There are two types of ways you can grow weed.
1. Indoors
2. Outdoors
However in a country like India, with a population of 7 billion people, it is not a surprise when a random uncle would pop up and say "Sonny, you are growing weed huh? Mummy Daddy taught you this?", before calling the police to haul our butts away.
So for safety purposes, we opted for indoor growing. Plus indoor growing is beneficial as we have control over the amount of light exposure we are providing to the plant. Another decision we needed to make was to find the perfect place for our illegal business.
Fortunately, my parents owned land near Kamarpara, one of the several localities dotting the map of Chinsurah. It was a place quiet in the interior where there was a slum. Our land was moderately big with a small "workhouse" in the middle making it a convenient place for drug agriculture.
It was 7th of November I was standing waiting for Santu. I had told my mother that I was going to search for dad. I saw Santu coming with a plastic bag possibly carrying our golden egg.
"Bro, so this is the place huh. Sweet"
"I know right"
I brought a pot where we were to plant the growing plant. We planted it carefully as our life depended upon the harvest. This will work, right? It must work or else we would have to sell our internal organs for our family.
"Hey man, take out your notes. We must get this right. Do these plants reproduce sexually or asexually?", Santu asked
"Sexually. These plants have these buds which we must harvest. The buds are the key to good flavor. The high that people get when they smoke is due to THC- delta-9-tetrahydrocannabinol that hits their brain---"
"Yo, shut up nerd! Nobody wants that shit. We need more plants. How we gonna do that homie?"
Fair point. Santu was right. Harvest from one plant would hardly fetch us any money. We needed more money, we needed more plants. How are we gonna get seeds? Did our far-fetched dream was just a teenage daydream? I needed to think...think...think
"Voila! Santu you dummy! Bro this flower is a female and it is already flowering. That means we have seed. Not only that dummy we also have a male nearby. We have hit the jackpot bro. We gonna be super-rich"
It was surreal happiness. I danced a little bit at this realization. Santu joined in. For a brief moment, we felt like ingenious entrepreneurs rejoicing their first business success.
I said, "First things first. Santu I need you to take care of this plant while I search for the male. In the meantime, we also need to start refurnishing this place to make it fit for our business. For that we need capital."
"Capital, as in money?"
"Duh"
"How from where? If I steal money from my household in this crucial moment my mother will beat the living crap out of me before immolating herself. I have no money to get even a haircut done. Motherfricker you think I have enough to furnish this place"
"Well, we need a sponsor then. A person willing to pay for our establishment."
"Are you even listening to what you are saying? This business is not real-estate. We are doing something which is both illegal and risky. Are you out of your fricking mind?"
"I know what I am saying homie. I know a guy. A frustrated police officer, corrupt to the bone. My father saved him from an income tax raid. The guy loves money and will even kill for it. Plus if we have him on our side we have a mole in the authorities as well. When in business think big Santu..think big!"
"I have a bad feeling about this. Who is this infamous cop?"
"Deep Banerjee, our new sponsor"