Journal Of A Delhi Teenager:- Day 1

Friend calls at 8 in the night, i pick up hello? , He says hi bro I'm going to buy some "maal" you coming or no?

I ask what "maal" are you talking bout?
He says ganja yaar(known as marijuana).
Let's be very honest, we both are in 12th class in the same school and both are of 17 years,
Those who don't smoke drugs probably would be thinking Ohh maan they're doing all this in their schooling age, I suggest you visit nizamuddin dargah someday you'll see about 40,50 children who work for almost 8 hours a day to support their drug habits taking drugs and all of them are aged between 9 to 13 years(approx.).
Getting these substances is very easy(in delhi) all you need is some willingness to commit such a heinous crime, It's not only the person who's affected by this habit it's his/her family, no family would want their relatives to know that their child is a druggist. You never know how they're manufacturing such substances, what they're mixing in it. One of my friend is a forensic expert I asked him to run a test on a marijuana sample and the results we're quite astonishing it had rat poison. The effects of injecting rat poison directly into your nerves will destroy your brain, destroy your thinking capability and what not. I used to live in a society(apartments) before, There lived a boy who studied in IIT Delhi pursuing B.Tech from there, he used to live on rent. One fine morning I went to get some milk and grocery and saw that the door to his flat was open, I yelled where are you bhaiyaa, 3 to 4 times still no answer. I searched everywhere then I suddenly got note of some kind of white powder outside the bathroom I opened the door of the bathroom and found him lying in there with 2 injections in his hand(One filled with cannabis and the other one was empty) with 3 to 4 more injections lying near to him. I suddenly checked his pulse it was extremely fast and while i was checking his pulse within fraction of seconds his pulse stopped, I checked his heartbeat tried to blow into his mouth press his heart but he was dead. He died in my hands, He was a state topper and got All India Rank 50 out of 3 lakh students, He came to delhi and became a substance abuser, he was somebody's son, someone's brother, but drugs made his family dispossess the only son they had.