When I ask my friends keep their kids away from Bollywoodiyan entertainment, they laugh on me, ignore me and consider it harmless.

A dear friend felt all ok enjoying this song with his daughter

” चले गए.. सब खाना खाके दारु पिके चले गए सब खाना खाके दारु पिके चले गए सब खाना खाके दारु पिके चले गए चले गए.. चले गए.. चले गए [सब खाना खाके दारु पिके चले गए]” (Mind you guys! This repeat of words is most powerful mind programming!! Kids are easy prey!)

As if subconscious mind programming never happens! 😀

I have warned in past how I have observed and heard about increasing incidents of drugs in school goers around and in Vadodara! But seems society is sleeping ! 🙁 Parents are as always weak and helpless due to their own career struggles.Grand parents are busy in their own entertainment dosages!

Read this sad event from a doctor friend Louis George!

I’ve always known that we have a drug problem in our cities, but, yesterday, I saw something that worried me more than usual.
I was cycling through a side lane with my son at around 4 pm, when we were overtaken by a young “freakkan” on a scooter. He was in a hurry and had cut a little too close for comfort, to my son.
The reason for this became obvious a few seconds later.
He was heading for 3 girls in school uniform, in their early teens.
In a smooth movement, he extended his left arm partially to the side and the girl at the front did the same with her left hand. He must have been doing around 30kmph. They did what looked like a subdued, low energy high five, and both these kids continued to move in their respective directions without breaking stride or slowing down.
When I saw him head towards them at first, I expected a “molestation”. But after I saw what happened, my next thought was that it was a love letter being passed. It took me 2 secs to realise what actually happened.

That was a small scale drug deal that I’d just witnessed.
That was no love letter. No one writes love letters anymore, anyway. You’ve got instant messaging.

There was no smile, no expression on her face, of familiarity. Just the fluid practiced motion, of a quick transaction. They’ve done this before. Several times. That much was obvious. I looked directly at her, and made sure that she knew I noticed. She averted her gaze, turning back towards her friends and carrying out a loud fake conversation about something else, as we pedalled past them. Her friends were quite obviously in on it too.
I didn’t sleep too well, because of this. And had to write it down at 2am in the morning.
I’m not going to turn this into a personal crusade against drugs. I don’t want to end up threatened or beaten up by the gangs. I just wanted to spread awareness of what is going on, and how deep the rot goes in our neighbourhoods.

If 3 teenage girls in school uniform can carry out a drug purchase in broad daylight, in a reasonably busy side lane, and have no fear about the whole process, we’re in a lot of trouble. Our society is failing it’s children. Look after your own.

This problem isn’t limited to rich boys in posh schools anymore,like it was in my school days. It is a lot more widespread. It has crossed income, gender and age barriers. Media has trivialised drug use to that level. Take care of your own children.