Hi everyone,
Some of you have been reading this weblog since the last few days. But I guess you guys thought those were mere words. Now here I am with some harsh words for you people, specially the so called STUDS of IIT….
Well you guys consider yourselves to be great studs, ‘coz you can gulp down 7 pegs of whiskey and 3 bottles of beer. And what else? What else do you do? You didn’t drink when you came to this place, because of your family values, because of the way you have been brought up. Then all of a sudden there’s this great transition. You wanna become someone else …someone, so why not a stud? So you go to B......., and grab a sutta. It all starts there. Someone teaches you to smoke. You start with one brand and then you switch brands, and increase the number. Then you find a companion to your sutta. The so called IIT campus has a lot of sutta and booze outlets and you can easily go and get some, even if you are not of the legal age.
Then you go to 2nd year. You are ragged, and your seniors treat you, treat you at P., at T., and pass on a culture, a culture which says, “Drink, drink and drink”. You get high and enjoy, and then you go to another treat and again drink there. But what after some days? You don’t have anymore treats. So you go out and spend the hard earned money of your parents and get some booze for yourself again. Once, twice, thrice- sometimes even the count does not exist.
Then you become a senior and now you are the one to pass on the culture. You do it and then in your final year, you again drink, drink and drink; not knowing that someone, somewhere would be getting hurt, directly and indirectly….
Now you join a job and your 2k pocket money changes to 30k in hand. So what do you do? Drink, drink and drink. You increase your drinks. You go to pubs, late night parties and drink, drink and drink, not knowing what can happen. You drink, and you drive, and you are hit. May be you are saved one time. But my dear friends, luck is not always on your side. And you are hit badly one day …and you die …you leave this world …but you leave a hell lot of memories …helpless parents, who do not even know what happened ....and how …crying friends. You won’t be there, but the people around you will be. It’s not easy for them to hear their friend being referred to as a dead body. It’s not easy for them to not talk to a friend, their best friend lying in front of them…but not talking. It’s not easy for a father to light his own son’s funeral pyre......it’s not easy for a mother to forget her beloved son....it’s not easy for a brother to loose all the support he had from a friend-cum-brother.....it’s not easy …..it’s not easy to forget someone ….Just put yourself in that place and imagine. This can happen to anyone. So why let it come? It’s all in our hands, right? We want our families to be happy, right? So the choice is in your hands…. Do what you want to do. But then just remember what I said …It’s not easy…