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As we continued with the "Chillax" session, i noticed a strange figure, a man in a rotten state in the dark sitting alone under a shed nearby. We ignored,we forgot,we laughed,we fagged,we drank, a lot. It was awesome to relish nirvana playing from the car boot increasing the pace of bloodflow in my veins. Girls gave up midway.Guys continued their thing. Sun broke out early that day. I bid bye to all of them. I always liked being alone after a hangout. That man was not there. What could bring a man alone to drink all night? I remembered to have noticed him with the last memories i had. I slept more in the car.
There was a knock on the car. As i opened my eyes sunlight caught my eyes straight. I must have slept long. couldn't notice the person there. I lowered the window. In came a blow, a strong blow to my head.. I couldn't resist. I had seen this person somewhere. Oh, it was this... this... i got unconscious.

" It didnt end there, i had to resort to marijuana and later on opium also to relieve myself of the stress i faced." I raised my voice. " I used to beat my wife for not handing over her wages which she see earned working as a domestic help. I made her work extra hours for that even. One day my boy got sick and i still got the money from her. He died of TB and i am a murderer now. One day she also left me unnoticed and i was left with no sources to finance me. My neighbourers left me to suffer in solitude. I used to have sleepless nights. I was left here on my own.. Suffering, dying and with no one.. oh god..... buuuhhhuuu sob!! sob!! This continued on and is still that way. But you guys wont care, we, the poor are left to suffer and suffocate out of our miseries to death." I finished at a pitch which had quadrupled from the one at started this dialogue. I saw in the eyes of many of them to see if i was able to catch their attention. It had worked. they were watching with utmost concentration as if it was a bolly fick. i was beginning to get the feeling of a bollywood star!! may be mithun.. Naaahhh.. I threw out my fancy thoughts and refreshed myself for the preach part to start..

" Son, All this has nothing to do with society imposing anything on you. Its all by choice. Its you who chooses what to prefer, I know the authorities are not keeping up for completely eradicate the distribution of these drugs in our society but its also very difficult, you must realize. so in this situation its you who should be responsible." The focus shifted to the audience watching now. " Its you who makes life difficult for yourself. If you want to change something it should start with yourself. Remove the "had to resort to" part from your lives. Depending on drugs is not the end of your miseries. No it wont ever be. It will be the the start of many more. No matter how hard it gets DRUGS are never a solution ." i saw some 4-5 moving out. Not bad, we could continue. so did we "There are many counseling and drug deaddiction centres in our cities that can help you if fail to take the right decision even though." We wrapped with some more educating stuff we worked out by googling. "Thanks a lot and remember prevention is better than cure"

We headed to the lake after that. Well, not exactly lake but a place called Kaimvala. for faging and spending some good time. Thats how we work.

It was a bit louder than i wanted it to be , yikes!! the whole crowd's attention was suddenly onto someone within themselves. " Who r u to protest ?" said mita, my love interest , playing the role of chief minister of the state to which i guess, majority of our audience belonged. I always hated to hear it in this tone from her, it always made me uncomfortable in rehearsals even.
I.. I am the representative of the people of this nation. I am one of those thousands of indian citizens who have paid a huge cost for the benefits out of moves from some of you and your corporate fellows. Whose world was shaken apart because smoking and doing tobacco is promoted as an act of heroes and studs. "Ahaaa.. here comes one more with his sorry saga to be blamed on us. We are very caring and dedicated for the welfare of the common man who lives in my state. came her reply..
" Madam Chief minister, i am the son of a brahmin from the divine hindu city of allahabad. I was 13 when my Uncle brought me to this city to help him in his work. He worked in the production unit of a toilet soap factory. I was also introduced there to work with some boys of same age in the loading shed. They were quite friendly and cared a lot for my well being. Early days of the work turned out to be so stressful that i couldnt bear it, i started getting bodypains, headache and couldnt sleep because of the pain. The separation from home also made me homesick and added to my severe condition. In such a situation i had no choice but to resort to what rameas and prakaas did to overcome it. That was tobacco chewing. I had to gather the courage of doing it by killing my conscience. It hurted a lot earlier but pumped in so much more energy into my body. The pains were on lesser side but sleep was still a problem. Ahh.. i could give that up" I finished with mine and was followed by kanav dressed in a white kurta pyjama, and a khaki jacket . The role of the social worker was a perfect 10 for him. " Son. you shouldn't blame behanji for this. It was a problem more to be tackled by yourself.
I stopped him midway" Hey, dont comeup with your social ideas bullshit for application into my life. It isnt simple enough for you to be saying that and I have experienced much more than that for it to be a disaster. I havent finished yet.

It was friday. This day at college had been a hectic one. Finally i was done with the Play rehearsals for the Nukkad Natak we were to play this weekend. I was pretty content with the amount of dialogues and the outcome of the script that i had written a day before only. They wouldnt come to know i did it at the eleventh hour. But all is well that ends well. Feeling content and exhaust i reached home at about 10 in the night. Headed straight to me room followed by my mom for the usual . After 30 minutes of goals and ambition talk as she left I took off the jacket and tossed it in air to land onto my pet pluto. It looked pretty odd in an adidas. The tantra landed onto my computer and what was left onto the bed, i dossed off to sleep in matter of secs.

The morning was a rush, i had to reach the nukkad natak spot by 10 and it was already 9 . Rushed up fast and barely managed to make it. I knew keeping my role to appear after 20 mins from start would always be helpful one way or other. The site for the play was carefully chosen in an industrial area for specific target audience. On the outskirts but in chandigarh reaching corner was a affair of half an hour at max. Kanav and Paki were furious already and i could notice a glance directed to me as i silently stood in front of the bunch of guys who had just finished their night shift. What a tragedy, you stay on drugs and cigerattes to keep yourself awake and your morning starts at this view. i was suddenly reminded of my cozy bed. It felt shivery and cold in Jan there. Suddenly i realised this was it, the part of my role entry had come..
" Nahi Chalegi nahi Chalegi Sarkar ki manmani nahi chalegi " i jumped into the human circle they had made.

To Be Continued.....