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Day 8: The moment I felt most satisfied with my life

The Moment I felt most satisfied with my life, Today’s Challenge made me smile like a retard. Isn’t it weird that we run behind such monumental things all our lives only to be content with the tiny ones, It’s the small things that make a difference.

Small things and Big money. ( The Clash between the idealist in me and the struggling-student-in-a-third-world-country in me is crazy)
The moment, The moment when I felt satisfied. MOST SATISFIED but not exhilarated, or exuberant, The moment I felt truly content was sometime last December. Oddly enough it wasn’t when I got my tattoo, or got a kick-ass college or when I got a car ( luls. because I don’t have a car :P) or even post-mindblowing- sex. I did feel satisfied but … It was sometime last December.
I went back to Pune, the city I completed my last two years of schooling from (also grade 6,7 and 8) The city where my brother and mother were and where my friends still are.  So I went back home after my Semester end exams.


One day, out of the blue I planned to go over to a friend’s place for the night, her mother was going to be out of town and we had planned to call our friends over get drunk or high, or both and just chill and catch up.  (Note: This was also the night when I puked for the first time after drinking, I drink a lot but don’t puke. I’d never puked before that and have never puked after that. It was just a sudden whiskey shot {I hate shots!} and it just came up and I puked in my hand, splattered some on my friend’s face too but hey! It’s okay, right?)

We sneaked the guys in around mid-night, they had to jump over a hedge and everything, in order to hide from her neighbours. So by 1-1:30 we had finished a bottle of whiskey
and were done with the second round of joints. With their inhibitions low, one of them was sitting on her bed-crosslegged staring at the wall, my musical friend was strumming on his
guitar, the third one was crushing some stuff for the bong and giggling, another was playing with my hair and pulling it, while I sat on the floor in the weird way that I sit while my friend whose house it was leaned against the wall, her clothes falling off her, her gorgeous hair spilled all over laughing at us.


And then, my musical friend started strumming ‘sutta ‘ (sutta is Hindi, or modernised Hindi for cigarette) , it’s like Indianised, explicitised collegey Summer of 69 or something on those
lines It’s legendary that song!, anywho he started playing it, humming alongside and all of us started singing with him on the top of our lungs. We were screaming (we weren’t supposed to because the neighbours could hear everything and my friend, along with all of us could get into trouble) but we sang. we sang all three verses, the chorus, the guitar riff and we smiled at each other, and we laughed. And God, in that moment I swear we were infinite. It felt so pure and simple. I have sung songs in my hoarse voice hundred of times, but there was something about that moment. I remember looking at each one of them, individually and I could feel them and see the spark in their eyes.
They felt it too, I hope. Jesus, I was content. satisfied. Happy. I wasn’t with all of my ‘official best friends’ (I’m lame, that way.) but was with some of the best of my friends,
I was in a room full of people I loved, I love with all my heart and soul.

I forgot, we forgot about things. About pending assignments, getting screwed, our parents finding out about our whereabouts, about the unpredictable future and deteriorating grades, about hating college and not having girlfriends or boyfriends.
We were high, high enough to feel things we hadn’t felt but not high enough to zone out (that happened later that night!) so that amplified our emotions, but good lord I felt like charlie, when he heard the tunnel song. I had this fleeting thought, where I realised how content I was there, in that moment and that place, It was then and there that I realised that it was home, that those people were home.
That moment was home.

We didn’t do anything monumental, we almost got into very serious trouble, we didn’t do anything illegal (ok. heh. underage drinking and substance abuse doesn’t count.
occasional, recreational drug abuse is okay. okay?) We were just a couple of 18 year olds, with an old guitar and no adult supervision.

And In that moment, I swear we were infinite.

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 3 – Your views on drugs and alcohol

Day 3 – Your views on drugs and alcohol

Drugs and Alcohol unfortunately are a very integral part of a teenagers life in the present day scenario. For an average teenager it doesn’t matter if you do drugs or consume alcohol, It is a major part of your life in someway or the other- either your friends are abusing it, or your dad is drinking too much, or you use it to escape the crowd, or you do it when you succumb to the peer pressure. But then there are some- like me.

Yes, I consume alcohol and I know I’m underage (since the legal age to drink in my country in 25 ) and I’ve done weed thrice. I don’t know if it’ wrong or right, I didn’t do it because the people around me do it because there are a lot of people who don’t. I did it because I wanted to. I want to experiment with things, mess around, make mistakes. I’m not addicted to it, I don’t want to be. Drugs aren’t my thing anyway. Doing it once in a while, in moderation is okay in my opinion till you are not killing yourself. It’s fine till you know what you are doing, it’s your life to make or break. It’s risky but alright by me till you are not harming yourself too much. But a very big part of me is scared that someday maybe, one of my friends or anyone for that matter will end up doing something drastic or killing themselves, over something as foolish as drugs. I scared. They anyway didn’t have any brain cells to begin with, and now that they are losing so many every day- it frightens me.

I have a very different opinion about alcohol. I’m all for it. It makes me happy, puts my guard down ( which is needed) and I enjoy it. I don’t like beer, I love vodka and Whisky. They are my absolute favorites. I love drinking, It makes me happy, it brings out the better person in me, I’m more aware of things and I can even tolerate people, emotions and people with emotions as I am terrible with them when sober.I drink too much, far more than I’m supposed to but with my asthma I can’t really mess around with the other junk. Unlike most of my pals, I don’t take in alcohol to get ‘drunk’ I consume alcohol because I like it. I enjoy it. I have now acquired a taste for it. But for me Alcohol is the one thing that converts my dad into a monster, and brings out the worst in him So I try not to over-do things because I don’t want to turn into that horrid being he turns into. Somewhere deep inside I also drink to get away, It helps in a weird way. It makes me forget stupid things, when crap gets out of hand. It helps me sleep. It’s a good break everyonce in a while. It helps me not feel things I don’t want to feel. I love Old no. 7. It helps in ways people and things don’t. Damn, I’m all nostalgic over a bottle of ethanol. -_-

To be honest anything in moderation is fine, never cross the thin line between moderate and a little more than required and you’ll be fine. It’s important to be self aware and it’s essential to be with people who will take care of you if something goes wrong, because it’s a huge risk. It can kill and it does. The rational being in me and the teenager crash again.So I’m careless while I’m with careful people. Hope I get through these hormonal chanegs safe and sound, and don’t end up in a rehab/juvie.

I’m decisionally challenged, I make bad decisions. That’s what I do, so this is expected of me and I live up to their expectations. 😛 More often than not I’ve to be told that this is stupid and it is then that I realize it.

But then again- As they say :

cheers 🙂