Skip to main content

Cigarrettes leave it enjoy


A small cloud of smoke surrounded me last day in the bus.I got choked and finally was relieved after several bouts of severe coughing.
I realized it was just that a man sitting beside me had excreted his cigarette's unabsorbed waste products.I was quite amazed to find people smoking with so much frolic and thinking it to be a symbol of charisma .They seem absolutely oblivious about it's ill effects .Though practically all efforts to stop smoking has been in vain new efforts are made every single day.The main problem is that people who smoke not only harm or practically murder their lungs also have a great hand in stabbing or injuring others lungs by passive smoking.The banning of cigarettes in Bollywwood Industry has been put forward by the government so that nobody imitates or tries to take the example of film stars.But modern day youth believes in setting examples rather than following pre-existing ones.Cancers can be kept at bay, Asthma literally wiped out,heart diseases can be said "bye bye",only by quitting smoking.So there is no question of smoking unless someone has a desire to die a painful life.
However for people who would still smoke or just ignore my advice or might even think that I am mad to speak about such sacrifices.I have one small little request,that is whenever they feel like slow poisoning themselves tey are welcome(after all its their lives)but if they allow the better half of the society to be safe from their toxic intake it might even make them lucky and tey might even escape the Wrath of Tobacco.However if they still play on their luck it might be that the day their luck runs out is not very far from them......

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Beche Thakar Gaan

A Different Feel by Osibek Pal on Thursday, March 31, 2011 at 2:50pm  To, Manimanjari Sengupta THIS IS NOT A TRANSLATION OR AN INTERPRETATION OF THE SONG, ITS THE ENGLISH VERSION , OF " BECHE THAKAR GAAN" ORIGINAL VERSION BY ANUPAM ROY, WRITTEN IN THE SAME THEME, HOWEVER THERE ARE SOME OBVIOUS DIFFERENCES IN THOUGHT, FOR THE SAKE OF RHYME SCHEME, LET ME KNOW HOW YOU LIKE THIS VERSION...   Force me to forget a paintbrush..  And learn just light and dark..   Remember ,I wont comply...  Wont Pragmatise life, if you ask...     Banish me from your life's tell tale...  I wouldn't complain.... But ask me to justify my love...   I wouldn't , not if I am slain..     Cause, I have seen it all, known it all...  Quick sand, is not just for the beaches...  It has drained life, breath, blood and love,  let alone petty riches..     Cause, I have seen it all, known it all, ti...

Just forget It!

Yippee! I have seemingly discovered one more truth about life..You might just say...hey this boy is crazy..how come he realises something everyday...But its not that..it just a self realisation that i quite excited about... I have been officially warned a large number of times to control my over exuberant side..remember writing 5oo lines on an occasion in school for being over enthusiastic...but ever since I have learnt to do it in a wiser way..or So as i call it... Now coming back to the point...As I said i have realised something.... Now i need to give a situation.... Its about a someone...who notices nothing in a mirror but himself...Of couse one would say..what else do you see in a mirror...But i have realised that there are many things that one can actually see, in the mirror... Its no more of "Mirror mirror on The Wall...Who is most Beautiful of them all" but its more of the transition that man or woman has over age.... How different a man or woman can become with every...

Untiled

It all started in Presidency College. The first kiss,  the first bout of anger,  the first getting wet in the rain. Shreya and Srijan loved what they had. They loved being in love,  cuddly, cosy and always into each other.  They were the sort,  who were outcasted from society due to their "coupletiness" . They existed in a world segregated from friends,  family. They were mesmerised by each other,  in a sense they started living in a virtual world that they created, until one day when Srijan went abroad. He realised the potential of being alone,  of creating for himself,  for the joy which he didn't know could come from sheer self indulgence. He realised the matters if the heart blunts the brain, cripples it,  makes it focus on things which need lesser attention. He realised that the relationship though beautiful was a hindrance. He realised that the world is a vast place and "perfect" can't lie within one.... Years went by and t...