No.
Nor is this any prose or poem that you might plan to ruin by making illicit efforts to find ''hidden meanings'' or "alternate explanations" to whatever you might encounter in the following sentences...
Thank you.
Well, Friends, now that we have filtered out our audience, we can have some quanta of solace while we discuss... over the puffs of grey!!! Well, I am not sure what are we going to talk about...
So, how about you get hold of your 'Joints' and let the wonderland unfurl before you!
Puff #1:
Whoa!!! don't get choked buddy! Slow down... a bit. Take a deep breath and release... Now take a long sip at the butt and let the ecstasy inflate you! Oh, you don't feel nothing man. You were too busy doing the maths and physics of how to inhale that shit. It left you confused about what was it that you were really supposed to do with that butt in your mouth!!! (oh I can't stop giggling right now :p). Just pass it on to your friend and Relax...
Puff #2:
Couldn't have waited longer! Its overwhelming... the excitement inside you to press it to your lips... and whooooof!!! There goes a longer puff! Aww... you your face looks awful... Looks like it didn't taste good enough. Your lungs feel exhausted... Don't worry. Pass it on and Relax...
Puff #3:
Now that you have gathered back the strength in your bronchial muscles, sit tight and get ready for the perfect puff. Because this time, you are to get it right. Keep your cool, close your eyes and sip in the smoke and let the flavour fill up your insides... you feel that? Yeah that's very much how you feel living life King-size and when all your worries are well taken care of... Now just Relax... the fun has just begun!
Puff #4:
Well, till now you might have been getting bored seeing your friends faces and not being able to follow them... the ecstasy glowing on their faces.
No more. Now you feel reformed. You know exactly what is making them laugh their asses off, and every word they speak, seems to you as the most logical thing you have ever heard! What a shame it was, not to be able to follow them!.. you think. As the joint circles back to you, you get another puff of the happiness that surrounds you. You feel an unexplainable comfort... You feel Relaxed...
Puff #5:
The pleasure that you feel increases manifold. Now that the conversations have paused and everyone seems to be smiling at each other, you start to lose yourself in thoughts. Thoughts... that might not have otherwise crossed your mind. If you are the Happy-Go-lucky type, you will start to feel responsible. Maybe you will end up with a few ground-breaking plans for your future! or maybe just something to work on your PhD...
If you are one of those who have lost their love or have never had a chance to be loved, then you might brood over what petty issues you had been running after! I won't be surprised if you came up with a thought that resembled - "Spiritualism is the Ultimate goal of Life" and "Materialism is a Mid-Summer Nights Dream!". I have even heard, saying - "You don't fall in love with a person... Its a blueprint that steals your heart. Just because you see the blueprint, you cannot say if you are with the right person!" Well, I didn't mind it much anyway... That was a friend of mine from the Civil Department!
...Hey! hey! buddy. Hold on to those thoughts. Don't let them get you. Let me warn you - these thoughts aren't much different from those that of the grey-beards wrapped up in mud and ash by the ghats of the Ganges!!! Take another puff and just Relax...
Puff #6:
The lights have grown dimmer. As you take another puff, you seem to wish had oxygen tasted so sweet as this stuff! (FYI: Oxygen is tasteless. Marijuana isn't sweet -_-)
Your nose and eyes have got accustomed to the smoke. You are now bestowed with the ability to even visualise your fond memories! Yeah, that's exactly what your friend is trying to do by staring at those curls of smoke... and now you don't embarrass yourself by staring at him! Now that you have started to feel so lazy, you don't even care to laugh at your friend's stupid joke. And now the effects of the joint seem to get you. See, you don't even remember what you were talking about when your friend was rolling it up! And then there is your friend, confused about which side to pass on the joint to!
You are too lazy to think even... you feel so Relaxed!...
Puff #7:
See, how time flew since your first puff... and here again you are with that joint pressed between your fingers (well, what is left of it), the soft glow of the red tip burning bright... and the peculiar forms made by the smoke emanating from it. You have already started to feel the heat between the fingers. Suddenly, you feel excited! Maybe because its your last puff... and you want to make the most of it and leave the table satiated.
You draw in the smoke now, carefully though, so as not to burn your lips, and pass it on. There is this silence now. Everywhere. You try to hold your breath, as long as you can. You try to inhale the full essence, feeling exhilarated and of course "high"... As you open your eyes and exhale slowly, you can hardly see anything - your pupils are too dilated. The blurred vision seems so pleasant to you. You enjoy it too!
Just the moment you thought you were too lazy to move an inch and could sleep even sitting upright, the final feeling strikes... Yes, my dear buddy, what you feel is called HUNGER!!!
Whoa! NO... NO... NO... how can you Relax with all that burning hunger?!
And there seems to be only solution till now - Go on and devour whatever (edible) you find in your kitchen!
Maybe you can try finding some alternate solution during the 5th puff, you smoke a joint next time!
Statutory Warning: Cigarette smoking has always been injurious to health. Well, we aren't smoking
any here. Thank you.
P.S. (Yes, I love you anyway):
For those have been left perplexed by this psychological thesis of mine, this is all that I have to say in explanation:
The two extra zeroes preceding the number 7 in the title isn't a mathematical fallacy.
The two extra zeroes preceding the number 7 in the title isn't a mathematical fallacy.
THOSE ARE MY RINGS OF SMOKE