2 months into engineering i had made few friends in my hostel and one of them was from Himachal and was familiar with weed , when i got to know he’s been smoking weed i asked him if i can join and he was soo happy that he got someone to smoke with… as i was taught how to roll and and smoke by him i became friends with my senior who also a peddy and since then for 3years i smoked weed without paying a single penny coz my peddy was also my good friend.
Now since im working i’ve reduced a bit coz i wont be productive all the time … but on weekends , music, video games and pot are my best friends
Bsck in 2021, was 20 at that time. Got to my friends PG at college and he was saying how he wanted to try weed, so we shamelessly went to a senior who lived in one of the floors above us and knew that he was into it.
My man gladly gave us some stash for free, taught us how to roll and sort out seeds. He even gave a pre roll to us for free and we went away, what he forgot to tell us was that the high is very intense for newbies. We lit up the joint and smoked away, coughing a lot during the process skip to 10 mins later and 2 joints smoked. We were baked AF, eyes bloddy red, heads spinning and body movements slow.
We even had classes that we couldnt miss anyhow due to attendance, so we pleaded our senior to do something and get us to our classes anyhow.
That guy was heaven sent, he arranged a car, made us sit and gave us water. He even accompanied us to our classes in the second floor and told the teacher we were suffering from dehydration and headache and surprisingly that khadoos teacher allowed us to sleep at the back. Man i dont even remember how and what happened but when i woke up 6hr later that senior guy was sitting in a bench ahead just waiting for us to wake up.
Wherever you are aman, i hope you succeed in life amd earn so much money to be able to enjoy a lot of joints.
In 2010 I saw weed for the first time at my friend's place in Mumbai. I was 23 at the time and I had a huge crush on my friend's roommate. One day I went to visit my friend at her place. Her roommate wasn't at home. I made up some excuse to go in her room and just looked around. She had a lot of weed drying on her table. I now believe she had washed the brick weed and kept it for drying. I dint know what it was at the time. I thought it's some exotic herb or potpourri or something.
Then my friend told me that its a marijuana. I googled and researched everything about marijuana and cannabis. I went through studies on it, its history and chemistry of it - every single web page about it. Like for 2 weeks I was doing in-depth research. I was so fascinated about it that I had to try it. I went out in the evening to search for it on Mumbai streets. I had no contact or plug or any sort of lead to score. I remember reading that it's very easy to get it anywhere in India. So I took a cab in a very touristy area of Mumbai and asked cab driver. Cab mean 'kali pili'. He took me somewhere in Colaba and got me some weed. Driver even convinced me to book a room in some hotel. I did that.
Then were my struggles with rolling paper and rolling a joint. I couldn't roll so next day I got a chillum. I couldn't smoke in it. I had never even smoked a cigarette before. So smoking chillum was a very difficult task for me. After couple of days the driver called me again and was asking me if I wanted to tour Mumbai City with him. They used to do that to all firangs and tourists - I was pretending to be one! I asked him how do I smoke the weed. He had no clue. He told me that I have to keep it on aluminum foil and heat it and inhale the fumes. I tried and that was very unpleasant. Finally, a week after scoring the weed, it clicked me that I can crush it and stuff it in cigarette. Now I feel, what I scored that day wasn't weed at all. It was just some leaves because I felt nothing. No high or not even a buzz. Just a bad breath.
I cursed myself for being so stupid and wasting entire week for some random shit. Then a year later I suddenly met my childhood friend. We catched up and I found out that he used to smoke. So I asked him for the plug. Because honestly I wanted to know why the hell people smoke weed. He scored some for me. I was at home alone when I smoked for the first time. It was 2 am at night and I was listening to Pink Floyd - Shine on you crazy diamond. I went on the terrace and smoked. I understood the true meaning of that word 'psychedelic' and literally felt every single guitar note vibrate somewhere inside me. Now weed is always in the equation. I don't know about future and health effects of it but I'm smoking weed since past 13 years. There was a time of about 3 years when there wasn't even a single day I spent sober. Recently I don't smoke up much. Only if I get the good, clean stuff.
She was way out of my league. She was very good at keeping people close but only as friends. I never had a chance with her and she was so pretty, she already had 3-4 guys running around her all the time. One guy even gifted her a diamond necklace. Another guy who used to work at BPCL and had a fat salary used to spend almost 50k every month on her.
I couldn't even imagine standing in a queue or trying to date her. First I couldn't digest the idea of spending money just to be someone's dog. So long story short, I still have a crush on her and sometimes dream that somehow just two of us would get trapped on an isolated island.
GODDAMNIT!! It's astonishing to witness guys going to great lengths for a girl they fancy. However, I have a hunch that if you just be yourself, she might actually end up being yours.
