This movie has a great title (ref my previous post on movie titles), and looking at the storyline, might actually be a good movie. I wonder how the Indian Health Minister would react to this title - He was the one who has imposed a new diktat on all TV Channels that any smoking scene on TV should be accompanied with a written health warning below. MTv is in soup for failing to comply, and other who are not, are in soup, trying to comply. When I started smoking, I had just passed the teens (unlike the majority who start early). That time, I was with Cadburys; among my sales officer colleagues, shark-like distributors and street-smart salesmen, I was the youngest and as later events would prove dumbest.
The cigarette then proved a good excuse to be macho, to mix freely with the big boys and was the expression of the freedom. It was an excuse to blow the good money I was makin, and maybe also a culmination of the craving generated by the celluloid heroes - all those men with their guns and their cigarettes. There have been all these frivlous reasons to start, and I am aware of all the numerous good reasons to stop. Yes, ’tis time to stop. Addicted as I am to this roll of paper carring tobacco, it is so goddamn difficult, even to think of stopping this seriously. So, am not thankful, I am Sorry for Smoking. Time to stop now … Ohh, Nana is calling me, let me go have a quick puff and be back in jiffy.
[…] this post is not about the “mistake” of having been to this movie, but about an earlier blog, wherein I may have unwittingly glorified […]