Well this is hw it all started..
one fine evening i get a call to come to my freinds house for a treat of magic mushrooms... i being a creature who consumes any thing and every thing under the sun which makes ur brain do summersalut grabed this oportunity on the first invite. By the time i reached there after an hectic day of work the bread was ready with jam and hot tea with lots of sugar was boiling on fire. Firt impression was a disaaponting one... for they are not fresh healhy mushs plucked and ready for cooking.. they were these dried messhed up bunch.. which will kill all ur apatite on the first sight.. adment as i was i went ahead.. placed close to a dozzen between slices of bread and pushed it down my neck.. for those of u used to other forms of poision this could be a little strange.. coz its not drank,smoked or injected to give u instant kick.. mushs being protein will take time to dijest... for first half hour came very close to beleiving them to be fake.. but i was not so lucky.. slowly it grips u.. the back of the head becomes heavy enough to hold straight.... u start laughing for no reasones at all... infact the people around u have more fun than u do.... as the clock ticks u could be scared of things as innocent as a riding helmet for u can see demons inside them... movement is difficult and proportions change with ur position.. on standing on ur both feets(which is whole lot diffrent expereince.. he he) the ceeling will come very close and people will grow taller.. a clear room may be smoke filled... sense of times is lost.. one hour will seem like a whole day and stuff done hours before could very well come become a part of sweet nostalgia.... finaly i decided to take a trip up a spiral staircase to the roof.. we purposely didnt turn on the lights... i cant describe the trip up to the roof.. only thing i can tell u is that i would have never been able to make it till the top of the stairs all alone,not even with my body movements in proper co-ordinations.. once on the top the hallucinations started.. well the faces could be seen stairing at u from the trees and the distance to the ground is conceived verry much acheiveable in one step.... after some 5 hours of nothing but pure bliss.. u become nostalgic.. and i mean really nostalgic.. coz i remembered the time when i was around 2.5 to 3 years old.. ( i later confirmed the memories with my mothere).. then sleep became the rarest of all metals... some hw i convinced myself to sleep.. in between i took a long walk in serach of coke, buts that an alltogether diffrent story for some other time....
a word of caultion for some one trying to do magic mushs.. dont heat them in any form.. that will spoil them.. do them in dark or isolated place.. and keep good music handy...see u till the next time... cheerrrrsssss
