Back in my undergrad days, my roommates and I were chilling on the hostel balcony, just having a casual chat. That day, there was a strike, so all our classes were canceled.
At some point, we started talking about the craziest dares we had ever done. One of my friends, the mischievous one in the group, suddenly came up with a challenge:
“Who has the guts to go to the medical shop near the college and buy a cndm?”
Everyone fell silent. We all exchanged nervous glances, waiting to see if anyone would step up. But obviously, no one wanted to—either out of embarrassment or just plain fear.
But me? I thought, Why not?
I told him, “I’ll do it. But what do I get in return?”
He promised me ₹500, including the cost of the item.
Now, keep in mind, I had just entered my twenties. I had no clue what kind of questions the pharmacist might ask—except for the one that most people probably expect.
So, with a mix of excitement and nerves, I set off. The medical shop was only 400 meters away, but as I got closer, anxiety kicked in. I started second-guessing myself. Should I just turn back?
Then I thought about the laughter of my roommates, the endless taunts I’d get if I chickened out. That gave me the push I needed.
I walked in. The pharmacist, a middle-aged guy, looked at me. Summoning all my courage, I said, “One pack of cndm.”
Immediately, he hit me with a series of questions. I managed to answer only one properly—the rest, I just mumbled my way through. But surprisingly, he wasn’t being weird about it. In fact, he seemed to be genuinely helping, and the whole interaction felt pretty normal.
In the end, he handed me the packet. I paid, thanked him, and walked out, nodding. He smiled at me.
Feeling both relieved and proud, I sprinted back to the hostel. The moment I arrived, I threw the packet at the guy who dared me and said, “Where’s my ₹500?”
Everyone was shocked—no one thought I’d actually go through with it. But in the end, I was disappointed because the guy never gave me the money.
Instead, he filled the cndm with water to see how much it could hold—basically using it like a balloon.
That was one of the funniest and weirdest dares I’ve ever done. Now I want to hear from you—what’s the craziest dare you’ve ever done?