As it was evening and there was no chance of seeing outside though I was trying to get some natural air from outside. So I tried to find out the locks of the windows so that I can open those and got refreshed with natural air. Some of my fellow passengers were skeptical about my activities. They were looking at me crookedly. I failed to find the locks. Later on, I saw an air hostess coming towards our seats. I asked her where is the window locks so that I can open it. Hearing that, many passengers started smiling. I realized that something went wrong and I felt shy. The air hostess was polite enough to reply me by just saying - sir the windows of a plane can not be opened because of the risk factor. I actually didn’t need a powerpoint presentation to know that and I immediately understood that it got very embarrassing. The journey was around one hour long, and all the way I could not look at other passengers as I felt so shy.
Cannabis enables nonmusicians to know a little about what it is like to be a musician, and nonartists to grasp the joys of art. But I am neither an artist nor a musician. What about my own scientific work? While I find a curious disinclination to think of my professional concerns when high – the attractive intellectual adventures always seem to be in every other area – I have made a conscious effort to think of a few particularly difficult current problems in my field when high. It works, at least to a degree. I find I can bring to bear, for example, a range of relevant experimental facts which appear to be mutually inconsistent. So far, so good. At least the recall works. Then in trying to conceive of a way of reconciling the disparate facts, I was able to come up with a very bizarre possibility, one that I’m sure I would never have thought of down. I’ve written a paper which mentions this idea in passing. I think it’s very unlikely to be true, but it has consequences which are experimentally testable, which is the hallmark of an acceptable theory.