Friday, October 13, 2006

My head is a construction site

Hangovers are reality checks we can do without ... just like Delhi cops.
Was Wild Child's birthday yesterday and her best friend, The WeatherGirl, threw a surprise shindig at former's place. Got her a battery-operated crawling hand that her folks loved more than she parted with precious 8inch blueberry blunt as well.

Went by ShutterBug's some time ago and discovered left over mushrooms. The magic kind. Generous helpings of latter on salami toast and self and SB left for MiniBongLand.
This the first time self has experimented with mushies.
Word of advice: Try not to do anything too hectic after. Fries your brain in ways you can't imagine. Like making too many plans with too many people all over the damn city and sitting without the fan on.

Best drug till date has been ecstacy. Been aquainted a few times but the best ride's been in Goa at the end of the millennium (where else).
Baba, The Dog, Bounce, Stubble, Psyche and self, after much vacillation decided to spend New Year's at Disco Valley, which for those who haven't been is a cliff on the beach with the DJs sitting in the cliff on a ledge with the party below stretching to the sea.
Several tambourine men and their whispered spiels accosted us the minute we climbed off our hired, and very dented, scooters. Some pressing, smelling and tip-of-tongue tasting later we descend from the parking lot, pockets bulging with party ammo.
Psyche and Stubble, both friends of The Dog from the Pune days disappeared into the crowd so we picked our way to a vacant spot near a convenient chai/coffee/biscuit/ stall and pulled out the good shit.
Following Baba's advice, tongued the crystals and settled down to wait.
When it hit, half an hour later, it hit nice..
Began like a small warm liquid explosion in my stomach with the warm liquid sticking to the insides of my gut before moving up, threatening to spew itself out.
"Hold your nose, and put your head back" came wavering advice from a passing freak.
Did this and the warm liquid began slowly, like tar, moving back down to my stomach, from where it went, considerably faster along my arms and legs to the tips of my fingers and toes.
This feeling of incredible lightness began tingling through, so thought jumping would be a good idea, what with the mind-bending dark psychedelic being pumped out.
That one hop was more like a adrenalin-charged, vertigo-inducing doiiiiiing!!! Could feel the wind rushing through my hair, along my arms as I soared above the palm trees, way above the crowd, almost face-to-face with dreadlocked DJ hunkered over the dimly lit console before the plunge in my stomach caught and feet headed back to sand. Landed lightly and took off again, this time turning around to check out the ships in the distance, twinkling in the blackness.
Incredible feeling...flight.. kept bouncing all night till exhaustion struck and passed out.
Woke next day somewhere around mid-morning and feet had orange blisters from jumping for 6-odd hours straight barefoot in the sand.
Couldn't walk for the rest for the vacation but what the hell.


Blogger jerry said... tellin this time as well?

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Anonymous hedonistic hobo said...

mushies are fun. a garuatneed laughing trip. like thepictures you put up in the post above. and ppl playingtaash dude, missing diwali here. o well....carrying on.

1:03 PM  

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