Chapter D: Vendetta opines
I believe that girls are strange. Since I
belong to the same species, I will not rule out the possibility that I may be
queer too.
I say this because of two particular girls in
my mind right now. Miss Rihanna and Miss Petunia. In increasing order of bafflement they
arouse in me. No, that’s strange.I wasn't thinking about these two. Actually I
had two boys in my mind whom I associate with the aforementioned girls. Both
these males smoke. Mr. Adam updates facebook statuses which read: “Marijuana
should be legalised”. R always makes it a point to frown and speak as
abominably about A’s tobacco habits as best she can. Mr. Drake apparently told P
about his sad story of lost father, not so sophisticated background and his
consequent entry into the world of chain smokers. P was once too close to me (a
fact that sometimes embarrasses me; but hey she was my best friend then. This
fact is undeniable and the fun we had together unmatchable. No, she was a crazy
being, determined to pull me down and so, embarrassment is justifiable and
validates the fact that I’m sane after-all.) . She would often confide in that
the only thing she detested about her otherwise perfect boyfriend is smoking.
She hates smokers. Why then she befriended D who cooked up this unfortunate
tale and served it with a pinch of wanton and garnished it with puffs of smoke?
A too has a grievous saga to explain his affinity towards the world of tobacco.
Well, he hasn't shared this saga actually with R but she told me once that his
life back home is tough. Upsetting. Inhuman.
So?
I maintain that there are thousand excuses to
do wrong. Not a single reason. D added in his tale, to gain the sympathetic shoulder,
that he never wanted to smoke. Also he is ever since meaning to quit. If you
have this much insight and are that much willing to correct the incorrect, do
it! A says that he knows that this habit is cancerous but he does not wish to give up the
solace. I say shut up! Along with yourself, you are breeding many innocent and
imbecile passive smokers. To these two pretty ladies, I can only grimace. One
had been my best friend earlier, the other still earlier. Both these missies
have all the brains in the world. In comparison to me, I mean. If they are so
good at academics and daily chores, respectively, why cannot they acknowledge the
simple fact that befriending a wrong-doer makes them abettors too? They are
committing the sin of tolerating tobacco. Strange I call them. Not senseless
though. R and P do know that smoking is bad and sad stories are bull-shit. They aren't senseless. Only strange ,by remaining nonchalant to this tobacco thing.
