The Art of Smoking by Ms.I don’t know who

Now this post of mine will be met with criticism (I jus hope so) from the non-smoking population particularly women, but I can’t avoid writing this one though. Writing something about smoking will evoke raised eyebrows from all quarters. If something is written against smoking, smokers will find it abnormal and if written in support of it, non-smokers will find it insensible. Worse still, the very mention of women smoking will evoke mixed responses. Now when I mention “Women Smoking” don’t get me wrong cos I didn’t mention it in the chauvinistic sense. Now I am also not writing anything in support of women smoking. There is a certain element of flair/style attached with it though which I must admit I’ve begun to admire over the past 2+ years or so since the day I found a gal smoking in my office premises in Gurgaon. Now folks who r in B’lore or NCR (National Capital Region – Delhi, Gurgaon n Noida) or Mumbai must have seen quite a number of ladies smoking but very few wud hav closely watched lest admired the way they smoke. Now why am I jabbering about all this? It’s like how Simbu’s character says in the movie “Vinnaithaandi Varuvaaya”, “Ulagathula evlo ponnu irundhum nan yen Jessie ah love pannen”. I’d like to draw parallels to that. “Gurgaon la evlo ponnunga dum adichalum nan yen indha ponna mattum notice/admire pannen”. Crazy when I think abt it but thats how life is. Now as for the details, there is this very classy woman in my office complex though she is not in my firm. I suppose she is from Convergys or so I heard. Truly classy!!! She knocked me when I bumped into her accidentally one day. I mostly meet her in the basement when I start for lunch from office and she comes to office that time since her shift starts then I guess. I was swept off my feet the first time I happened to get a glimpse of her. Classy, gorgeous, hep, has got THE ATTITUDE (thimiru plainly speaking), formal/western wear n boy she has got gr8 style. Every time I get to my bike in basement my mind wishes for the sound of her stilettos though we jus coincidentally bump into each other sometimes only. She must be in her mid thirties I guess. Now enough of worshipping n back to the crux of it! She smokes (obvious ain’t it) and there is an element of style/class in that. Now if u r thinking if I am that jobless to admire some lady smoking u got me terribly wrong. I’ve seen her smoke whenever I go to the ATM in my office complex or venture out to hav a cup of Chai. Dunno how or why but I actually began admiring the way she smokes. I jus couldn’t stop noticing this. I don’t approve of the idea of women smoking but I’m slipping in this case. I was once admiring her smoking style and then I’ve admired it a few more times. Wow! The way she lights it, the way she takes a puff n the way she flicks the butt (I meant the cigarette butt). Coquettish!!! One single word which would describe it perfectly. Wonderstruck is how I was/am n will be. Forget about ethics n all moral policing, forget abt ill effects of smoking, forget abt women’s liberation, forget abt women being equal to men in all aspects. Heck! Jus admire the elan with which the tobacco rolled into white paper is treated royally by her. Someone had given a definition for a cigarette as “A piece of paper with fire at one end, fool at another and tobacco inbetween” Well I’d redefine it as a piece of paper with fire at one end (hot) tobacco in the middle (hotter) and one smoking hot lady at the other end (hottest). Frankly if I was Vairamuthu or Vaali I’d be writing verses on how I’d wish to be the cigarette that ends up between her lips. Candid Admission and frank thoughts! Now I’m not admiring this woman in the romantic sense but I’m jus romanticizing her art of smoking n ther is a whale of difference between the two. And if u think what crap I am writing u must see it for real. On seeing it u will if not admire will atleast admit it. Please post your comments whatsoever. To end it I’d repeat the dialogue “Gurgaon la evlo ponnunga dum adichalum nan yen indha ponna mattum notice/admire pannen.” On that note I’d end the post and I continue to admire this classy woman who can teach anyone the art of smoking.

An iComdey: iPod - Wherever I went Music followed

My Blog was kinda dormant for a while. I’d wanted to post often but I don’t find time off from my schedule of going to office, watch a movie a day and hit the sack. Now there was this very funny incident which happened today in office. This is worth a mention and hope u find it funny and hav a laugh. It was abt 1.30PM and time to go for lunch. I go to a South Indian mess abt 5 mins drive from office daily and today was no exception. Before leaving, I went into the washroom to take a piss. While taking a piss, I heard this particular song “Kulicha Kutralam” from the Tail movie Duet. A very good number sung by SPB and composed by the great ARR. Now there was nother guy in the washroom and he kinda started at me n he happened to be a Sardar. Now the song was kinda feeble but I could hear it clearly. Crystal I thought and checked my mobile phone if the song was playing accidentally. But there was nothing playin in my phone and I even checked the speakers and brought the phone close to my ears to see if the song was playing at all. Surprisingly it wasn’t. Now this got me thinking. I was wondering how on earth was I hearing this song and from where was the sound actually coming. Then when I looked down, the sound kinda seemed to come from the Urinal outlet. I was taken aback and was staring at the outlet for a moment. Was this magic or was I imagining things or was my mind playing games with me. Just imagine, he news of songs coming out of a Urinal Outlet will make if not international atleast national headlines. The Sardar had left the washroom and wondering about this peculiar thing, I walked towards the elevators to reach the basement. I saw the Sardar taking nother elevator and he had an iPod in his hand and earphones plugged to his ears. Whoa!!! A sardar listening to a Tamil song! Wow! Now I figured that he must have been listening to music when inside the washroom and probably at full volume I could hear the sound from nearby. Thinking that this was the reason for the song I heard, I entered the elevator. Now comes the surprise. The Sardar had taken a different elevator and I had taken a different elevator but still music was playing and this time it was a different song “En Kadhale” from Duet and a beautiful number as well. First it was Kulicha Kutralam from the Urinal Outlet and now En Kadhale in the elevator. Puzzled, I checked my mobile phone again but no sound from it. Was my mind really playing games with me or was I crazy to imagine things again. When I was wondering how a different song was playing inside the elevator, I checked my trouser pocket and my iPod was in it. I normally switch off my iPod when not listening to music and keep it in the Lock mode so as to avoid it getting switched on accidentally. But this time, I had forgot to set it in Lock mode and it had got switched on accidentally and from the playlist the Kulicha Kutralam song was first playing in the washroom and the next song in the playlist being En Kadhale was the one playing when inside the elevator. I realized what a fool I was to imagine if my mind was playing games with me when in reality it was actually my iPod which was playing games with me and I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. I came back from lunch and I told my team this funny incident and they all had a hearty laugh. Very funny when I think of it even now and how I had made an ass outta myself.