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Illegal (Epilogue) . Introducing a new series is a new obsession which could die off with this series itself. . This picture is pretentious and so is the entire theme of this story. This series will be based on true events where something called "hemp" was transported from the heart of Himachal to Bangalore. . Now, I can go on defining hemp here in boring Google or wikipedia ways. But you can read about it. Or maybe you will try knowing about it through this entire story. . This series takes hold of basic human nerves and defines alot of pressure factors faced by the people . . We don't know much about them because we never tried. But you read on and you will know. . The journey started from Malana and ended up in Chandigarh Transportation services. It may look like hemp was arranged from Malana where it is found in abundance. . But no. That's why the title "illegal" comes info existence. Everything around us is posing and alot of selfies have already started haunting me. . Don't we have anything else to share other than just selfies? I could be more interested in what you want to show around you rather than just a cigarette in the mouth which is not even lit and you are looking at camera, obviously, posing. Just like law is posing as a protector but has actually managed to destroy more lives. . Thank you. There is more to come. . I liked this picture. It doesn't portray the human duality but literal hypocrisy. And accept it or not, all of us are hypocrites. Nobody gives a shit about you. But still, we want to stay in the vicious circle. So, go on and pretend as much as you can. . I hope your future generations embarrass you. . PC: @sonam_sodha . Thank you for this pretentious beauty. . #instaseries #hempjourney #documentaryscript #hemp #malana #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writersblock #revolutionaryjourney #himalayas #instascript #writingcommunity

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There is no Title for this. . But if you wish to legalize gaanja for its medicinal, agricultural, and recreational benefits; you can actually contribute by raising your voice for legalization. . Shaming the sacred plant, Indian government introduced the NDPS act on 14th November 1985. Ban was implemented after rigorous pestering by the US government. . The country was in shambles and Rajiv Gandhi government decided to decriminalize it in response to the assistance offered by US government in the form of FDI. Alot of chemo , radiation, and pharma companies were introduced in the Indian healthcare sector shadowing the long and strong ayurvedic history. . For last two years, the government is passing the discussion on the cannabis legalization bill. But with only few MPs in support, we cannot really expect much. . But if we can gather as masses and at least, share our opinion; it can boost up the possibilities for legalization. . Already there are a lot of medicinal and agricultural benefits. You can conduct an online research for confirmation. . So, on 17th December 2017, people are gathering in 8 different cities to demand for legalization. . Be a part of it so that we all can relish the benefits of the plant without any need to hide it. . #March_for_Patients #Legalise_Cannabis #March_for_Planet_Earth #Green_Industrial_Revolution #Legalise_Hemp (at Delhi)

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True nature (Ch. 4) . Shikava used to live with an old man. His daughter had run away from home because he tried to give her a better life but she wanted to be free and decide on her own. . Shikava knew that the man wasn't wrong but he also knew that he wasn't right either. . It put Shikava in a deep state of mind to decide whether it really matters to be right or wrong. . During one of those hot summer nights, the daughter had returned. . - You never let me be free. My husband left me thinking he was breaking the family. I always loved you and always will. But you need to let things go. . - but I always wanted your happiness. Your better life. . - on your terms. Like you see it. But life is not like that father. So, I have not come home to talk but to burn you, father. BURN! FATHER! BURN! . She put kerosene on her father like an old Bollywood trash movie scene and burned him like he had no hands. I guess he was neither proud nor ashamed of what he had experienced. . Father let himself burn as her daughter stormed out. Shikava had seen enough. So much melodrama these humans create. He was thinking about the ideology of right and wrong and here, some deep guilt ridden bullshit and anger were still driving humans. So backward!! . Who puts her father on fire or which father doesn't leave her daughter to live on her own!! Dogs never understood these things. He looked at the burning father for some time and thought about barking and waking up neighbours. But he just sniffed the scenario and moved on. It is better to leave these people on their own. . Shikava learned one thing though. It's better to be with the self than to be with the outer world. He was free. . He thought about having a family. But then, dropped the idea thinking about how daughter had burned her father. . It gave him shivers for awhile but he knew that the journey with self will always be blissful. . Or will it? Dealing with the self is the most difficult part as it seems. As free as it feels, it is equally intense to go on. But shikava is happy now playing like he had never before. #instaseries #writersofig #writersofinstagram

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Sudden Chain of Events (Ch. 1) . It is crazy, sometimes, what history can do to you. An ancient legend that lives through our books comes out and stands in front of you. . It is not the ancient gods, traditional cultures, different religions, political achievements, or daily shenanigans. But the picture of a self-portrait that we make in reality, in our head, in terms of our mind, and traditional roots. . A persona that drives us into vanity, or sometimes, into mindless humour when we make faces. . A calender that just keeps moving on with some 'x' marks on few dates and in one of those days, there is a moment when you decided to do something that you have never done before. . It was not something proud, maybe regular thing for some people but definitely not regular for you. . So, the only faith left is yourself but in the end, you make it with a lot of ups and downs. . It gets boring here. . So, the story revolves around something that is going to happen in the next chapter. . This was just some bullshit for introduction or maybe not. Perhaps, it will make sense in the next chapter. But that's not a guarantee. . But that's all about the "Sudden Chain of Events" so far. . #instaseries #instafiction #writersdesk #writersofinstagram #writersofig #instascript

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I don't belong

Fluid dreams, vivid memories, like a kaleidoscope in front my eyes, as I press my left eye harder to seep into, the derilium of ecstasy, green and joyous, I gulp the last of my drying saliva inside my stomach, and close both the eyes and open my arms, to leave what I have and reach where I don't belong, because where I belong, I don't know, but perhaps, belongingness is something, I should move on from and just be..........

