Cocaine certainly is one hell of a drug – if you aren’t Indian that is. Actually, barring weed, any narcotic is a disaster when it comes to Indians. If our use of alcohol is any indication, drugs and Indians just don’t mix well.
Narcos’ Pablo Escobar remains my favourite drug lord. The small-time trafficker was a genial, portly guy next door who was as committed to his business as he was to his family. No wonder that his undying love for his family endeared him to Indian audiences like me.
Following a rough patch, I went to Auroville to connect more closely with nature. Three days later, surrounded by raving firangs and vegan pizza, I realised this brand of spirituality was not for me.
A dose of the psychedelic drink ayahuasca sent me on a wild trip. I felt that the creepy anxiety would never end and that I would remain trapped forever in the heart of madness.
In Peter Hedges’ Ben Is Back, maternal love comes without an expiry date – just like drug addiction. The film investigates the aftermath of addiction, both as a raging epidemic and as a crushing emotion.
They say cocaine is the rich person’s drug. Every decision, every thought, can be justified after a couple of lines. Even though it’s no hallucinogen, it allows you to live in a mirage for a few hours. There’s us, the coke users, happy, rich, successful – and then there’s them, the regulars, poor, lazy, and unworthy.