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ROME! STILL FAR AWAY...


Reuters reported from Rome,
"A stunned Italian actor had to stub out the cigarette he had lit up on stage after a spectator complained, forcing the theater to change the script of an Arthur Miller play to make it smoke-free...After a 15-minute suspension, the performance resumed with a modified script and a non-smoking protagonist."

The report also said Italy has banned lighting up in all enclosed public places since January this year.

Just reminded me of the odd scene that arrised the day before when I suggested two of my fellow passengers to stop smoking inside the public bus we were travelling. One of them threw the cigerrate with a polite sorry, but the other, rather young energetic and arrogant defiyed saying I can get down from the bus if I was having problem.

When I reminded him the law that prohibits smoking on public places, there were dozens of his collegemates to laugh at me. " Look who's talking".

I was the only one that have a problem with smoking in the bus packed with not less than thirty people. The policeman sitting next to me suggested I should change my position, out of reach of the cigerrate smoke.

But I reached my destination before I decided on my next move. I got down from the bus, but I am not out of the agony yet...

Comments

Abaniko said…
It's useless having a law and not following it. That policeman with you on the bus was inutile. He deserves to be removed from his duty.
Soumyadip said…
There are laws in place, but never enforced. That's the sad tale of our democracy. Everyone is so self centered to worry about the well being of others.
Rita said…
I know that laws do not make a difference to people like these. But at least, you told the guy were having a problem. People don't do it. They just endure.
aklanta said…
The basic question perhaps is

" Is it because of the preventive laws that we do not do things, that we do not do?"

I have seen people doing certain things just because there are laws that say those are illegal and breaching those gives a different kind of pleasure...
dove said…
Yes, laws are made to be enforced. Unfortunately, only few gets carried over and that's real sad! I guess, that's the kinda society we all have to get used to. Even if it doesn't sound right.
Rita said…
Hi, I can see the name of my blog in your 'Reader's Delight' section. However, it links to some other blog. I am a little confused!
aklanta said…
Sorry rita...I noticed it in the morning and struggling to correct it since than...there's no mistake in the html but do not know why link on the main page leads to Shiv vij's blog...I am refreshing all the links...let's see...
Rita said…
That's ok. Take your time. And thanks :D

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