Stoned view
We rolled two joints and inhaled. It was warm saturday morning in bangalore. I and Raghu (the guy who allowed me to stay without giving him any rent in his room for a week and also sponsored my meals out of sympathy), slowly relapsed into the blissful state we were in for the the past 3 days. Staring blankly on to the wall, we passed first 20 minutes.
Then Raghu suggested we go out and have something.
We walked, rather floated, to the nearby bakery.
I suggested we eat doodhpedas (milk sweet) or rosogollas (another type of milk sweet). He agreed. As we didn't find it there, we ordered a big 'dilpasand' (a multilayered poori with sweet fake cherries stuffed in between, it can be cockroach shit too, one can't really say). We sat near the bakery and munched on the stuff. I would puke at the idea of eating such huge quantities of cockroach shit when normal, but it was another state altogether and i didn't mind. Meanwhile we also called one of our friends who goes by the nickname dot C. He told us to wait where we are (taking pity on on states i guess).
We watched the world unwind in front of us. The whole crowd. From the place we sat, we could see the srinivasa nagara bus stand and the people waiting for the bus. A crowd. Some scratching their noses, some their vital organs (maybe to check whether it is still there or fell down somewhere in the crowded bus) and some simply with a blank stupid look. Autos, two wheelers, buses, cars, street vendors, assorted people passing by, everything became an object of interest. The world was in a hurry. And there I was, sitting near a bakery with a friend, stoned, without a worry in world. What is my occupation....waiting for results...and yes, masturbating when free. Seeing the people in hurry i loathed myself for wasting my youth and the energy. Shouldn't i be using my energy constructively. A nice girl passed by. Shouldn't i use my energy to chase her and lay her down and fuck her. I fantasized. Brain can fantasize in a better way when stoned. The feeling is almost real. I could feel my hands on her tender breasts, squeezing them while she squealed in ecstacy. O, Ah, ouch, till it would hurt. I remembered something and I saw down to see if something leaked. Nothing. It was just imagination. Again i started fantasizing. Continued till i gave her multiple orgasms. She was now screaming. Again i drifted back to reality. Again fantasized, came back. Three times. or thirty, lost count.
Boy!! Let me come out this cycle.
Let me speak to Raghu, who is sitting next to me, perhaps, fantasizing to fuck the aunty standing in the bus stand. "Maga, this whole world looks crazy right?" I mused
"Haudo kano (yes man), everyone looks unnecessarily in a hurry, without reason, they look silly"
"After getting stoned, i realize that all this shit is maya and nothing more"
"he he he he, haudo shishya, i too feel the same"
The dilpasand was over, and we both were surprised that it was over. I craved for more but controlled. Too much of cockroach shit is not good for health. The loathing in me was back.
You scum, wasting your time. Move your arse outta here. Get back to delhi and start studies. Stop your dope. This world is maya. Shit. Waste fellows, running around. Wanna fuck that girl out there. Atleast masturbate on her open mouth....hey what's happening...where is dotc...why hasn't he come yet....shall we wait till evening if he doesn't come....O see that aunty in saree....i would like to fuck her from behind......i think my brain has 50% occupation in sex.....let me fantasize....you scum....you might be an officer tomorrow....shame on you that you are thinking of fucking ordinary junta....get back and move your arse.....aaaaaa....eeeeeeee......aaaarrrrrggghhhhh.....
Cell phon rings.
Dotc "Where are you man"
Raghu " Illi kano...see here" and waves his hand...
Dotc spots us
He joins us. We walk back to room. Dot C telling some stories, Raghu and I floating with him.
Tiru
