Diary - Jijo

Day 1:

Finally the weekend has started although it’s not too long but two days of peace. At least two days I can wake up late and laze around. God knows who made the school timings so early. If your mind is not fresh how can you study and whatever you study won’t make sense to you. Today Allan friends came home and got some weird music. Don’t know how they call it music it was just noise the artists made using hi-fi instruments. I dint stay long to listen other I would have been deaf by now or would half lost my mental sanity .In the evening I went Rohans house to play cricket. As usual I was the highest score. Overall it was good a day. Life would be so dull without cricket. Wish I could make that my career and get rid of studies. Enough for now time to watch some TV and then I’ll go sleep.

Day 2:

Sundays are good only after coming back from church, getting up early on Sundays is damn annoying. Have told mom so many times lets go for the evening mass but she won’t listen. Don’t know how it makes it a difference whether we go in the morning or evening at the end of the day we are holy. But whatever it is Sunday’s lunch is good. After lunch took a short nap, and then an evening of cricket. Mom is almost convinced to let me join coaching hope dad also agrees. I think Allan has lost it. The way he swings his head listening to that music am scared his head will come off. His friends are all retards. I walked into his room today and I could smell something burning and lot of smoke. I think he has started smoking. I asked his friends what it was and they referred to it as dope and he said it makes you go high. Wonder what the hell that is and does it have magical powers to take you high. They all look possessed to me. I should stay away from them they don’t look right to me. I think ill inform mom about this dope thing, she always says she wants to fly. I guess once she consumes this she can go high and experience the joy of flying. Tomorrow again back to school one whole week of educational torture.

Day 3

Am tired now, it was a boring day, dinner was bad, I don’t think a day could be worse. Even the games class got cancelled and it was taken by Mrs. Gomes. Two classes of Mrs. Gomes are like the worst torture anyone could go through. I don’t think anything worthwhile happened for me to write down. Overall a bad day that’s all I have to say.

Day 4:

Good day at school three classes off and three games of cricket. Hope these teachers meeting s happen more often and the best part is no homework for tomorrow. Today again Allan’s friends came and were listening to same music and swinging their heads. Some guitar thing they were talking about and going mad. I tried listening to their conversation and the music but it didn’t make any sense to me. I guess Allan has lost it. Today also when I entered his room I could smell that dope thing there and James was telling Allan that he could see stars on the ceiling and it looked beautiful. What the hell is he talking about? Who the hell can see stars on a room ceiling at four in the afternoon? I tried asking Allan what they meant by dope but he didn’t reply anything. His friends told me that he is buzzed. Wonder what it will be for me to get buzzed. I sat there for a while watching these retards and then these guys started talking about how these rock stars are always buzzed and that’s the reason why they come up with such brilliant lyrics. Allan can’t talk here while he is buzzed and these guys are saying these rock stars write lyrics. What nonsense these guys are talking about? I think I am also losing it with these guys. I need to maintain my distance from these guys. But I wonder how it would be if I doped and got buzzed. Would I also see stars during the day?

Day 5:

I think Allan has lost it completely he locked himself up in his room and is blasting music. He was alone in the room none of his friends came home today. He refused to open the door when I knocked. I think he doesn’t like my company anymore or he doesn’t like being disturbed when he is buzzed. But later on I again went to his room and this time he let me in. I could smell dope and I asked him what it was and how it made you go high. He said it’s a long process and he would explain it to me later. I told him even I wanted to get high and see stars in the day like his friends. He gave me a stare and threw me out of his room’. Don’t know what I said that offended his so much.

Day6:

Am drained out by Thursdays I can’t take it anymore. I can’t wait for the week end to start and get a break from this educational torture. This weekend I am looking forward to a cricket tournament which is happening in our colony. Hope tomorrow finishes fast and then I can relax for two days and play cricket .Today again Allan’s friends were over and as usual they all were buzzed.


Day 7:

Finally the weekend has arrived. I can sleep late till tomorrow and spend the rest of the day playing cricket. No homework also. I went into Allan’s room today after coming back from school and there he was with his friend doing the same thing. They all were buzzed and were blasting music. I asked one of his friends to tell me how it feels like to be buzzed. He started laughing at my question; he asked me if I wanted to be buzzed as well. At this question Allan gave me a dirty stare. I looked at him and then told his friend that I wasn’t interested. After a while these guys were still listening to music and swinging their heads, I heard one of his friends asking Allan to get some water. Allan got up sluggishly from the chair and slowly walked towards the kitchen. His friend quickly lit up something in a pipe like thing and told me to pull it from my mouth. The temptation was too hard to resist and I pulled and could feel hot smoke in my mouth. He asked me to inhale it. I tried but I started coughing. He asked me to pull again I did it and then he said slowly inhale it. I did that and i could feel something entering my body and again I started coughing. I did that twice or thrice but then Allan came and he saw tears in my eyes and my face red and I was coughing. He just dragged me out of the room and shut the door on my face. Then I could hear his friends laughing and Allan screaming at them. I walked to my room and I just lay on the bed. Everything was spinning. My head feels very heavy. The fan seems to be right above my head. Am scared it will chop off my head. I can see something on the ceiling but can’t quite clearly make out what it is. I have been starring at the ceiling for a while now but still can’t figure out what it is. The ceiling seems to be revolving. I feel a strange kind of happiness’. I think I can see the ceiling clearly now. It looks so starry. I think I am high.