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Your Eyes and Sweet Tides

The realise through the love, in your eyes, I look deeper, Only to find myself there, looking stunning and dashing, as usual but is it really me? Is it my perception or my image? Is it a barricade of deception? Just like a fake orgasm, all it takes is your eyes, full of lies, in disguise, but as sweet tides wash, ashore they bring what's inside, I shall put my hand over your heart, to feel the beat if it matches with mine, or if it is just another form of intoxication, hovering over your mind, making me feel I am the reason, but the reason was something else, sweet lies, beautiful lies, my house of love, or the house of cards, to be blown away by the blink of an eye, all the sweet lies, the better times, there is no junction but still, I have ways, to go here or there but all around, there is nothing but sweet lies, shunned back, there is nothing in your eyes, because if I close my eyes, my lies, are better than your lies like the sweet tides.

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White walls - Ch. 7 (Loneliness) . All those ancient structures made sense to me. Ancient as they are trees. Filling my lungs with freshness as I remove the white tops of amanita muscaria to reduce the toxicity. The collection of white tops in millions that I have. . What if I have a hundred of these white tops! Are they sufficient to kill me or adequate to take me somewhere where I can enter my body and cleanse myself of all the sins that I committed torturing my body like it is taken for granted. . The misery that it feels under the negative mental pressure. All falling down in a deep abyss where I look around and find myself alone protected by nothing, bound by nothing, and just camouflaged inside the jungle. . White tops hit me, not like amanita muscaria though but in a different way where I find myself sharing that beautiful loneliness with these creatures that run in the wild. . These trees that fill my lungs with freshness. I have been here before and I shall keep coming because this is loneliness. . The spot beyond space-time continuum. The spot where I mediate. The spot where I decide. The spot where I stay. . P.S.: Still unsure whether white tops kill because I am alive so far and I know that as long as I am out in nature, only my mind can kill me. Nothing else. . Loneliness, my friends. One of the white walls. . (at Bangalore City)

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GLM_India: Cancer patients meet day . So far, I have always provided you with fiction relating it with alot of human factors but what I am going to tell you now, is not only the ultimate reality but one of the very less discussed aspects of cancer treatment. . GLM stands for the Great Legalization Movement. Most of you know about it and rest of you can search online. I just joined these people for three four days. . Today, was the day when I witnessed something really very nice. . So, every Wednesday is the patients meet day where either cancer patients or their loved ones come to take the medicine. . It is not only about taking the medicine and going homes but it has to be channelized and the whole lifestyle is supposed to change. . Therefore, 10 protocols are supposed to be followed which can keep you away from the cancer. . There were ten visitors approximately who had come to represent 7 patients who had used chemotherapy but cancer relapsed. Chemo also exposes the body to radiation which is not needed. . A one simple solution of using cannabis oil for cancer treatment was properly explained and displayed. . It is all sorted. . Simple question is just that if even one patient, just one patient gets cured from cancer; why cannot we at least start researching about its benefits? . It has happened in the past. And being so aware today, why cannot medicinal marijuana be a part of the research and not termed as illegal. . #GLM_India #RidetoLegalization #GrowGanja #SayNotoDrugs (at Karnataka)

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White walls - Insaan (Ch. 5) . He checked the water in the flush and sat on the commode. He had alot of food last night and he didn't drink water; so, he knew that his ass was going to explode. . In a parallel universe, he had just joined a mob to beat the hell out of a vigilante or a masked thief. . He put alot of effort to shit it all out but it was too big for his asshole to let it pass. After a while, he decided to use nozzle to open it up for easy flow. . As he lifted his leg up to hit the vigilante, his pant tore up under his balls. He quickly moved it down perplexing the vigilante who looking at the moment, punched him in the face. . Nozzle actually worked and he released it all soon. It was just one time blow and shit was all out. . Vigilante was taking over but he didn't want to give it up. He frantically ran towards the vigilante and bit him on the arm making it bleed. . He tried to flush it but chunks were too big to be flushed out. There was no vacuum or suction cup. There was no extra water. . Vigilante threw him away and kicked him over his ass putting him down. He leaned forward and started choking him. . It was too smelly thanks to yesterday's spices. But he waited for the chunks to become small and water to be filled in the flush. He could not even go out because smell will be all over his place. . In the throes of the moment, he removed vigilante's mask and it was him. His own face. He was fighting with himself. . He quickly woke up from his bed but it was all done. He had shitted on his bed. He had a crazy dream though. . Honestly, I had thought about writing this story about God where he created humans actually when he was taking a dump. But then, I thought that humans will feel bad. So, I changed the scenario. . PC: @kasjmierleela #instaseries #instafiction #storiesofinstagram #writersofig #writeraofinstagram #writingphilosophy

