Youth of West Bengal’s Durgapur are ‘High’ on Condoms and Locals are Baffled

A handful of youth residing in Durgapur is under the grip of a strange addiction. To everyone’s shock, in the past few days sale of flavored condoms has drastically increased in various parts of Durgapur such as Durgapur City Center, Bidhannagar, Benachiti, and Muchipara, C Zone, A Zone. The rather bizarre occurrence has raised questions among all. Out of sheer curiosity, a local shopkeeper asked a young man, a regular customer at his shop. In response, the young man said, he regularly buys condoms to get intoxicated.

Understandably, the people of Durgapur are baffled after learning about this new “means” of addiction. Dheeman Mandal, who works at Durgapur Divisional Hospital, responded to the unusual fascination and said: “Condoms contain aromatic compounds. It breaks down to form alcohol. It is addictive. This aromatic compound is also found in dendrites glue. So many people use dendrite for addiction also.”

Analyzing this further, Durgapur RE College Model School Chemistry teacher Nurul Haque said, “The long-term soaking of condoms in hot water causes intoxication due to the breakdown of large organic molecules into alcoholic compounds.”

Shopkeepers of a medical shop in Durgapur say: “Earlier 3 to 4 packets of condoms were sold per shop per day. And now a pack of condoms are disappearing from a store.”

 

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Why Do Rich People Love Quiet?

New York in the summer is a noisy place, especially if you don’t have money. The rich run off to the Hamptons or Maine. The bourgeoisie are safely shielded by the hum of their central air, their petite cousins by the roar of their window units. But for the broke—the have-littles and have-nots—summer means an open window, through which the clatter of the city becomes the soundtrack to life: motorcycles revving, buses braking, couples squabbling, children summoning one another out to play, and music. Ceaseless music.

I guess she’s (?) never heard the phrase “so loud you can’t hear yourself think,” or maybe that’s just ever, uh, been an issue. But, in general, complaining about the character of a place where no one wants you to be is shitty and short-sighted. The self-assembling ghetto is a gift to everyone else.