This is the third
installment on smoking, that too when it’s been a month I haven’t had my ciggu.
We all know that smoking is
injurious to health but recently I learnt that it is injurious to heart as
well, when I became the delightful victim of two incidents.
Two incidents of different
attitude but of equal magnitude.
Recently, in a winter
night, that too at an odd hour I was surprised with a packet of cigarette; (Smokers mind the importance of it in
winters) by a non-smoker friend. Honestly I already gave up the thought of
smoking since I realized that all the paan waalas must be dreaming but on this instance
I was taken aback. I never thought about it, it was completely unexpected, he
called it an extra mile, I referred to it as an injury to the heart.
We do come across lot of gestures
/ moments that touch our hearts, but this incident injured my heart … probably
more than the effect of smoking. I never realized about this side effect of
smoking.
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Sharing, a concept taught
at all possible walks of life, will get a different meaning when you share a
cigarette with a female …. Mind it, with a beautiful female.
कई साल पहले सुना था की एक नशे पर दूसरा नशा नहीं करना चाहिए, मतलब उस दिन समझ आया |I
एक आतिश जमाल हसीना और उस पर cigarette, दोहरा नशा
तो होना ही था |I
I must have shared it with
countless people, but I learnt the pleasure of sharing that day only.
The lip balm was more
injurious than any nicotine manufactured till date. I have ruled the world so
many times holding the cigarette in between the fingers, but that very
cigarette made me weakest person on earth. I have seen lip balm with vitamin E;
this was vitamin P.
Though somehow I managed to
live after the deadly attack of that lip balm, next day I was succumbed to
death, with that puff, the red lipstick on the butt, which is usually the
discarded part appeared to be the most valuable. I always liked that filter;
today that bloody red filter was causing injury to my heart.
