First day, it was 9am on a Sunday morning, me usually enjoying the precious sleep of the weekend which is a rarity, since sleep is something which I do only occasionally. My friend cum colleague buzzed me to invite for a party on the occasion of his already surpassed Birthday(the cake cutting types). I was tentative to go, but went; since there were some new people I would meet, which generally excites me. I love meeting new people and giving them some gyan on life and showing them how much I knew about philosophy.
1pm borrowed car from dad and zoomed 25 km to meet new people, and not for the birthday party for which I was invited. Met old nostalgic friends of my colleague who had travelled all the way from Chennai to celebrate the birthday of their chamiya(that’s what they called him during college). Had a couple of beers and had to return home to meet people who had come for an alliance. Birthday boy insisted me to stay but I had to go so left @ 6 promising to return back by 10.
11pm, came back to chamiya’s place after getting caught by a cop and paying him 200 bucks. Started bantering with friends of chamiya, interesting guys one from Shillong and another from Madhya Pradesh both different in all aspects, learnt one thing that people from Shillong are born guitarists.
12:30 midnight, still bantering... suddenly there was a banging sound on the door, figured out to be the yo-guy in chamiya's room. Always lost, confused but very nice guy but, was completely lost in the world of narcos. Everybody in the room was neglecting him because of this habit, I started a conversation with him which made him come in and we had a couple of hours of brainwashing chat. Explained the ill effects of narcos which he should have already known being in the mid 20's, we made him realize how important his life is for his loved ones. He pledged to quit after some long brain wash session which made us happy.
Second day, 9AM woke up and rushed to office. Finished the day’s work by 5, left to Chamiya's room again where we planned to go to Hard Rock Cafe one of the best Pubs of Bangalore. Enjoyed the place which was like an ancient museum with different guitars owned by Rock stars earlier.
11:45pm, Just returned from Hard Rock Cafe to Chamiya's room to drop him back and rushing for home, The Yo-guy called on me and explained about how he spent his day without taking a single dose, and how my suggestions has helped him overcome the desire. I was really happy for him and felt proud on myself and my skills to convince even such people.
Third day, 10am, at my office, met chamiya who was also explaining about how his roommate was turning out to be good, how he will not neglect him anymore, we both were very happy for him.
10:45am, Chamiya comes to me and says the yo-guy is not responding and the other roommate is rushing him to hospital. We too rushed to the hospital to figure out that he is no more. A man who was well learned, earning handsome money, with almost 2 thirds of his life left to enjoy has just passed away. God please give strength to his loved ones to bear this loss.
This news made me feel guilty, I don’t know if I had not persuaded him to quit he would have still been alive.
One more young life lost with no cause achieved makes me feel a bit scary, why are people knowingly getting into things which can take their lives, are they thinking about people around them? What kind of temporary ecstasy are they looking for and at what cost? This feeling is giving me strength to fight with people who take narcos only for a temporary enjoyment... Is it worth it...?
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