LAST CIGARETTE

You never know which your last cigarette is but I am writing this on my conscience's will power that one in my hand would be my last.
Life will give me many chances but it’s on me how I'll take them .
It desolates you, kills you, burns your lungs, blackens your teeth but still I like it .The only thing which reaches my mind with this minimum amount of effort.It touches me, gives me the "Tatvamasi" feeling.
But other part of my brain says you have to leave it not for yourselves but for others who depend on you .

It abducts your consciousness, the red firefly, smiling with burns on body .It rises up in your head flows in  your veins and get transformed into your actions .
I want to leave it but my oscillating consciousness doesn't allow me to do so .
My sleeping veins wake up when these drags reach my head and my poor hand writing is witnessing it .
Are you with me? I asked my consciousness.
"Yes i am there for you ".it answered
But why are you dancing??
"Because you gave me a puff ".it answered .
It feels nice when you talk to yourselves. Can meditation provide this? I don't know.

I have a pic of Salman Rushdie on my desktop in which he is holding a cigarette and even Shahrukh smokes .Is it necessary to be a smoker to be on top ?
I almost shouted this question and this question jumped to the world but nobody was there to answer.Perhaps this loneliness forces you to smoke and you keep on smoking even when people are around you, to be loyal with your friend who was with you when you were alone .
Why I am trying to leave smoking when I know that I can’t. It’s a battle and in this  deserted battlefield I can see only myself standing on the other side. 

I don't know who will win tobacco wrapped in a paper  or life but what I know is that I am always playing with life burning it ,dipping it sometimes into ice sometimes sipping it with cold drink and sometimes with soda  .You know me for what i did not for what I drank or puffed. Conscience smiles again .

 

My teacher once said "Life is a tragedy for those who feel and comedy for those who think.”I am confused I can do both. First I think about my love and then start feeling it .Feeling is always wrapped in thinking and you take drags of it .Huh….. cigarette again becomes metaphor of life. Now I smile with my complete existence .

While comparing Life with Cigarette another quote rushes through my mind this one is from a video made by an IITian . My two year stay in  this college gave me another habit ,habit of copying things from IIT and then releasing their poor improvised versions . It said something like this " Life is like a puff of smoke , it comes from nowhere and goes into nowhere , all you can do is rise as high with it as possible and then disappear..."

 

In the end I just want to say if life is a cigarette then always take drag of your life as hard as you can before anyone asks for it.

Interesting Fact :-Article is Dedicated to all my friends who smoke and you may be surprised to know that  i don't a smoke .I wrote this article in my hostel room and major part is fiction .Reason behind writing was  to test that how my friends feel when I say them to leave smoking .

Statutory warning : Smoking is injurious to health .