The moment you hear the words rave party, the first things that come to our minds is drugs and music. And that's exactly what came to my mind when I was asked to film an after movie one such party.

I am no stranger to psychedelic music. I have heard of a band called Infected Mushrooms, and I could only imagine watching something like that played live. But the kind of music that I encountered at this rave was completely beyond my ability to understand.

We started our journey on a shuttle bus from Andheri where it all began. The moment this bus started, several joints were rolled and sparked and a DJ traveling with us started playing some progressive music. I took a few drags of the joints but as the cannabis made its way in their heads, they started blasting dark beats that beyond my comprehension. As I sat through this four-hour journey, I prepared myself for 20+ hours of such music.

Once we were at the venue, my crew chose two tents for our bags and waited for the event to begin. We could hear a lot of chatter about drugs as in the middle of the camping ground. People were proudly boasting about how much they plan on popping that night. As the sun began to set, there was a constant rustling of ziplock bags and we knew that the night had begun.

Towards the dance floor, I ran into a lot of people who were with me on the bus, most of them asking me about what pill had I popped. They were shocked to find out that I'm not on drugs and when I asked them about their condition, all they did was stick out their tongue to show me semi-dissolved stamps and pills. As the night proceeded, I could hear some commotion from the camping area. And as I made my way through the tents to see what was happening, I was shocked to see the state of a few people.

This was the first time I had seen someone have a bad trip. Paranoia took over this one guy and he began to shiver and cry out loud, begging to go back to his mom. Another guy jumped through the entry of a tent and come out the window in a single dive! His friends quickly got a hold of him and pinned him to the ground for almost two hours.

But he managed to break free and started causing a lot of commotion. That is when a few local ravers decided to beat him up. After asking, I found out that he had consumed five blots of acid at once! In the blink of an eye, I could see the guy charging towards me. I somehow managed to trip him and sit on him. We had to use shoelaces and strings of a tent to tie him down. Once tied down, we decided to knock him out and put him to sleep in his tent.

And this was just the beginning of our misadventures. There was a red SUV parked next to the campsite and it had been running for over four hours while no one could be seen inside. So I thought that the guy must have left his car on while tripping and as I proceeded to turn it off and pull the keys out, I saw three guys huddled up near the exhaust inhaling the fumes that came out! They were cutting oxygen from their system while literally poisoning themselves just to get high!

However, not all was grim. There happy trippers too. All they cared about was popping their choice of drug and dancing their heart out. The party went on till almost 10 AM and people retreated to their vehicles and tents. We walked out the main road where we decided to hitch a ride to the nearest market to buy some water and basic supplies for the day as the party was going to start again in the evening.

As we walked on the main road, we came across a skinny raver who was wearing nothing but shorts and a fanny pack. He wanted to top up on his supplies as well and asked us if we can drive. Once we were at the market, we decided to eat a heavy brunch. As we hogged our Batata Wada and Misal Pav, the raver found a couple of his friends, gave us the car keys and told us to keep the car! He literally gave his car to people he met 15 minutes ago. He also handed us a bunch of cash to me and asked me to get beers and cigarette for him and ran away.

The funny part is I don’t even know the guy's name! When we came back, we managed to find him raving with his friends in the forest while playing music from a speaker. He greeted us and welcomed us to his clan. He then reached into his fanny pack and pulled out a large ziplock with a hand full of pills. There were 4-5 kinds of pills in the bag and as he pulled out one of each kind, he laid them on his hands and asked us to take whatever we want. We obviously refused to take pills from a stranger and his reaction was, “stop being pussies!” he passed the pills to his friends who popped them as if they were paracetamol tablets!

We had been waiting all day for a confirmation on what time our shuttle bus leaves at night but the guy who was arranging the bus was tripping on something else! We decided to hitch a ride to the Mumbai Goa highway and made our way back to the city in a State Transport bus. As I sat in that bus and tried to recollect moments from my journey, all I could think of was the junkies and how casually they are putting their life at risk. It was at that moment I took an oath that I would never touch any chemicals in my life!