My experiment on Drugs

         At present I am one of the law abiding productive citizen of the GNH country with sound health shouldering a responsibility of Civil Servant. But time has its own stories to be told. Following is one of the hard times I had to experience during my boyhood as a price to the infidelity in relationship of my parents.

I was only the child in our small family. Mom and dad really loved me, and being a small family we were happy in terms of every matter. The time went on and everything was running smoothly with its own pace. At the age of six I got admission to a school where my parents used to drop and pick me from the gate of my gigantic school. I hardly notice how good times went on.

When I was eleven years old, dad surprised us by having an extra marital affair with a young lady which brought chaos in our family. Out of frustration, my mom started gambling to keep herself engaged to avoid ill treatment by dad. Though I was very young to understand the situation I remember them quarreling and fighting almost every night which really disturbed me both mentally and physically. The love and care which I had before from them were hardly available now nor there was any one to drop and pick me from the school unlike other kids, whose parents keep on waiting for their kids near by a school gate with grinning face.

With the passage of time their terms deteriorated and I was deprived of all those parental care I owe to receive. Conflict of my parents became their daily ritual. I could not concentrate on studies nor found any solution to avoid this situation. At last somewhere at the age of 12 although I was aware of impact of substances abuse, I took a solace on drugs to get rid of mental disturbance from a daily conflict. But I never thought that a day will come where I can’t stay without it. By the time my parents realised about their only child on to drugs, it was too late for them to say sorry as I was on drugs for almost past five year and got addicted to it. I took drugs as an essential part of my life and was totally dependent on it for peace, companionship, happiness and so on so forth, until I found myself in an ICU (intensive care unit) room lying on a bed surrounded by white masked people besides my parents too. For a moment I could not figure out why my parent’s cheeks were drenched with rolling tears until a man on white coat nearby my mom uttered “we are sorry madam, your son is in critical condition because of overdose”. Then and there my parents came near me and hold my cold tiny hands tight in their warm palm and said “we are really sorry for not giving you a proper parental care …..” It went on for a moment and a last word I could utter was “I ‘m sorry mom and dad for giving you such a trouble...” then my body started to become colder and numb with a pale skin giving unbearable pain.