First Night with Ganja Baba

That evening Madda ( Madhusudan – the slimy fuck ) took me to meet Baba — an evening trip which will continue for many evenings... for many months to come... and what more… a bloody walking distance from our hostel should I say much nearer to our abode than our department. It was sort of a party, with half-a-dozen matthas (Local Marathi) and spiritual seekers…oh yeah great Kali Baba was there!!! Jammu used to say Kali is long lost brother of Madda but I never found any similarity between them apart from the pure love for drugs. We began smoking Ganja early in the evening and continued throughout the night. Baba hit me with everything. Next day I spent the whole afternoon just getting my head together again, like the day after a heavy acid trip which I witnessed much later in life… I missed a lot because partially I was deaf and also because I could hear voices in my brain... I was hearing Chris calling… Sharad fighting with Chandan… Avis and his usual rants… lot more… I could see the words floating in air…

First trip with Sharad and Jammu was lot better... we where all new to it ofcourse apart from Sharad and also because we smoked it confined in a room. It makes you feel lot better because you feel secured even if you pass out... and also we smoked only one joint rolled in a cigarette... but this time I was in the company of veterans... smoking like railway engines from an earthen chillum...

Smokin it up... take out the stone stopper wiping the damn hot Chillum clean with a wet piece of cloth...again putting the stone back... filling up the Chillum and.... BOOOM!!!

Baba was trying to scare me I could make it out… Madda was enjoying the show I could make out that too… why the heck I was getting scared…I told him I am partially deaf right from birth... I don’t know why I have to lie thought he would understand the multiple voices booming in my mind… maybe because I was scared of him… he was like a walking corpse... you can count all his ribs and he has not shaved or cut his hair for ages... he was a true blue Sadhu baba.

Baba said that my hearing would be cured if I do some yoga he went ahead and started demonstrating it also...he also said if I want an early cure I need to collect white goats’ sperm and .... lets say he said many things to me that night. Some were gross insults, such as that in his eyes I'm just an animal. He declared all of us are arseholes… yeah he started speaking in English… and Kali collapsed with laughter — in fact not even as good as arseholes. Baba said we are all fuck-ups, crazy, the dregs of our society. Madda was his true son and I was a bad fuck up who will be trampled by Yumraj’s buffalo. Kali suddenly was very interested in the topic of past life and rebirth. He started encouraging Baba in telling about my past life and rebirth. He told me that I was a lama in my previous life — a fucked-up lama, now that was enough to make everyone interested in the topic… Lo!! Lamas are being mentioned in place like Sewagram. The rest of Matthas lost interest it was just me, Kali and two more by this time Madda has left us after taking 50 bucks from me. He attacked the lamas, calling them everything — except for the Dalai Lama and some others he has met (Kalu … I don’t remember the names now) whom he respects. He said that I am screwed up and frustrated because of what the lamas have done to me — their fucking moralizing! He said that, apart from the shit that I have from the lamas, I'm a 'great soul' (mahatma), who wouldn't harm anyone. He scolded me all night for not sitting up straight —I was just not able to sit straight. He said that people who slouch can have no self-respect. (I guess he is atleast right about the importance of holding oneself erect.)He talked a lot about fucking — said it was what we (students…North Indians… engineers… I don’t know) thought about most of the time. He said that my understanding of shunyata (Zero... I guess) was that it was (something like) the vacuity of orgasm — only a thousand times more so. He asked me at one point what will become of all this (indicating the phenomenal world) when I die. He said something about waking from the illusion of its reality. Said that when we were in the womb, after consciousness had arisen in the embryo, there is no awareness of space and time (these are produced by the psyche after birth). There is no awareness of light in the womb, it's like being in a dark room — but there is a night light, and if you can remember that night light then you know who you were before you were born. He said and did many outrageous things, and I was completely stoned, having smoked from 7:30 pm to 3:30 am. That evening I found out that there's a level of being stoned which you can't exceed no matter how much more you smoke.

Next Day…
Though I may be as fucked-up as I ever was (and still retain it completely, yet those days it didn't look so bad. By telling me that in my last life I was a fucked-up lama, Great Ganja Baba of Sewagram has thrown much light on my present life.

Below is a song dedicated to Ganja Baba of Sevagram and the men from Cloud 9 (Kali Baba, Jammu, Sharad, Chandan, Bongo, Stanley, Sachin, Madda... the list goes on)