"Kick the Bud"

  

"Kick the Bud" had always been resounding in my ears at least for couple of years until I actually kicked it one day. But let me tell you, if you are thinking that, all this wouldn't have been so easy for me, then you are wrong. Actually it was really difficult until I heard my inner voice and understood the deeper meaning to it. I thought, I would pen down this event for those who feel helpless at the hands of this burning stick, when it comes to quitting it. Quitting cigarette is actually so easy that I almost left many times, but picking it back was even easier, one small trigger in work load or a smallest emotional surge were more than enough to route me back on same track. Even though  deep within me, I did't want to go back to same nicotine stink, but the weakest side of me was so strong at that point in time, that I always surrendered at the hands of smoke. One day  when I was teaching Mathematics to  my son and he had made some silly mistake, I gave him a "Dhaap" on the back and gave him another similar question to solve, to see if he had actually understood the concept I had taught him, not knowing that he was going to teach me a lesson for life. While he was busy solving, I went out in the winter night to have a fag, so called to relieve myself. When I came back, I found he had solved it perfectly right, embracing him I gave a pat on his back. On the contrary I noticed his eyes were moist and in a husky voice he said "papa can I ask you some thing ?" I said "what ?". He gave a pause, may be he was thinking weather he should ask me or not , but he said, " I made a mistake you  slapped me?,  but what you just did outside in the garden, was also not right". I could understand what was he hinting at, skirting the conversation, I told him to concentrate on Maths. But for this little question of my son, I had no answer, except for guilt in my conscience. I pondered over night and there were too many thoughts in my mind, I thought, like always, once again I would quit and resume it the very next day, but how long will I keep getting defeated by my weaker side. I decided that I am going to call it a war against cigarettes and  this time, its going to be for my son. That emotional thought within me and I tagged it with a purpose, were enough to give me strength. It was that day 19 Nov 2015 and today, since then, I haven't touched or even thought of  touching it. It was all this easy, it took almost twenty years and a 10 year old son to make me understand that "kicking the bud" was not at all difficult, we just need to tag it with a sincere purpose close to our heart and mind. And let me assure all the smokers  who want to quit, that this is easy, you are just short of a sincere thought. This was my story and you will have yours, provided you find your true purpose to quit it.