After giving final exams of 6th semester, I was boozing with friends and was high on weeds despite not performing any good in exams. I don’t know how but it had became my routine. Sometimes we start doing some things without thinking much about its consequence and when it becomes our habit, it starts controlling our mind and we can’t able to realize what’s happening.
I was going to take another shot of vodka when I got call from my mom. She asked me to come home because my father was in a critical condition. It came as a mind numbing surprise. Most of my childhoods’ wonderful experiences were with him. Every time when my mom shouted on me for wrongdoing something, he used to take me to nearby Ice-cream parlor and always try to make me realize my mistake on the way back.
I reached Delhi next morning and rushed to the hospital. He was transferred to a big hospital in Delhi. The heart attack was severe and he was still unconscious. On the first night, I insisted staying with my father at night. He was still unconscious. On the second day, my mom didn’t allow me to stay and told me to go the hotel to take some rest. I went to hotel and opened gate of my room. It was full of smoke. There were already 4-5 guys in room who were drinking alcohol. I thought I came in wrong room and so I came out of that room and entered in adjacent room but this time I again entered in wrong room where there was a guy smoking cigarette and lying to her mom on phone. I came out of room and entered in another room where a guy was being beaten by some guys. I started shivering watching it and immediately came out of that room and saw my father in passage. He held my right hand and we walked outside of hotel and then everything around faded and became white.
I woke up from the dream and saw my father holding my right hand on the hospital bed but was still unconscious. He lived for one more day and But before leaving he again made me realized where I was wrong. In that dream every time I entered into a room, I saw reflection of mine. It was me who was drinking with his friends; it was me who was lying to his mom; it was me who was getting thrashed by that a guy but then my father held my hand and showed me the way to light.
Addiction isn't about using drugs. It's about what the drugs do to your life. Sometimes maybe you need an experience. The experience can be anything. The experience opens a door that was there all the time but you never saw it.
