Kolkata is easily among the places where people smoke the most.
Anyway I took the metro all the way to Park Street last night. Co-Incidentally this area is the place where you shall find everything from the 2o–beedi packet for Rs.4/- to the most expensive cigar for Rs.4000 per piece.
Suddenly I realized I never really smoked before. The devil in me tempted me to do it. I got out of the station (smoking in the subway kills you ..more by the security guard’s lathi than by lung damage)
Hmm ..so I bought a single piece of Wills Classic Milds (unarguably the most commonly smoked fag among the folks in Jokaland) I lighted it, smoked a puff, coughed, got a feeling like someone fired a Diwali rocket into my wind pipe. I threw it away concluding that smoking is not my type !
But the irony … is a clear cut case of herd mentality. As I was lighting that cigarette, many pedestrians joined me in the street corner and lit their own cigarattes. Thus, in spite of me being able to get rid of the smoking-curiosity in me , I ended up playing the devil by inducing so many people to smoke that moment 😦
Am I, the soul less chap, actually feeling guilt ? Naah ..more like objectively depicting an irony.
ps: Episode 5 shall be the last in the series. It is a bit numerical 😛 and depicts the ghost runner’s last Kolkatan ride to the airport