Creativity, teamwork and showcasing talent are the main reasons,among others, that a college conducts various fests throughout the year. After experiencing these fest first hand I can safely say that it’s all bullshit. Fests are just an excuse for nearly everyone in college to neglect their education, responsibilities, hardwork and every other part of their strenuous daily life and just have fun. Four days before our very own drug fueled, alcohol powered college fest, my good friend Adam and I stayed back in college, after our lectures were complete, to help out with preparations for our fest. We worked very hard by smoking weed and staring at others work themselves to the bone. When our “work” there was done we decided to head back to our place at around 7pm. We walked on the service lane along a highway that our college was situated on. We smoked a cute little joint to celebrate the hardwork we had put in all day. After about 15 minutes Adam received a notification from the cab company saying that our cab was confirmed and it was 20 minutes away. It shouldn’t take 20 minutes for a cab to arrive , I could build a fucking car in 20 minutes, but we had no other option . So we bought a bunch of smokes and waited . Just before we lit up our cigarettes we saw a bridge that connected one side of the highway to the other. It provided safe passage to pedestrians who wished to cross the traffic riddled six lane highway. We ran up the bridge, sat down right in the middle sticking our legs out through the railing and proceeded to finish our smoke. We sat there 20 feet above hurtling vehicles stoned out of our minds.
We had seen the very same highway everyday during our daily commute to college. Somehow something about the usually annoying traffic and road was different this time. A gentle breeze swept our worries of daily life away. All routine tensions left our bodies with the smoke that left our lungs. We found peace among the hustle and bustle of the noisy traffic. There was a sense of calm created by the sheer amount of chaos going on 20 feet below. The newfound serenity was abruptly disrupted by a call from the cab driver who had arrived. We left reluctantly hoping to experience the unusually blissful affair again the next day. On the subsequent evening we went completely prepared. We finished our work in college by 7pm, went to the liquor store nearby bought a two beers and some smokes and put them in our bags. We smoked a nice fat joint, as we made our way to the bridge. We sat down in the same spot as the previous the day, cracked open our beers, lit our cigarettes and that was it. We lost ourselves in the blinding traffic lights and the roaring engines of vehicles that sped by beneath us .
That moment in itself was perfect. Cold beers washed our throats that were sore from all the yelling . A gentle cool breeze kissed our skin, calming us. However, nothing is ever perfect . There’s always a balance that has to be maintained. Two men in khaki uniforms arrived, blinding us with their flashlights. I’d like to think they had come to bring about this so called balance . They were cops. They yanked us, onto our feet, by our collars. The led us to the police bike they had arrived on. We wanted to panic but we were too high to do so. They gave us an earful and were going on about how irresponsible we were . All this went in one ear and out the ear. Our pot stricken brains weren’t capable of retaining or comprehending what the cops were saying . Our minds were shocked into normalcy, when the cops began describing the consequences of our actions. They said we were being charged for drinking in a public place, smoking in a public place, drinking on a national highway and underage drinking . The cop said we were free to go if we both paid a 5200 rupees fine each. Or we should accompany them to a station and a case would be filed and we’d have to appear in court the next day. Terror slowly swept over us and we began nagging the cops . We explained how we were broke college students who couldn’t come up with so much money because we couldn’t explain this to our parents.
Fed up with us , he made a call and within 15 mins a police jeep appeared about 50 metres ahead. They said we didn’t have any option and we were to go with them to the police station . Frightened and helpless we walked behind the two cops towards the jeep. To add to the situation, out of the blue, I remembered that there was 10 joints worth of weed in right pocket of my jeans, a rolling paper booklet along with my phone in the left pocket and a cigarette box with 4 glorious doobies in my backpack . I managed to throw the booklet into the bushes along the road as I removed the phone. I then proceeded to place my phone in my bag just I could remove the cigarette box and throw it too. I managed to do so just before one of the cops turned around . We reached the jeep before I could safely reach into my right pocket. I sat in the jeep, next to a terror stricken Adam. We continued our nagging till we reached the station. The jeep was parked in front of the police station and a cop opened the door and brought us both out. We entered the station and the cop that was escorting us began looking for his superior officer . I begged him to have one last word with us in private before he made any move. He took us both outside and said if each of us gave him 3000 rupees he would let us go. There was a hurricane of feelings and emotions going through our minds. I was standing there in a police station with drugs in my pocket being bribed by a cop for drinking on a national highway. I told the cop we’d pay him and after several calls and a trip to the ATM we gave him our savings and allowance for the next month . He dropped us back where he picked us from. The jeep left and so did our irresponsibility, narrow mindedness and our childish stupidity . Our parents sent us to college so we could build a future for ourselves and lead a good honest respectful life. Here we were in the middle of the road traumatized from our disrespectful and arrogant behaviour . We decided at that very moment that henceforth we were gonna be respectful of our parents and their money and not be so fucking stupid again. So we spent the next 30 minutes searching through the bushes for the cigarette box with the joints and the booklet that I threw away so carelessly . We found them and we were proud of ourselves for not letting our parents hard earned money go to waste . We walked to the traffic signal to catch a bus home. We smoked a doobie on the way to the traffic signal because we were so worked up . The so called balance I spoke of was restored and rightly so.