One of the hardest things about readjusting to life in Bangalore is dealing with the fact that it’s become ONE BIG CHIMNEY.
As a nonsmoker, I have to spend most of my time choking on secondhand smoke in cafes and bars (most of which don’t strictly enforce the “no smoking indoors” rule).
Oh, and it’s also fun when I have to censor all my excited dance moves at concerts and clubs to avoid getting burnt by surrounding cigarettes.
Just fan fuckin’ tastic.
I’m getting real tired of this shit. K.
Disclaimer: To avoid sounding like a total hypocrite, I will admit I used to smoke. But over the course of college, I’ve quit cigarettes and hookahs completely.
This is not to sound holier than thou, I know a LOT of people use smoking as a crutch, and the culture here is definitely quite accepting of the practice. But I always had the courtesy to not subject people to my secondhand smoke, particularly indoors, and I think it’s something everyone should keep in mind. If you’re old enough to smoke, you’re old enough to employ some common courtesy- and common sense.
Seriously people, this city is polluted enough without your help.