Smoking….I had different views @ smokin @ different phases in life…..during early 15′…I used to hate it…coz it used to generate some nauseatic feelin in me….in 20′…I used to hate smokers….it was very diffcult for me to accept the fact that knowing all the harms it might cause why ppl njoy soakin their precious body parts in this hazardous smoke….n now here I am….crossing 25…celebration of silver jubilee of life….n ‘m very much fascinated by this act…act of smokin….so many ppl do it….n they do njoy…there must be some exotic feeling linked with this experience….
I wanted to try it out…to know…to understand…to feel…again some imagination….perfect plot I feel for smokin must be….when its raining outside….u in a bit nostalgic mood…well actually there cld be diff moods which suits in this situation…with cuppa coffee in hand…sittin in balcony….ocean or ne form of water for that matter in front of u….noones around….u…memories….thoughts….dreams….n ya to add flavor…intense piece of ne musical instrument…no lyrics…pure instrumental….either guitar o sax….dunno much @ instruments….n then one should smoke….indulge oneself in that misty feeling….perfect…..
So that was my dream plot for smokin experience…a week back…we ‘ve been to Atlantic City…its mini Vegas….so after playing n losing a bit….we went for a walk on beach side…it was incredible….imagine….starry night…temperature may be -2/3degree celcius…u walkin on beach….though u cannot see the virginal white sand but u can feel the softness…the comfort of that sand….the strange warmth of it in the shivering cold….roaring sound of waves of unfathomable….boundless n never-ending Atlantic Ocean in front of u….Seagulls floating on the rythm of waves…distant ships smoke on the horizon… dat was the moment..dat was d desire….n I just did it….
