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THE HAZARDS OF SMOKING are no secret these days and many smokers have quit (many have died horrible deaths from it, of course); others would like to quit but find it very hard; many, while continuing to smoke, advise others not to take up this rather strange and addictive practice, but such advice often falls on deaf ears and does not prevent the cigarette companies from recruiting new converts and making vast profits. For reasons hard to fathom, many young people still consider it cool to smoke, and willingly succumb to the pressure of their peers and the seductive cigarette advertisements to ‘light up’.
It was a mistake, I soon realized, not to have taken a bus from Kuala Lumpur to
Ipoh, instead of a share-taxi. True, the bus would also have got held up in K.
L.’s increasingly thick traffic, but would have been air-conditioned, whereas
the taxi I was in, although fitted with air-conditioning, was driven with it off
and the windows down, making it like an oven as we inched forward. I was in the
front with the driver, and two other passengers were in the back. I tried to
tolerate the torrid heat, but was soon wet with sweat, so asked the driver to
turn on the air-conditioner. I didn’t quite catch what he mumbled—something
about waiting until we got clear of the city and reached the highway, or maybe
that it was out of order. Rather than argue, I said nothing more about this,
though I suspected he was trying to economize on fuel—which is something I
agree with, but within limits.
Usually, I will put up with some inconvenience rather than cause a fuss, but
whenever possible, without being too rigid or fanatical about it, I will protest
against smoking, because now, finally, non-smokers have the right to do so and
the law on our side; we’ve got the smokers on the run, and should not give up
now we’ve got this far, but should follow up on our gains. Until quite recently, smokers held the platform, and non-smokers had no right to complain and had to suffer in silence; but now the tide has turned; the pressure is on, and I, for one, say “Hurrah!”
A judge’s wife—a lady prominent in her society, and used to getting her own
way—came to visit me in a place where I was staying in Malaysia. Almost as
soon as she sat down, she took out a packet of cigarettes and asked if she might
smoke. I replied: “I would prefer it if you didn’t”. She accepted this
without protest and returned the packet to her purse. Someone later expressed
surprise at her acquiescence, saying that no-one had ever dared refuse her
anything. My response was: “Well, she asked, and I told her straight how I
felt, which is my right”. I didn’t tell her not to smoke; nor did I tell her
what I think of smoking; I merely responded to her question honestly. My father was a life-long smoker, both of cigarettes and a pipe, and must have burned away a fortune (fortunately, he was not also a drinker!) I was very pleased when, after suffering several heart-attacks towards the end of his life, he was forced to give up smoking, and told him that I never thought I would see the day his pipe became cold while he was still alive! By that time, the damage has been done, however, and was irreparable; he died of emphysema. Most parents claim that they love their children, but the fact that many parents smoke in close proximity to their young children shows that their love is not very deep and is more self-love—or self-indulgence—than love for their children. These days, no-one can plead ignorance of the mountainous proof that smoking is harmful to health, yet it is not uncommon to see parents smoking while holding little babies!! Is that love, or just gross irresponsibility? Babies are unable to complain about this themselves and demand their rights, so others must do so on their behalf. Here is a report from a Malaysian
newspaper (I neglected to jot down the actual date of the cutting, but it was
sometime in August 1997) on this matter; it is headed: “CHICAGO. At least 6,200
children die each year in the United States because of their parents’ smoking,
killed by such things as lung infections and burns, a study says. If governments did not draw such huge revenues from the tax on tobacco, they would certainly take a stronger stance on this matter, and follow up the evidence of medical science and the high death-and-disability toll caused by smoking, and take more steps to limit the damage done. (I heard—at the time of writing this—that in Germany alone, the annual costs to the nation of the ill-effects of smoking is DM90 billion, and rising! Of course, it is the people themselves who foot the bills, not the government). Singapore, though only a tiny nation, is the leader in this direction, and plans to be the first ‘smoke-free’ country in the world, but the methods it employs to become so might prove counter-productive and produce a backlash; it will be interesting to observe the progress of its program. Several years ago, Singapore banned its citizens from chewing gum there, because—as in other countries—chewing gum was found stuck all over the place—on floors, furniture, carpets, sidewalks, and even on the doors of elevators and trains—creating great problems and expense. Will Singaporeans understand and happily abide by the ban, or will some of them defy it, just to assert themselves and oppose authority, and not from any innate goodness of chewing gum? It remains to be seen. But, in this, and in any other public-spirited measure, the government of Singapore has my full support. The various NO SMOKING signs that are now common place in public places are excellent ways of letting smokers know that their habit is unwelcome, and obviates the need of telling them verbally, which is sometimes embarrassing to both parties. My favorite is the one that says, courteously:
THANK YOU FOR NOT SMOKING.
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