its CIG(nificant)

‘A cigarette in my hand, I felt like a man’

The air which is empty needs the fog of smells and the gift of an aura. Something that the lips can do best use of, except kissing, talking and smiling…its smoking.

Just think what this relief buster can do to your empty surrounded environment? The smoker zones are so entertaining; they have the fragrance and the ability to keep the non smoking losers, quite away from having the privilege to kiss this kind air…

Cigarette is made of tobacco, a human invented substance that likes getting sucked. A filter to your tender lips, calmness to your lazy lungs and a heaven to your unstable mind.

I wonder how it manages to be successful all the time and throughout. Does it have a theory of rebirth? Well, humans do have it, but the curiosity of this air is outstanding to all those smoke lovers outside gate.

Cigarette kills…but how? Does it ask your mouth to suck it or does it pay you for getting sucked?

Why hate it? Why not love it?
Why not hate the ones who exploit it and try to finish its existence through their lip-locking trends towards this poor ash creator.

Man discovered fire, to burn down and enlighten things. Cigarette gets burned too but it’s still very infamous with its enlightenment coz of its dark values. I wish I had a cigarette factory on my own name. I could smoke one puff each before sending them to the market with a QC for its awaiting lovers.

The spectacular clone of this paper fire has ignited so many loners and achievers. One puff and you can live a brain in you.

The best of actors have taken it as the instrument of support for their dialogue delivery and for giving existence to their sole character.

For all the non smokers, did you ever thought why your irritation towards cigarette addicters is high? Are you people jealous or is it that even you feel, it kills?

Think about what it kills at the moment its users want to live it, also what you can get by hating it when it does not hate you and just trying to secure a cushion to make it sit and let you roll your anxieties and non verbal breakthroughs.

Why cigarette? Aren’t there a captivating amount of calamities and terrorism waiting to kill you? Aren’t there rats in human skins trying a strategy to blow your happy membership to the world through attacks?

You say it’s a slow poison, but in what way? Is it because science discovered that it causes cancer at saturation of body parts giving up the battle of functioning ever since they had the exploited resource of this magic stick?

Come on, grow up…
The enmity to the word ‘cigarette won’t be a solution. The makers even write it on their cover, as a demerit of it, a kill-symbol.

What I feel and what I believe is the very option that made people to have it. It’s the CHOICE…if you choose to buy a green shirt, will not mean that the red, yellow or blue shirts are bad, but because the availability of choice made it so.

Then whether or not you think it kills you, be aware that its your choice and also not your choice to make it someone else’s choice. I won’t blame the smoke but the smokers for playing their ‘bad guy’ role so well to the undisputed society.

But the most important of them would be the surveillance of that unhygienic and undesirable pollution that a non smoker could face for the cost of his mask. He may feel terrible sitting by the side of a smoker.

All I am suggesting is, let them get some air for their imposing interest towards the non-violent lung-disaster object, not because of the cigarette but as the cigarette holder.

Don’t hate something that others love doing, until you feel that it is making them do it and making you not to be done by them.

Finally let’s be law abiding smokers and stick to the stick, not as an enemy to it but as a true friend to something that makes you breathe it, whether poison for hygienic-health-seeking-non-smoker or an antidote of exhalance for the confined-soon-to-lose-lungs-smoker.

Its just the CHOICE that will make it’s way to the fog as heaven on earth or the earth in hell…


Thank you for smoking…