SLOW JAM

I picked up the phone. Dialed 1800-191-6734-0987-124-123-3123. 

'Maanus tum sanchaar karun icchhita, azun out aahe. Nantar call kara'

'Aap jis aurat se sampark karna chahte hain vo filhaal talli hain. Aap kal sampark saadhne ki koshish karien..dhanyawaad'

The call was made. It wasn't the right time though. Paakhi had achieved it. She was in the slow jam state . Her head smiling, lips buzzing and heart slowing down with the music. 

Bass hits you hard in the head. Involuntarily, the heartbeats slow down. In perfect sync with the trance. 

I could feel my phone buzzing. I picked it up. It was Paakhi.

Paakhi : Faa..ast tell me what goes well with monk?

Me : Umm..thums up..

Paakhi : noo..noo..no I mean the chakhna..aa..

Me : eh? what!?

Pakhi: Can I eat Saturn rings? 

Me : Whaat?!

Pakhi: Do you know the moon is made of Mayonnaise...I can dip those saturn rings in the moon mayo.

Me : Umm..I guess so..

Pakhi : The moon would be pissed off..is it?

Me : No no, it already has so many craters. Don't ask for too much of Mayo though. Okay?

Pakhi : Okaaay..bye.

She cut the call. I picked up the phone. Punched in a few random numbers.

A lady picked up the phone. 

'Press 1 to enter the receiver''Press 2 for zilch''Press 3 for massage'

My fingers were all over the keypad. The last finger hardly made a move. Lazy fingertip. I pressed 2. The spiral sucked me in. I was falling deeper and deeper into nothingness. My phone buzzed again. It was Pakhi.

Pakhi: I need help!

Me : Where? What? *buzzing*

Pakhi: There is a Kangaroo stuck in the tubelight.

Me : what!? 

Pakhi: Should I call those fire guys?

Me : No wait. It will die. Tube light has neon.

Pakhi: Oh..is it? Oh okay. Where are you?

Me : I am in a rabbit hole.

Pakhi: Damn the rabbit..remember the slow jam.

It sucked me in. I was in there for about one light year. I was back to the Dark Age. It was the slow jam state I think. Paakhi was somewhere in there. I called her up.

Me: I am in the slow jam state. Standing near the Pumpkin Paradise.

Paakhi: I am indoor swimming at the space station. Wait for me. I'll be there in a light year.

Me: You have enough ethanol?

Paakhi: Yes.

I slept off. I got up. I was lying on the floor. She was sleeping besides me. I woke her up. She puked. The hangover began.

I punched in a few random numbers - 14985701235

A lady picked up.

'Hello. Dial 5 to end the note'

'5'.

LOCAL TRAIN DIARIES

I caught the wrong train. It travelled at the speed of light. A man got in selling Hash brownies. Hash brownies le lo, weed le lo'. A thirty-five-year-old man sitting right next to me bought two pieces of it. He got high. The train got higher. The train did not stop at Kurla. People started vanishing slowly. Right from the strands of the hair to the tip of their toenails. The handles started singing a ballad and were prancing along. The seats started reclining, tilting. Kids began sliding over the seats. All the fans combined together to form nuclear turbines.

The train halted at Mahalaxmi and two penguins got in. They were sliding on the reclining seats. Downhill. They got rid of their black blazers and turned on the spiral. Commuters stared at the spiral and went deeper and deeper into it. The train was hypnotized. It whizzed past by and arrived at its last stop. No one got off. Rather the train got off. And people were standing still. Stuck in the air. Train waiting at the platform. Human beings holding handles stuck in time and space on the tracks. It started raining. The droplets hanging in air. The mud wasn't moist. Droplets not yet kissing the ground. Dangling in mid air.

I touched a globule and my fingers were moist. I plucked another droplet. I could hear the penguins wail in unison. They wore back their blazers and turned on the ignition. The spiral of nothingness was racing along now. The clouds stared at the spiral and were hypnotized.

The clouds sucked in all the people instead of the droplets. The globules were still hanging in space. The train was high. It slowly transformed into a gigantic chainsaw. To stop train, pull chain. The man selling hash brownies pulled the chainsaw. It went about slicing the clouds. It was raining human beings then. Falling in a leisurely motion. They landed on the ground and started meditating.

Shiva. Psy Trance. Cannabis.

Goa is the birthplace of Psychedelic Trance. It emerged in the mid 1960's. Many believe that psychedelic trance has immense spiritual power. It is said that the first hippies who arrived in Goa, brought with them the 'Cannabis culture'. It was during this time, that the first Goa DJs started playing psychedelic rock bands such the Grateful Dead, the Pink Floyd and The Doors. 'It was decade of 1960's when European and Ethiopian cultures first found peace in the foreign land of a Portugese colony , with an upcoming russian mafia to support it. Goa, truly had created ripples all across the globe. With the first world going through massive economic boom in the next three decades from the 60's. It gave generations of individuals who found no harmony in their unnecessary  paced up life. Then in 70's finally the youth broke. Introduced to sound of Sitar and the flower power.