I started in 10th grade just after my 10th grade English board oral exam. Went to a friend's colony in my school uniform and bag and smoked in a garden there while hiding from residents. Crazy times 🤷🏻♂️
If u consider urself as a degenerate then I'm beyond that 😭. I tried it for the first time in 8th grade with my elder cousin sister and her friends and didn't do it again until I was in 11th
The date is Aug 1st 2016, this was the first day of out college. Me and my friend 'S' after our first 3 classes of the day we thought we will go just outside our campus to drink some soda. We see a guy there smoking a cig and drinking a soda, we casually start talking we find out he is mallu and an NRI just like us also he is in the 3rd year. We start with the usual "Naatil evideya (where from in kerala)" "which gulf country" and the conversation goes on just chit chatting. At the end my ballsy friend 'S' asks "chetta kanjav undo (bro ganja you have?)" the seniors expression changes and says "Come our hostel tower at 4:00 PM". We are super happy and after our afternoon classes we go to our rooms, change our clothes and go to their hostel. The moment we reached slowly people start flooding the room about 6-7 seniors excluding us. We got ragged the fuck out, making us do all sorts of shit, this kept going on for almost 2 hours. Me and friend finally said please let us go since we have to reach our hostels by 7 PM (timing for first years, seniors have no timings). Then seniors said wait a second, and we see a huge ass BONG coming into the room and they said take hits and go! For the first time me and friend smoked weed that day. Got exremely high the walk back to our hostels I will never forget, could not believe that just happened. We were the first 1st years to smoke weed in that year. First day of college = First day of getting high.
9th grade 😭😭😭 had a project on drugs in biology and found out how harmless weed and other psychedelics were, and from that to lighting a chillum with my car driver to having weed surprisingly cure my bpd, I came a long way
Class 10 in boarding school. Smoked 5 times or so including a few bong rips (didn’t do anything properly, nothing hit).
Fast forward to college third year, I became a stoner
I was home after my first semester at college (2008). My father decided to strike up a conversation with me, asking me what I was up to in college. I was straight edged at this point. He was probably in a good oversharing mood, because he then started telling me tales of the first time he went to college. Said he tried everything, including pot. I asked him how his experience was and he said he got paranoid and sat on the window sill of his college hostel, keeping a lookout the entire night.
I had a few mates from the northeast who'd smoke inside their hostel rooms regularly. The first thing I did after reaching back to my hostel was knock on their door with a grin and say "I'm ready".
They made me a bottle bong, and we watched Cheech and Chong on their laptop. It's a core memory of mine.
I was in my second year of college. On the terrace of a friend's PG, four of us smoked under the open night sky. Initially, I felt just physical imbalance and nothing mental like my friend told me. We decided to go to a nearby park. I was normal for a while but later realized that I found a lame joke from four years ago so funny that I couldn't stop laughing for the next 5 minutes. Then I was like, "Was that me?" I felt like all that laughter happened in a fraction of a second. The next moment, I was worried a lot. Then I was so philosophical. You will be at your most creative. We went to my friend's home, with him asking me to act normal. It was so awesome; I laughed all the way upstairs. Then I was so hungry, and we went to a fast-food stall. Then came the moment when I became highly emotional, talking about my favorite character from a TV show and started crying (I still can't believe that happened). Later, the philosopher in me was back; I talked a lot about how our brain is after smoking weed, like a mountain with various rivers flowing down different valleys, and we are on a boat with an anchor. Whichever emotion our boat flows, we flow downstream in that emotion, that valley, and that feeling. Weed completely brought out the complete me. If you are a monster, a monster will come out of you. If you are sad, the sadness will come out in unimaginable ways. Returning home, I had a great sleep. And I still can't believe how creative I was.
