My tryst with Sulpha

Back in the autumn of 2004, Engineers day was round the corner. Unfortunate me n doc, being the unfortunate ISTE losers were loitering in Pauri.... going from one fucking DJ to another. Now I wonder why were we so concerned to save money..... Means Fuck me man... I was not spending anything from my pocket.... then why the heck give myself the torture of walking 5-6 Km.
A brilliant idea struck my mind.... Why not pick up some OldMonk on our way back...(Back then Old monk was the only luxury we could afford other than 8PM). Doc.. I love him for it.. just does not know how to say no when the it has something to do with boozing.We emptied our pockets.... some 150 odd ruees.. what the fuck... KLPD.
To our rescue, we see an approaching jeep.... Cheeku and Sandy sir are waving... as if they knew all our plans were screwed.. this time it was Doc's turn of being struck by lightening idea....he starts waving for the jeep to stop.. I join him ...all Jeepwallas somehow knew Doc... they had all given him a ride back from some place or another late in evenings when he was totally out.. So the jeep screeches next to us.Doc asks them for money Cheeku offers. Reluctantly Sandy sir also says he has 100bucks.Fuck Cheeku man... he is a juniour.. we'll have to return him the money..Sandy sir , no need to pay him back.We take 100 bucks ..move on.. get two quarters.Will have it in room..cheap n luxurious.Plus it has been a whilesince we had a one on one conversation.
All set.. lights off, candle lit. have all the intellect conversation (The best thing I like drinking with Doc is that we dont discuss girls....its a sort of unsaid rule.)Another thing ..this one I hate about drinking with him... saali kabhi poori nahi hoti....We were having our second last peg... bang bang bang..Doc, is someone banging the door?Ya..I'll check.Are Holy Crap..its Devli...Fuck off Devli.As usual,Devli was upset..No one says him to Fuck off.. Its his proprietary.. only he tells others to Fuck off. After showering us with some unearthy abuses he tells us that Master was looking for us at his room. We finish off the remaining Rum.Chalo lets go n see why Master called.Hope its something useful as Doc gets pissed off easily and I am in no mood to buy shit either. Master was not yet Master.. he was a friendly seniour.. we can take him down and can easily blame Rum for that.
Enter the room of Devli and there is Master preparing a cigetette..(Preparing mind you)Looking at Doc's ear to ear grin, I am sure it is 'The thing'. Never had it before.. come'on man it is weird ..its insane. But now its too late to get any more alcohol.We are also running out of cigarettes.U can always say no to next puff. And most importantly, you have to give it a try.... Everyone is trying it.. it cant be total shit..Ok let us try.
I lie next to Master. He n Docs are veteran. They think its their responsibility to brief me about the 'Dos n Donts'. Fuck Ganja Mohan for it. He has made all these morons into preachers. Lying down, as I was about to figure out was the biggest Don't. Also, Dont have more than 3 puffs at a go. 'Pass on' is the name of the game. And 'passing on' I had been for almost 2 years now.In GBPEC, students rarely have money for vices so its a Rule you always share cigarettes. Be there just one more person to share or 2(as a matter of fact,I do remember sharing a ciggi btw 6 ppl) u always share and remember, everyone is equally entitled to the ciggi. No matter who pays for it, everyone has equal drags.
But Rum was taking its toll. We walked atleast 10 Km that day.. courtsey ISTE. That thaught came to my mind and I held on the ciggi. I thaught they pulled away the ciggi when I had only 2 puffs, but later I was told that I had atleast 6. I was lying down.My hands were feeling really heavy now. Is this what they called cloud no. 9? Never had this feeling after drinking spirits.Oh man I can not move. I need some fresh air. So, I moved out to the Balcony.
Fresh air. I love the feel of this Himalayan air man.GBPEC was so good, specially at night-the fresh air. But ho!! what is this? who is pulling me? I felt like someone is lifting my leg. Doc ! what is this?who is doing this? Doc n Master knew what was going on.They came rushing out. Pulled me off the edge.I was told next day, I was lifting my leg and trying to jump down the first floor balcony. It was not too much ofa height, but enough to break a couple of bones. And since we were doped to hell, we can not go n see doctor. Can't believe it.After that I started puking. Must have been a bucket-full when doc suggested we should go to Bistro and have a tea. Maybe that works.
Quite surprisingly, I was walking properly.Went to Bistro.Next thin I remember is I was back near the railing, puking again.
shit man.. this thing is really too hot to handle. I had been drinking for some 2 years and had puked many and many a times. There is no shame in admitting it. And I never felt bad that i puked. But this was not just another day. For the first time, a sense of helplessness was creeping in. Just like others, I also feel I have some setting with God. he is the first one I always remember when in trouble."God, please save me today...I promise I wont have it again. I know I should not have done this shit. I knew it was wrong.Please one more try."
Somehow, I think God was in mood to oblige me. I dont know where I slept or what happened after that. But, ppl told me I was totally out and puked at least a ton. I promised myself never to have it again. I am not good at keeping promises, but have broken this one only a couple of times. Really great going by my standards. Looking back, I feel lucky to have survived. But it was really hell of an experience.