I'm sitting in the smoking room.
I'm the youngest in the room by a few decades. Since when did smoking become a habit of the old?
I feel like an infant in front of all these ancient relics.
Truth be told, i'm fed up of smoking these stupid cherry cigars that i bought at the duty-free shop.
I finally pluck up the courage and offer to exchange one of my cigars, for a full blown Marlboro red with an old lady, who i think is German.
She refuses, with a sweet smile, and gives me the marlboro for free. Now i feel even more like a kid.
Smoking the Marlboro, reading Leo Tolstoy, and occasionally writing interesting snippets in my diary.
The number of people in the room has really increased now. Smoke fills the room, reducing visibility, choking people and bringing tears to every pair of eyes in the room.
One Indian comes in, and then leaves in 5 seconds, leaving his cigarillo in the ashtray, saying the smoke is too much.
"Yahaan pe to sutta jalaane ki zaroorat hi nahin hai", he tells me before leaving. I smile and nod my head, thinking what a pussy he is.
As the Marlboro comes to an end, i regret not having bought the carton. Anyway, it's too late now.
In the plane:
As i watch this crappy plane safety video, i remember Tyler's theory in Fight Club, where he says that they have oxygen masks in planes because oxygen gets you high, so that everyone is calm during any catastrophies.
The girl in this animated cartoon also looks wayyy too happy for someone who's about to jump from a plane into the water. By the way, what happened to her son who was with her in the previous video? Abandoned during crisis? snigger
Something in the planeis making me giggly. perhaps its the difference in air pressure?
heehee.. can't seem to stop giggling.
The Sardar sitting next to me is giving me weird looks.
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