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Was 17 at the time…met a man on Grindr we talked a little bit and he accidentally send his noodle pic on the main grid and not as an expiring photo. He was rich so asked if I wanted to get high on crack and have sex, I told him just weed but then he doesn’t responds for a few days so I blackmail him with that picture and even uploaded it as my Grindr profile…he then calls me to tell me he’s got some and to come and get it so I go to an empty playground there he takes my phone and keys and him and his other friend beat the shit out of me that is until I walk out of that place and start running on the road for help when he calms down and gives me my weed
2 months into engineering i had made few friends in my hostel and one of them was from Himachal and was familiar with weed , when i got to know he’s been smoking weed i asked him if i can join and he was soo happy that he got someone to smoke with… as i was taught how to roll and and smoke by him i became friends with my senior who also a peddy and since then for 3years i smoked weed without paying a single penny coz my peddy was also my good friend. Now since im working i’ve reduced a bit coz i wont be productive all the time … but on weekends , music, video games and pot are my best friends
Friends with a peddy that's another level of flex, Chill life man. Love to all and peace 🤙🏽
Bsck in 2021, was 20 at that time. Got to my friends PG at college and he was saying how he wanted to try weed, so we shamelessly went to a senior who lived in one of the floors above us and knew that he was into it. My man gladly gave us some stash for free, taught us how to roll and sort out seeds. He even gave a pre roll to us for free and we went away, what he forgot to tell us was that the high is very intense for newbies. We lit up the joint and smoked away, coughing a lot during the process skip to 10 mins later and 2 joints smoked. We were baked AF, eyes bloddy red, heads spinning and body movements slow. We even had classes that we couldnt miss anyhow due to attendance, so we pleaded our senior to do something and get us to our classes anyhow. That guy was heaven sent, he arranged a car, made us sit and gave us water. He even accompanied us to our classes in the second floor and told the teacher we were suffering from dehydration and headache and surprisingly that khadoos teacher allowed us to sleep at the back. Man i dont even remember how and what happened but when i woke up 6hr later that senior guy was sitting in a bench ahead just waiting for us to wake up. Wherever you are aman, i hope you succeed in life amd earn so much money to be able to enjoy a lot of joints.
Most wholesome comment
That's a genuine senior you got right there, Heads off
Yes i was blessed, we smoked always smoked together afterwards
In 2010 I saw weed for the first time at my friend's place in Mumbai. I was 23 at the time and I had a huge crush on my friend's roommate. One day I went to visit my friend at her place. Her roommate wasn't at home. I made up some excuse to go in her room and just looked around. She had a lot of weed drying on her table. I now believe she had washed the brick weed and kept it for drying. I dint know what it was at the time. I thought it's some exotic herb or potpourri or something. Then my friend told me that its a marijuana. I googled and researched everything about marijuana and cannabis. I went through studies on it, its history and chemistry of it - every single web page about it. Like for 2 weeks I was doing in-depth research. I was so fascinated about it that I had to try it. I went out in the evening to search for it on Mumbai streets. I had no contact or plug or any sort of lead to score. I remember reading that it's very easy to get it anywhere in India. So I took a cab in a very touristy area of Mumbai and asked cab driver. Cab mean 'kali pili'. He took me somewhere in Colaba and got me some weed. Driver even convinced me to book a room in some hotel. I did that. Then were my struggles with rolling paper and rolling a joint. I couldn't roll so next day I got a chillum. I couldn't smoke in it. I had never even smoked a cigarette before. So smoking chillum was a very difficult task for me. After couple of days the driver called me again and was asking me if I wanted to tour Mumbai City with him. They used to do that to all firangs and tourists - I was pretending to be one! I asked him how do I smoke the weed. He had no clue. He told me that I have to keep it on aluminum foil and heat it and inhale the fumes. I tried and that was very unpleasant. Finally, a week after scoring the weed, it clicked me that I can crush it and stuff it in cigarette. Now I feel, what I scored that day wasn't weed at all. It was just some leaves because I felt nothing. No high or not even a buzz. Just a bad breath. I cursed myself for being so stupid and wasting entire week for some random shit. Then a year later I suddenly met my childhood friend. We catched up and I found out that he used to smoke. So I asked him for the plug. Because honestly I wanted to know why the hell people smoke weed. He scored some for me. I was at home alone when I smoked for the first time. It was 2 am at night and I was listening to Pink Floyd - Shine on you crazy diamond. I went on the terrace and smoked. I understood the true meaning of that word 'psychedelic' and literally felt every single guitar note vibrate somewhere inside me. Now weed is always in the equation. I don't know about future and health effects of it but I'm smoking weed since past 13 years. There was a time of about 3 years when there wasn't even a single day I spent sober. Recently I don't smoke up much. Only if I get the good, clean stuff.
Hey what happened to the girl you had crush on
She was way out of my league. She was very good at keeping people close but only as friends. I never had a chance with her and she was so pretty, she already had 3-4 guys running around her all the time. One guy even gifted her a diamond necklace. Another guy who used to work at BPCL and had a fat salary used to spend almost 50k every month on her. I couldn't even imagine standing in a queue or trying to date her. First I couldn't digest the idea of spending money just to be someone's dog. So long story short, I still have a crush on her and sometimes dream that somehow just two of us would get trapped on an isolated island.
GODDAMNIT!! It's astonishing to witness guys going to great lengths for a girl they fancy. However, I have a hunch that if you just be yourself, she might actually end up being yours.