The real truth behind the reason why the 'flower children' smoked weed? or College professors feeding their students LSD? Taking heed to the words of Timothy Leary .Realizing there is no need for a college degree.Is the astonishing fact ,that we can receive more knowledge from Mother Earth herself. Industrialization and modernization are the only factors for disturbing the equilibrium. Hence, Flower became their sign. Peace and Love their message. One thing that is clear to all of us is that, the generation demanded Naturalism and Nature in their Pocket. They were in need for spiritual 'Shanti'. Choked by the silencers of a thousand automobiles, screeching and screaming sound of urban landscape demanding Peace.

'I have had massive spiritual awakenings from the readings, yoga, cannabis and psytrance, a whole new spiritual world has opened up and my view of everything has expanded. It's like I understand the universe, I understand the world, I understand and have experienced nothingness, just for a brief millisecond. And that is the preparation for the next phase.' said Virat Singh, a student of SIES College and an avid psytrance follower.

Psychedelic Trance bands like Shpongle, Buddha Bar and Anjunabeats through their lyrics, have pointed out numerous similarities between Shiva's Tandav and Psychedelic Trance. The Hindu mythology believes that, whenever a devotee offered 'Ganja' to Lord Shiva, it pleased his senses. Lord Shiva and Ganja share a divine relation. Though he maintained his psychological and emotional balance. 'It is a drug for the benefit of all. I don't think there is anything wrong in it' said Ketan Sharma, a Psy Trance follower, living in Pondicherry. Interestingly, the scriptures say that, people who consume the drug on a daily basis are full of happiness. Also, Vedas narrate the story of how Lord Shiva consumed the leaves of the marijuana plants in the heat of the sunlight. It was his favorite diet. He is also known as the 'Lord of Bhang'.

Gradually, Goa witnessed a lot of these psychedelic gatherings. Devotees of Shiva, who believed in the power of psychedelic trance would gather and consume cannabis. However, these gatherings were suppressed by the police. "Atharva Veda, says that 'Bhang' relieves anxiety. The Veda also says that long before the Universe was created, the Almighty obtained spiritual water. Many of these droplets were dropped on the Earth's surface. Marijuana plants surfaced wherever the spiritual water touched the Earth" said Damodar Lal Sharma, a Sanskrit scholar.

Taking a close look at the conventional Yunani medicine, we find that a lot of preparations of cannabis have been used over the years to cure disorders. It hones up the intellect and cures dysentry and sunstroke. 'Weed and Psychedelic Trance is the way of life. This is our real culture. Shiva's energy germinated from his Tandav. Tandav was his trance mode.'  

World Hypnotism Day

'My eyes. Stare. Look into them. I have no eyelids. My eyeballs are juicy and hypnotic.'

Eyeballs pop out and reach the soil. They dangle at ground level, with a thin nerve attachment. Spiral in my eyes. Bee hive in vision.

'Bees stare. Everyone. Stop Working. Now. Stare into my eyes. You are falling into nothingness. You are falling deeper and deeper within. What does your soul look like? Fluorescent. Worker bees, wear invisible suits. Bee Hive is your Cosmic space. You have to Slide. Drones, marijuana plantations are your home. You have been hit, a deep pseudo kick in your head. Queen, you are now a resin, stuck in outer space. You are swimming in a jellybean. Sleep.'

Desert Mirage And Trip Lava

A dolphin popped out of the Marijuana desert. Red eyes. Everlasting grin. Right next to Mount Kilimanjaro, the oozing lava was her visualization screen. Dolphin and the Giraffe would stare. They would hallucinate. Eyes stuck on the lava, the patterns it formed. The Giraffe started believing it were a penguin, wrapping up its legs and sliding through the desert. 

The sky was falling. It was a Mirage. The stars were blue and violet. A delusional shooting star shot down with legs and hands, and a face devoid of nose. The star was made of Mayo. A tired star, mayonnaise dropping off its sleeves. Giraffe and the Dolphin were Spiral eyed, going deeper and deeper within. Eyes broad open, staring at the star. The Dolphin took a giant leap in the sky and dipped itself in the star mayonnaise. The star gently shut its legs and hands and barged into the sky. The Giraffe stared at the star. It flew away with the Dolphin. Giraffe caught one of its legs. The star zipped past the milky way. Dolphin dunked in the mayo.

A trip through the Milky way, flying over Jupiter. It had rings and active volcanoes, erupting colorful lava. The oozing lava was her visualization screen. Dolphin and the Giraffe would stare. They would hallucinate. The Giraffe believed it was an ostrich. It dipped its face in the Lava and died. Stung by a bee, it woke up. Pricked by a thorn, it grasped that everything was a Mirage. Slapped by the penguin amidst the desert, it realized it was an illusion.