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What's wrong with you?


You want to have them. You try to have them... you're unsuccessful. You retry...harder this time. They're yours...all yours. And nobody else's or maybe everybody's. Everybody whose life is nothing short of a melodrama, or at least that is how you see it. Maybe because you ain't no intruder in anybody's life. It doesn't bother whether a stone hits you or a cyclone inhales you. Are you thinking you're a soldier?
 
Ecstasy comes only after you've played GTA vice city all day, watched Potter series the next, played poker and went clubbing the next day, read Salman Rushdie the following two days and closed the week after visiting Khajuraho but you still aren't happy. And then come hashish, marijuana and cocaine and trance. Nothingness, completeness, emptiness and much more. Words and appearances are mere hallucinations.

For they transform you to a whole new kingdom where you are the king, to a heaven where fairies for you sing. It’s a breath of orgasm...of satisfaction, passion, romance at its peak. It’s a woman's feeling when her man makes love to her, it’s a mother's feeling when her son gets employed, it’s a teacher's feeling when his disciple outshines him. It’s when not lyrics but music enchants your ears.

They devoid you of all the earthly ways of sorrows and materialism. They give to you tranquility and peace. 
Then why is it that when you take narcotics, everybody else has a problem and they ask you "What’s wrong with you?"

Why does no one like it when you are happy with yourself? Why is it that every time you smile, someone gets envious? Why is it that every time you laugh, someone is crying?

Your body will anyhow, one day turn to ashes...its temporary. Why for its safety then should you devoid your soul from its share of happiness, happiness that only drugs give to it.
Drugs are what throw light on the art of choice-making, the inevitability of death, the wonders of hope, the science behind deja vu and serendipity, the omnipotence of destiny and on the several enigmatic shades of life.

[P.S. The article only preaches a sadistic approach towards sanity. Smoking up is injurious to health. I do not and I don't recommend you to indulge either. Never forget that there are various parameters of attaining ecstasy, explore them.]


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