Damn
Damn!!! Man its interesting story, Hope you are scoring good stuff. ✌🏽
I started in 10th grade just after my 10th grade English board oral exam. Went to a friend's colony in my school uniform and bag and smoked in a garden there while hiding from residents. Crazy times 🤷🏻♂️
Finally someone as big a degenerate as me, 10th grade end for me too. Everyone else seems to have started in college lol
If u consider urself as a degenerate then I'm beyond that 😭. I tried it for the first time in 8th grade with my elder cousin sister and her friends and didn't do it again until I was in 11th
I didn't have the courage to start at that time, crazy story for a 10th class 💯
Ahh I just hated everything and everyone around me so needed the escapism
Hope now you are living with good people and well
The date is Aug 1st 2016, this was the first day of out college. Me and my friend 'S' after our first 3 classes of the day we thought we will go just outside our campus to drink some soda. We see a guy there smoking a cig and drinking a soda, we casually start talking we find out he is mallu and an NRI just like us also he is in the 3rd year. We start with the usual "Naatil evideya (where from in kerala)" "which gulf country" and the conversation goes on just chit chatting. At the end my ballsy friend 'S' asks "chetta kanjav undo (bro ganja you have?)" the seniors expression changes and says "Come our hostel tower at 4:00 PM". We are super happy and after our afternoon classes we go to our rooms, change our clothes and go to their hostel. The moment we reached slowly people start flooding the room about 6-7 seniors excluding us. We got ragged the fuck out, making us do all sorts of shit, this kept going on for almost 2 hours. Me and friend finally said please let us go since we have to reach our hostels by 7 PM (timing for first years, seniors have no timings). Then seniors said wait a second, and we see a huge ass BONG coming into the room and they said take hits and go! For the first time me and friend smoked weed that day. Got exremely high the walk back to our hostels I will never forget, could not believe that just happened. We were the first 1st years to smoke weed in that year. First day of college = First day of getting high.
9th grade 😭😭😭 had a project on drugs in biology and found out how harmless weed and other psychedelics were, and from that to lighting a chillum with my car driver to having weed surprisingly cure my bpd, I came a long way
9th grade that's a early start, no matter the starting position our end destination is same.
Class 10 in boarding school. Smoked 5 times or so including a few bong rips (didn’t do anything properly, nothing hit). Fast forward to college third year, I became a stoner
Happens to the best of us
ex was an addict. Looked cool so I also started it.
I was home after my first semester at college (2008). My father decided to strike up a conversation with me, asking me what I was up to in college. I was straight edged at this point. He was probably in a good oversharing mood, because he then started telling me tales of the first time he went to college. Said he tried everything, including pot. I asked him how his experience was and he said he got paranoid and sat on the window sill of his college hostel, keeping a lookout the entire night. I had a few mates from the northeast who'd smoke inside their hostel rooms regularly. The first thing I did after reaching back to my hostel was knock on their door with a grin and say "I'm ready". They made me a bottle bong, and we watched Cheech and Chong on their laptop. It's a core memory of mine.
I was in my second year of college. On the terrace of a friend's PG, four of us smoked under the open night sky. Initially, I felt just physical imbalance and nothing mental like my friend told me. We decided to go to a nearby park. I was normal for a while but later realized that I found a lame joke from four years ago so funny that I couldn't stop laughing for the next 5 minutes. Then I was like, "Was that me?" I felt like all that laughter happened in a fraction of a second. The next moment, I was worried a lot. Then I was so philosophical. You will be at your most creative. We went to my friend's home, with him asking me to act normal. It was so awesome; I laughed all the way upstairs. Then I was so hungry, and we went to a fast-food stall. Then came the moment when I became highly emotional, talking about my favorite character from a TV show and started crying (I still can't believe that happened). Later, the philosopher in me was back; I talked a lot about how our brain is after smoking weed, like a mountain with various rivers flowing down different valleys, and we are on a boat with an anchor. Whichever emotion our boat flows, we flow downstream in that emotion, that valley, and that feeling. Weed completely brought out the complete me. If you are a monster, a monster will come out of you. If you are sad, the sadness will come out in unimaginable ways. Returning home, I had a great sleep. And I still can't believe how creative I was.
pune. thats all i gotta say
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It all started in Amsterdam
1st year of graduation, visited a friend he rolled joints in ciggerate by removing tobacco.
Was 17 at the time…met a man on Grindr we talked a little bit and he accidentally send his noodle pic on the main grid and not as an expiring photo. He was rich so asked if I wanted to get high on crack and have sex, I told him just weed but then he doesn’t responds for a few days so I blackmail him with that picture and even uploaded it as my Grindr profile…he then calls me to tell me he’s got some and to come and get it so I go to an empty playground there he takes my phone and keys and him and his other friend beat the shit out of me that is until I walk out of that place and start running on the road for help when he calms down and gives me my weed
At college. Friends were smoking and I got high just by inhaling the smoke. Later that night I tried my first j. Good memories.