A friend of Mine

Be it the ban on smoking at public places or increase in the tax levied, why do all the moves target our elite fraternity of smokers only. To hell with all, no-one can deter me, as for some it may be a hobby and a habit for few others but for me it’s a passion.” Will’s Navy Cut” that’s my brand. I know we are made for each other. After a day’s long schedule that puff of smoke is the one that brings me the solace of mind .I like it with soft-drinks, I love it with hard drinks, it backs me up when I fight against my dispirited loneliness. It accompanies me when I rejoice at a friend’s birthday party. It’s my stress reliever, it’s my pressure builder, a true friend by all means. The smoke of the 74 mm fag seems to defy all the laws of gravity. It fills me with great pride when I realize that I am a part of this promising industry which provides employment to trillions and supports Indian economy with its behemoth revenue. They say “Passive smoking is more dangerous than active smoking”, then why go for passive when the same health conditions are discounted on active one. If all the people quit smoking then average age of a man will increase, resulting in a grave food scarcity. Given all its philanthropy the statutory warning should be re-written as “SMOKING IS JUDICIOUS TO HEALTH”.
This was a lopsided view of world from the spectacles of my friend Ranvijay (name changed). Ranvijay is a 6’ tall stud, who precisely knows what he has to achieve in his life. He is just 27 and a successful project manager in a software firm in Bangalore. He is a bachelor and cynosure in his friends group. He is also seeing a girl residing in his apartment.
Doesn’t that sound like a happy ending story? If yes, then the author has succeeded in setting the first impression he intended to. Is that what Ranvijay really believed in or is that what he was pretending of? Are there some veiled curtains in this debonair’s life? Let’s try and find it out.
Ranvijay is at the last stage of lung cancer. A well reputed medical hospital has refused to diagnose him. His mother can only be seen sobbing subconsciously waiting for his son’s end. His father is looking for some other means of employment after his retirement. The girl Ranvijay loved most has ditched him. On his friends gatherings it is hard to find a distant sign of smile. He is not as much upset with his disease as he is with his loved one’s grief. However, he pretends to obscure the truth of his numbered days with a smiling face. In his playlist, which used to home all latest releases, only one song is audible……

“Main Zindagi ka Sath Nibahata Chala Gaya,Har Fikr ko Dhuein Mein udata Chala Gaya....”

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