that I took the day. So on Durga Dashami, I decided to see what happens. I consumed a few glasses of bhaang. And waited for an hour but nothing happened. Then the procession begun and with it my analysis of my own self. Till nearly 4:30 pm, a good two hours after I consumed it, nothing happened.
Then we climbed onto the trucks loaded with the idols. The first indication of something going wrong came up when I got scared due to that silly height and my pulse started to run. But I wanted to see more of it.
By the time the trucks reached muradnagar I was going bonkers. My head was spinning. The entire world was looking like a series of photographs moving rapidly in front of my eyes.
I could feel that my eyes were not stable. They were flickering left to right and back.
I climbed down and walked a few steps. Standing was difficult. I decided to sit down, but was scared of falling asleep or rather unconscious.
In the mean time I was continuously analyzing my thoughts and reactions.
By 6:15 my condition had deteriorated. My pulse rate crossed 220 mark as I suddenly got a fear in my heart; what would happen if I fall down now? My parents will feel bad? everyone would laugh at me? etc etc etc.
This in turn increased the problems I was already facing. Then i called out for my brother. As he came he started to scold me. I requested him not t scold me then as I didn't want another round of stupid thinking to start.
Around 6:40 I boarded the bus and the bus started to roll. I was still in control of my actions and thoughts, but physiologically I was in doldrums.
Somehow I reached home, changed my clothes and hit the bed straight. At night I had dinner at 09:30. then slept off again.
The next morning I woke up with a spinning head. Hardly anything I could understand. My eyes were still flickering, though pretty slowly.
I will never forget those moments when for once I thought that I am going to die and told myself that may what happen I will hold myself straight and not let myself be a piece of mockery.
I somehow succeeded and vowed never to taste this bhaang or any other such stuff.
My experiment nearly backfired.
