Cigarette
The injurious thing to health is the most wanted thing in the city i live, Bangalore. Guys and gals hang out at the so called hazy hangout places where puffs of double apple and pan masala nurture the lungs leading them to ecstasy. Bangalore, the IT hub can also be called as the smoking hub of India. "Smoking shows professionalism", as stated by one of the smoker engineer, i met at the nukkar. “Dude... seriously?? You don’t smoke??” the reaction of every person who smoked in front of me as I agitated in order avoid the curls of grey coloured poison enter my body. Outside the mammoth buildings of each college out of hundreds of colleges in the city, there are more than hundred smoke shops with a crowd of thousands of fag thirsty students and teachers swarming around. Every college yells “We give you education, we teach you how to lead life and we make smokers out of you.”
Unwantedly i became a part of this smokers group during my first year. This was a result of the multifaceted situation I was into, which I was unable to figure out. Slowly, an excuse of this exile from frustration turned to habit and then need. Its been a while since I have been into relationship with this paper rolled tobacco filtering out into my skinny body. Our relationship like any other has seen many ups and downs. We had several breakups and everytime I ditched it, but It always waits till I have no other place to go. As the upgoing mesh of green goddess moves to the tunes of ‘sutta na mila’, a feeling of ‘sab light hai’ starts prevailing.
Someday, we might break up and let go of each other for the good. Someday I won’t need it. Whatever happens, in the end, I will miss my cigarette, my sutta.
“Oye yaar ye bhi khatm ho gaya, ek aur jala na…!!”
