Sunday, August 03, 2008

Mary Jane

And I thought I will be the first guy in the history to die like this.

The entire day I just wanted get over with my work, and at last have a peaceful sleep. Two days lots of work, highly laborious with lots of caffeine I was stretching my body to limits. Then you have funny friends around you. They play a highly respectable role in the stressful office environment; they will take you out for a smoke, you will laugh with them over some funny chick, or crack a few super stupid jokes. They make your best buddies in the office.

But then fun mostly comes at a cost. Cost could be time, remember time is money, or cost could be money itself. Often this cost is your health. With friends you would want to do things you wouldn't normally do. You will drink as if you were a fish. You race your bikes/cars to limits. You would just go overboard stretching your limits in almost everything you do. But then that is all fun. These days you will never ever forget, so it is worth paying that cost.

Likewise, I and my dear office pal were having a busy though fun involved good day. "Bro you want to smoke some shit", is the punch line when ever any of us wants to smoke (this isn't smoking up, just some tobacco). "Sure bro! Let’s do it", I replied. Well we went to the balcony on our office floor, letching at almost every second chick who came across the two of us (by the way I completely loathe doing it, but unfortunately I was born with this disorder/sickness what so ever you may want to call it). It is completely dark, 10:20 pm at night, two of us, I take out a joint out of my cigarette pack, no technically it wasn't a joint, it was pure marijuana, ok may be not pure marijuana by quality but it was 100% marijuana with no tobacco in it. Then thanks to my loving woman, she loves me more than the number of finely grinded marijuana particles in that roll. Yes she grinded it in a mixer, so as to save the time involved in rolling a joint, aren’t she a creative genius, I bet she is!

Next thing, I plucked out the filter of the cigarette with my grippe teeth, quicker than usual, I must add. I made a small roche, plugged it at the filter's place to build a fine spliff. Without wasting much time, I lit the spliff and started inhaling the smoke. THC is absorbed quicker than most of the other substances by the blood. As it enters the lungs, it is absorbed by the blood, which takes it to the brain. THC acts by binding or activating specific receptors in the brain. These receptors affect your memory, concentration, coordination of movement etc. So, if THC binds with these receptors your brain is going to be f***** up. And here comes the role of your best buddy in the office. "Dude, I don't feel the hit, I think this stuff is shit", why not, here we are to kill ourselves. Honestly it would have different levels of impact on different people, he didn't feel the hit, and I was just blinding or stonily believing his words, as a result I was taking a large amount of smoke with every drag. After 3-4 minutes, perhaps lesser, we were through with the entire stuff. We walked into the office lobby. I was slower than before.

There was a feeling of mild Euphoria. I was happy and looking forward to get back to my work. But wait a minute, my buddy tells me, "Dude I am feeling good, I think I am stoned", I reply, "Huh...Are you? Nice!" He looks at me and makes a funny expression, "Dude what happened to you eyes, why they are so red?" And this wasn't a streak or two of red lines, my both eyes were blood red, only thing apart from red was black. I moved to loo, I concurred with his opinion. This was the first I sensed fear. Well I have smoked a lot of junk in past, far more than this, but my eyes never went red. This was surprising as well as scary. First my buddy made funny comments, "Dude you are f*****, you stoned man, what did we smoke man", but soon I scare the shit of him also. We walked to our desks. I sat down on chair right besides him. I could feel that something was wrong with my heart. And that was making me anxious. Next worst thing, 15 minutes back I was feeling cold because of the air conditioning, but now I was sweating like anything. I sweat at least half a glass of water in 3-4 minutes. What was happening to my muscles, I don’t know. But this never happened before. My buddy tried to calm me down, but I was telling him to stay with me for some time. I even told him to take me to the doctor in the campus. He told me relax for some time. Everything will be fine. Then I might my senior. He took pity on my condition and told me to leave for home and work on the next day. Gracious! Thank god he didn’t ask me the reason for my f***** up situation.

Now the next effect, my lips became brown. They already half brown because I am brown man and I smoke, but then they so brown as if they were drained out of blood. Why would this happen? I thought and my stoned head gave me this answer, “may be your heart cannot pump sufficient blood; is it a heart attack?” That thought made me paranoid. I told by buddy to call my pal at home. I was unable to talk to him, he explained him something and my pal immediately came to office. But by the time he reached my condition improved. All this happened in 10-15 minutes of time. I walked out of office, I had no faith in my driving capabilities (not to mention that I have an experience of 1000s of km driving after getting sloshed) so he took me in his car. I busted his balls by telling him that I might have had a heart attack. We immediately went to the doctor. And the f****** up doctor without much inspection said you are fine. He asked me twice or thrice, did you take alcohol, I refused. He asked me did you take anything else, I said food. I told myself, “I am not gonna tell you, I did marijuana”. He said you are fine. I asked him so many times are sure. Ultimately he said, ok! You get an ECG done for your satisfaction. ECG is a scary process. They put so many small leads on your entire body that the first thought you get is that you are going to get an electric shock. As he pointed ECG was also fine, no heart attack. The doctor was a sarcastic bastard. He told me do want to get a CT scan done! May be it is a stroke! No thank you for you cooperation. Perhaps he came to know that I was high, and no one suffers from a heart attack after doing marijuana.

We walked out of the hospital. I came back home. Ate a lot of kheer and then slept.

5 comments:

munmun said...

hahahaha....i can't stop laughing....i know exactly how u felt....i've felt the same once....and at one point of time my body got so numb...i felt i had no legs...that must have been some good stuff u fired up...i get totally paranoid too....it turns me into a munchie monster...i just can't stop eatin when i'm high.N why wud u think i have imaginary friends???curious.

Abhinav said...

hehe seriously it was a scary episode...lol...
n wat is this?

"N why wud u think i have imaginary friends???curious"??????

Beth said...

GREAT BLOG

ani said...

This is a real time situation u brought us across.i will suggest all d smokers to relax bfore they take up anything of this sought.smoking weed has no proven serious health hazards but the action of THC is well known to increase blood pressure temporarily.so the rate of heart attack is infact 3 times higher during the first hour of smoking a dose of weed.Thats why the most important thing is to believe that u r ought to get a trip using gud weed,take it easy!!!

Prakhar said...

Hahahaha .. Briliant. I love how the youth of the nation is starting to realise the truth about marijuana. Read a little more about it thru alternate media sites, and you will find out a lot more.