THE HEP WORLD

Nowadays there's this thing about being "HEP" in each and every one of the
youth of India. I don't know whether its an effort to imitate their
counterparts in the Western nations or whatever,but the young guys and gals
feel that they ought to be in tune with all that is "IN" these days. The
list of activities that are "IN", is headed by the usage of drugs,of late.
Oops!!! I shouldn't use the wretched "D" term. Rather it should be said that
weed/dope/grass/marijuana is the fad these days. I have no idea whether all
these things are the same or there is any difference between any of them!!
This is a story about one such individual,whom I personally know,who was
introduced into the HEP WORLD lately.

He had heard his friends discuss about it and sharing their views and
experiences,which made him feel left out. So on one particular day, or
rather night, he volunteered for the "stoning" ceremony. He went on his two
wheeler to the beach, where his pals were eagerly awaiting him. They then
prepared the stuff in front of him, kind of like a cookery show where the
step by step process is inculcated in the viewers. He was privileged to have
received the virgin stick.
As he was already adept with smoking, he puffed on in his normal fashion but
couldnt quite get the "feel" of it. But, there was nothing to worry as the
stalwarts were present there and he couldn't get luckier. They gave him the
required tuition and an obidient student that he was, followed their words
to the dot. What happened after his third puff at the stick, was not under
his control.
His mouth bacame exceptionally dry and an urgent desire to pee followed. He
was shown a particular place in the distance where he could leak, but the
voices which were guiding him, seemed to be coming from some far off
distance. Anyhow, he staggered up till there and started urinating. Thats
when he felt his pants and shoes getting wet. There was a bad breeze blowing
from the sea which had helped him get wet in his own filth. The sand was
blowing all over his body from head to toe but he wasn't feeling it. He
didn't feel a thing even when the sand went into his eyes. After a while he
sat on a railing for some time, affixed there, as if he were a steel statue
welded to the railing. Though there were taunts and insults from the
audience, he maintained that posture and didn't move an inch (or rather, he
couldn't).
The audience were in for a surprise when this guy vomitted!! He was down on
both his hands and knees and was continuously letting out the cocktail of
fluids from his mouth. Even after he stopped vomitting, that dog-like
posture was maintained (somewhat like the statue on the railing, only this
time, it was a statue on concrete).
His tutors put him inside one of the cars as obviously he couldn't ride his
two wheeler back home. He was brought to one of the guys' house, outside
which, he discharged the rest of whatever was left in his stomach and maybe,
in the intestines even. He was put under a cold shower where he seemed to
regain a bit of his lost consciousness as well as conscience.
The next morning he woke up with bloodshot eyes and some invaluable memories
from the night before, his maiden stoning.

Last heard, he is / was in one of the holy cities of India, on the banks of
some river, smoking free weed along with the "dreadlocked" sadhus.

How "HEP" can that be ?