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U-No-Poo IF-Sizzlerz

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Posted: 15 May 2010 at 6:25pm | IP Logged
Okay, so I came up with this because I spent the whole of saturday reading about drug and alcohol use/abuse. I know it's pretty weird of me to come up with an AR shot related to the above theme, but I'm quite weird anyway. So here it is, and I know it's really not perfect, but I just wanted to write something unusual and dark. I'm sorry if I made a mistake while writing about drugs/alcohol.  
Disclaimer: I don't intend to glamourise substance abuse in the following story.
Warning: This one is angsty and contains death related themes. You've been warned.
Hair roughly tied back in a loose bun and mascara running down her cheeks, Ridhima looked around the room. The state of her house reflected her inner state - broken. Her life was empty. She had nothing.
Her mind suddenly started reeling back in her past. The only good years of her childhood were the years she spent with her parents. When she was 5, they died in a car accident. They were both driving under influence (DUI), something that Ridhima was completely unaware of. Alcoholism lived in her house - day in and day out. Her thoughts shifted to the time spent in an orphanage. Those were probably the worst years of her life. She preferred not to recall them, so her mind sped through those memories and paused at one day. The day she ran away from the orphanage.
While she was in the orphanage, Ridhima had discovered a deep love for music - that was perhaps the only good thing to have happened to her in that place. Her love and passion for music drove her to construct a plan to run away. She knew she had to learn music.
A small bittersweet smile touched upon her lips as she recalled the wild times she spent outside the orphanage - Struggle for work, money and survival, small and petty jobs, endless drinking and endless music. She finally managed to collect enough money to enroll in a music academy.
Music academy. Her mind stopped there. From there on, it was as if she had had a re-birth. That she wasn't Ridhima Gupta. She looked around her house once again, and this time she noticed the broken photo frames. 
Armaan came into her life when she stepped into that academy. They hit it off almost instantly and before she knew it, they were in love. Ridhima could speed past 20 years of her life, but each moment that she spent with Armaan was engraved in her mind like a tattoo. She knew that he was the one. Still does.
After graduating from the academy, Armaan, Ridhima and a two of their common friends decided to form an Indian pop band. That was the highest of all the highs - their band. Her world was full of music, lyrics, tunes, notes, instruments, voices..everything music. Their band was an instant success. They were on the top for 5 straight years. But as they say, nothing lasts forever. And then Ridhima Gupta became Ridhima Gupta once again.
Armaan had a drinking problem. His drinking increased when early success struck them. With each passing concert, his addiction became worse. When the media sniffed this, the tabloid papers went into a frenzy. It created a rift between their band members. And just as they had shot up to fame in 5 seconds, they were pulled down in 2.5.
Ridhima stood up for Armaan wherever necessary. They moved in together. Lack of music was like lack of air. Armaan indulged himself into alcohol, and it increased her resentment. Not long after their fall from grace, she discovered that she was addicted to music and the audience. Her craving to play the guitar just once again increased day by day. To get rid of the anxiety, she played in small bars and restaurants. One day, when things got too out of hand, she confronted Armaan. Their fight culminated in them breaking up.
Her mind zapped back to the present. Words from that conversation still echoed in her brain.
"I can't do this anymore Armaan"
"Then don't"
"You really mean that?"
6 months. It had been 6 months. She moved out and found another flat. With Armaan gone, she was completely hollow from inside. She tried to get her mind away from him by working endlessly, but it didn't work. Each day was like a restricted breath. When it got too much to handle, she turned to the only way she could find - drugs.
They opened a new world for her - momentary happiness. It was like flying in heaven for those few moments. She forgot all about her failure, and about Armaan for those few moments. It was like being back to her mother's welcoming arms. Her dependency increased everyday, to the point that she was working only to be able to buy enough for one day. She had no permanent house, and moved from one flat to the other as frequently as changing clothes. Her previous cleanliness 'freak' attitude had been turned into complete disregard of her surroundings. She lost her appetite, wore the same clothes for numerous days, stopped caring for her health and her veins were beginning to weaken.
But she kept using. She didn't know what had become of her life. 'Living' was now an alien word. Slowly and gradually, her world started revolving around drugs, and one day, she had no work. And now, she was here.
She blinked fresh tears and looked down at the syringe. The only object that offered her some solace. Without thinking, she shot it up her arm and closed her eyes.
She was in a vast white room. She was wearing nothing except of a small necklace, with a guitar in her hand. A smile adorned her face as she started playing. In the distance, she could hear a melodious voice singing. Turning around, she saw that it was Armaan, and he too, was smiling at her.
But his face faded into nothingness as the immediate euphoric rush ended. She felt herself slipping into a state of drowsiness. Armaan's smiling face still lingered in her mind. Suddenly, she doubled over and vomited out blood. Her pupils began to dilate and her temperature suddenly dropped. She lifted her shivering hands and saw that they were blue. Weakness took over her and she began to lean sideways towards the ground. As her head touched the ground, her breathing became shallow.
Her mind once again sped past all memories, and the last thought before she closed her eyes was of Armaan waiting for her in the white room with his arms open.
Armaan tried to control his shivering hands as he ran then through his hair. Being put into a rehab was nothing short of hell. 3 days in this place - and he already wanted to end his life. The withdrawel symptoms were getting too much to handle. It seemed as though he had run into a dead end, and there was no way out.
He got up from his bed and started pacing to ease the anxiety. After Ridhima left, he had nothing left in life worth living for. He lived off his previous earning and occassionally sang when he ran out of funds. His day began with a can of beer and ended with whisky. It was not until he rammed into an old lady while drunk driving that the police put him in a rehab.
His heart craved for her presence every day. He knew he had ruined their relationship, but Ridhima's sudden break down hadn't helped his already guilt ridden conscious. It wasn't something he could help - he was addicted. He tried to find her countless number of times, but never managed to find her. She kept moving from one place to the other. At times, he didn't realize when his tears started getting mixed with alcohol. He tried and tried until he stopped controlling alcohol and alcohol started controlling him.
He heard an angelic voice coming from the window. He turned to see Ridhima standing there, smiling at him. He couldn't believe what he saw, "Ridhima?"
She just widened her smile and nodded. He was still shocked, he asked again, "Ridhima?"
He slowly walked towards her. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he outstretched his hand to touch her cheek. She leaned into his touch and said, "I can't live without you Armaan"
"Neither can I", said Armaan in a voice full of raw emotion.
But then she slowly moving backward towards the window. Armaan began to shake his head, "Ridhima, don't leave me again, please, please, Ridhima.." tears were now freely rolling down his cheeks. His outstretched arm still lingered in the air as he tried to stop her. With horror, he realized that Ridhima was too close to the window and might slip.
"No Ridhima, no, stop!", he yelled, but to no avail. In the wink of an eye, Ridhima slipped, the smile on her face still intact.
"NO!", the scream left Armaan's throat before he knew it. The door to his room burst open and his room mate came rushing to him. Turning a frantic Armaan around by the shoulders, he said "Armaan! What happened? Are you okay?"
"Anuj, Anuj, Ridhima was here. She-She fell down. We need to go down. I have to save her. She was here. I-"
"Armaan...Armaan!", shouted Anuj when he kept on rambling, "Listen. There's no one here. You were hallucinating", he started rubbing Armaan's arms, and said softly, "It happens. Okay? Hallucination is common amongst alcohol withdrawels"
Armaan, too dazed and shocked to respond, just mumbled, "B-But I saw h-her..How..", and trailed off. Anuj's heart broke at the sight of his room mate. He was not just an addict, he was shattered. Hollow.
Seeing that Armaan was in no state to think properly, he softly said, "C'mon, we need to attend the evening meeting". He didn't know whether he heard it or not, he simply held his hand and pulled him towards the door.
P.S - Armaan was actually hallucinating, it wasn't Ridhima's ghost or anything :P
P.P.S - Ridhima died because she overdosed.
P.P.P.S - I couldn't think of a better title :S
P.P.P.P.S - If someone is interested in knowing more about drug abuse, then there's a film called 'Requiem for a Dream'. I think it hits the nail on the head, absolutely terrific:
Btw, this is totally random, but I was thinking about this song while writing this part: - It's the lyrics that I found really deep (minus the last para lol)
I made a video for this one shot =)

