Born to be wild

Met him for the first time……fully blown on a cock-tail of Hash & Mary…local slang those days was Ganga Jamuna…He was Devil re-incarnated………..Scars all over his body…5 rings on his left ear-lobes…Aura around him was too over-powering…He was like Lord Shiva….the Destroyer himself…Saw him gulping 5 shots in 30 mins and rolling a Bazooka….Tola..esque..must be the content…Potent !!

Eyes shining bright…slurring…to call my name…..al…al;;;all…ali…I
 
could feel the shiver down the spine…..when he offered to drop me back home….He was living 15 kms off my pad…The drive was the beginning of the several death defying….stunts…we did …over a period of next…..16 years……..Existence was ephemeral…..what mattered was to live for the moment…First drive was like ….seeing your entire ….life in a flash-back….Shivers down the spine………Brain damaged with all the chemicals….Hallucinating…..Must have faced death @ 120 kms per hour at least 5 times in a drive of 18 kms….Cursed my luck…as I crashed on my bed !

Morning, dig my grave deeper….by calling to check on him…..He had slept on the wheels…in his parking lot…..Most frightening part was to hit me ….next….when he said…he does n’t remember any thing…..Black Hole Theory was born that night…..

Met up in the evening to clarify…..and this session lasted till the wee hours……dropped me back home…this time….Zombie-like……crawled on the floor to reach my bed…..I could see the entire universe….around it…Dazed and with the acid-induced…..slumber…I became a night-crawler….Herby, my mate…..was the Shepherd……and for the next 7 years……we did all possible research on Toxicology…..Our body had got used to this kind of abuse….Battered…either by the violent fisticuffs….after-math of …friendly…interations with …fellow crawlies…Grey Cells had clouded…and has lost its function…Sediments of all intakes were gradually embedding into them…We were stemming the cells….

Worst were the Concert nights….driving to Indi-rock, Mood I, all …….rock.events in the 90’s…Green stock….Razberry…being on shoe-string budgets…getting blown..with all possible concentrates…in any forms…some times emulsified too….Remember once, getting hold of the Green Prasad from the Mumba devi temple….Topping it off with a quart each…we sneaked pass the security with the chillum..hidden in our crotches…Hallelujah…we screamed….for this manly deed….Shared a drag or two with the Pentagram…squad.or was it Pythagoras & Right angles……Rock against the Drugs was the concert…..Irony !!!

During the Juravi…act, I remember….Herby…standing next to me….stony-blank….expressions…..blood-shot eyes…he had lost his audio signals….could n’t decipher a single word….Lost….Crazy………days…….

Worst is the after-match……..with OD’s all around….