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White walls - The aborted child (Ch. 3) . The baby's head was visible. Doctors could see it. The profoundness felt in an existence going to surround everyone around with happiness for awhile. . Meanwhile in Kailash, Shiva asked Parvati if she was expecting a baby goddess this time. They both smiled at each-other. Shiva kissed parvaty on the forehead and said, "what if we drop this one?" . "What do you mean?", Said parvati. . "I said let's drop it." . "Ok" . On Earth, The baby was coming out and the mother was unable to see it. She had insisted on keeping herself conscious all the while but lost it when baby's head poked out. . Ganesh was born 25 years ago. He had lost his mother during his delivery when she could not regain her consciousness, went into coma, and died. . It was Ganesha Visarjan today and was was his birthday. He held the idol on his shoulders and started going towards the river leading the crowd from the front. . The crowd was berserk and hysterical with joy. An ambulance was trying to make a way through the crowd carrying a pregnant mother. . Meanwhile in Kailash, . "So, what do you think this time, Swami?" . "Let's do it. Let's not drop it this time. . "We will call him Ganesha." . In the meantime, that ambulance on Earth could not make a way and the the child died in labour under the chants of visarjan. . 25 years later, that woman still prays to Ganesha putting all her faith in him. . Ganesh who is 50 years old now still carries the Ganesha idol during visarjan. . #ganesha#idolism#ganpati#writersofinstagram #writersofig #writersblock #writersdesk (at Ahmedabad, India)

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#dreaming #gameofthrones #animation #3d #betweendreamsandreality (at Ahmedabad, India)

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#dreaming #gameofthrones #animation #3d #betweendreamsandreality (at Ahmedabad, India)

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White walls - Me Now (Ch. 2) . It is a mad path without a belief system. Without being a part of anything. Without contributing anything for the world or the society. Without being related to politics, religion, identity, humans, possessions; it is a rather unreal but possible world. . There is no direction. But just the tendencies to keep moving. Only thing that can stop you, is yourself. That's where it becomes crazy because you hardly stop yourself. You need something to stop you. Something like a belief. . Ok. It's a struggle but go beyond it once. You will never come back. I can assure you because anyway, you seek madness in a small world that you created. That beautiful world which you created after forming a belief system. . After awhile, when I am done doing NOTHING even after a particular age of maturity; I could be considered as mad or crazy. Reason! Because I stand in this world as the only one and won't be accepted this way until I bend down to something. . People say that we need to settle after a while. I just say no. Rest is history, present, and future. I don't need anything from you. Just a beautiful time without judgement and analysis. You feel me. I know that you will fall in love with me. . But I ll scare you because I exist even though you never thought about existing without purpose. I don't care about what anybody else thinks of me because even though, I come out as a non-judgemental person; I judge people with belief systems as weak trying to find some identity. But not that much because I know that once, I was there too and I believed in it as well. But I was limited. Now, I am not. PC: @kasjmierleela #writersofig #writersofinstagram #writersblock #findingself #beliefs #artofliving #himachalidogs #kutte #cigarettekesaathpose

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Hey Now - London Grammar (at The Resort Hoka)

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White Walls - Loop (Ch. 1) Sprite looked at the pouting lips, getting closer to the face. Those eyes were looking at it, ready to gulp down the final sip of its life. . Just as sprite met its fate, it was happy to be free from that moment where it stayed airtight for more than six months with a label becoming its name, purpose of its existence, expiratory date, and ingredients. . Already vulnerable to the core, known to everybody; it had no mystery standing tight like a soldier inside that fridge waiting for it to be picked up in familiarity by someone who will find it chilled and capable of quenching a petty thirst. . But sprite had a dream to exist beyond this systematic mechanism. It didn't want any purpose. It wanted an out from this fridge, from this cola, and from this tag. . And on a hot as hell day, it was picked up, emptied, paid off, and out down in a crate. . - Yes! This is me. Where others are ashamed and looking down, I am standing high in pride. . After some time, it was picked up along with all others. Transported back to the factory. Filled up again. Put up at the same point in the fridge or that's what it thought. . One of the ashamed ones looked up, smiled, and whispered. . - Welcome buddy. Welcome to the Loop. There is no escape. There is no outside. . Disgusted of its illusions, Sprite took the last leap, fell down, and broke. Only to be picked up and delivered to a glass factory to make another bottle again. . And this time, it was Pepsi. New colors. New shape. The glass bottle was happy again. . #instaseries #satire