Weed should remain illegal
No, this isn’t some orthodox buffoon trying to voice the sentiments of an Indian uncle, or a narrow-minded attempt at dismissing the medical benefits of marijuana.
Yeah, the herb is a magical solution to infinitely many problems and it should be freely available, but just hear out this average Indian bloke deprived of any great excitement in life, trying to keep a few of his cheap thrills alive.
While smoking is a huge part of the Ganja experience, scoring shouldn’t be completely dismissed either. Smoking weed might give you the dopamine fix but it’s the scoring that gives you the adrenaline rush.
Scoring requires the careful cultivation of a delinquent mindset. A leave-no-trail behind approach. Not like I really want to commit a crime but it somehow feeds this little part inside of me that’s always itching to beat the system, fly under the radar and get away with it.
It’s the joy of doing something shady for exactly the duration between when the dealer calls and the pick-up. Suddenly, you switch to sleuth mode. Looking behind your back. Scanning your surroundings to see if any of the uncles passing by are getting suspicious. And acting like you’re casually out to pick some groceries from the corner store all this while.
It’s the kick of doing shady without seeming shady. It’s that how to ask for stash without ever mentioning it. It keeps you on your toes, more like lets you dip your toes into the murky waters of all the illegal business going out there and seek a little thrill out of it.
When scoring can give you enough palpitations to make it feel like you just did some criminal cardio, who even needs to go to the gym!
And the lovely inconsistency of each new batch. You don’t know if the stash going to be some lifeless dried-out bhusa, cleaning which might make you so miserable you’ll consider going sober for a while. Or it could just be a strain from heaven, whose smell itself makes your eyes roll all the way back inside your head. It’s this unpredictability that makes you cherish and revere every single drag of any batch that makes you fly even a few millimeters off the floor.
The moment weed is legalized, it’ll start selling in tiny bags like Lays. Utterly commercialized. The quality so standardized, you’ll eventually start discussing its diminishing marginal utility in party conversations. Casually throwing around how sensitive you’re to THC percentages like gluten and carbs.
I’m all in favour of it being allowed to be used for medicinal purposes but recreational, nah, not so much. I’d rather continue getting my fix from dark alleys than let it become another FMCG product I don’t give two hoots about.
You see, weed has always been sacred in our culture, and if the only way for it to remain sacred and special is by staying illegal, well so be it.
Over and passing-out🥴