Edited by CZ.. - 18 May 2010 at 5:21am

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one_ashi Groupbie

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Posted: 15 May 2010 at 9:45pm | IP Logged
Really interesting, great touch of realism that normally we tend to forget about. Unusual topic but one of great importance and I think you've written it really well! Thanks for the one-shot and hope to read more of your work! ;)

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SunainaTM007 IF-Dazzler

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Posted: 16 May 2010 at 1:40am | IP Logged
Heyyya Neeta !!! =) =)
that was an awesome one-shot !! really well-penned !! drugs and alcohol are really ruining the lives of most people... but these addicts hardly ever realise that those momentary highs after consuming these things, can cost them their lives...!! its sad that some of the most learned people too, come into these things and ruin their lives !! :( :(
riddhima story from the days in the orphanage to the ones in the music school !! her life with armaan, their band, instant stardom and then a low pulling both AR apart and shattering their dreams and relationship !! :(
riddhima thinking abt armaan even when she lived her last breath and armaan hallucinating abt riddhima, those were such emotional parts !! showed how much they loved each other, but this sad that they couldnt make this love of theirs as their strength but they let their petty weaknesses of alcoholism and drugs take control instead !! :( beautifully penned hun !!:)
never thought that a story revolving around drugs could be written using AR but you've done a great job with this shot !!
Fantabulous penning neeta !! ;) ;)
thanks for the pm ! :)

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munnibai Groupbie

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Posted: 16 May 2010 at 2:49am | IP Logged
The story was so well penned down!....It was really touching and I loved the theme; we dont get to read ffs on drug and alcohol abuse that frequently, do we?!
Anyhoo you did a spiffing job! ;)

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Pebblez Goldie

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Posted: 16 May 2010 at 3:46am | IP Logged
There are times when I go through this ff section and read titles and stories with countless number of comments and they are so crude and uninteresting that I feel like ripping my hair apart for the lack of intrigue or ANYTHING new here! And then there are times when I read stuff like this and I realize, there are people on this forum who can go beyond their hormones and actually write something worth reading :)

Neetz, this was like, a beam of reality struck on such an important topic. I mean, yes, we have talked and talked about it for so long that people have started taking it as a 'only talk, no solution' kind of a problem...but God knows how many lives are ruined everyday due to drugs and alcohol...It's a sensitive topic, and yes, a very good way of running away from your problems!

I like the title :) and the hallucination thing was very obvious! Why you thought of writing it, um not sure, but I am glad you did :)


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sisgeo Goldie

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Posted: 16 May 2010 at 5:13am | IP Logged
sad...but realistic................well written............

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chahat_j Senior Member

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Posted: 16 May 2010 at 6:31am | IP Logged

I have actually seem a close friend succumbed to drugs and alcohol. I still see his family suffering every damn day. Been close to 6 months to the incident but the people close to him are still stuck in that one day.

Don't have anything to say in appreciation of this topic since am speechless and so overwhelmed to say anything.
It's just that the reality struck hard somewhere I can't explain.
Anyways, nice job.
Take care,

Edited by chahat_j - 20 May 2010 at 2:09pm

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lilangel_soumya IF-Dazzler

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Posted: 16 May 2010 at 6:38am | IP Logged

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