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He lights up a cigarette.Inhales slowly. The smoke reaches deep inside him,every nook and corner. It unearths and unwraps: Father’s bashings, mother’s hopes, bitter promises, pointed regrets, sleepy dreams and unpolished genius. An exhale.The puff carries away all those thoughts and horrible memories.  An escape it was, at first and then a habit it became.

P.S- This one is for an old friend who not only refuses to give up the habit of smoking but advocates it too!!



There is a deep and cosmological connection between my birth, my parent's decision to name me what they did, my profession and my education. This brings me to the conclusion that fate is predetermined and like in Hindu mythology, is written by Brahma when someone is born. Example: My name is unique. I did my grads in Psychology. I then did my masters in HR (offshoot of following all the psychos). I then did the ultimate decision of joining an MNC in ............. beat it, BUSINESS DEVELOPMENT. So, I have the concept 'MAD' in my name, my education, my choice of career and all the milestone decisions of my life. Now, is it predetermined or what ? :-D

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