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.