Smile of good for health (Conditions apply)

It may sound rather uncanny but I have to tell u, smile is injurious to health. Give a damn about “It takes 72 muscles to frown and 14 to smile” when there are chances of your muscles thrown away by a mammoth. Well I had the experience of this rather deleterious smile when last week, in our psychology class, we were taught about the ‘good habit’ of smiling and I was listening with rapt attention, literally drinking the words. “There”, I decided, “I will see to it that I make the world happy with my smile”. After the class, I went loitering around the canteen for some refreshments and suddenly I saw my lecturer storming inside the classroom, sparks flying in her eyes. I ran from the canteen, conveniently forgetting about the piece of half samosa in my hand. She looked at me and the samosa as if I had done a sin of showing a porn movie to a five-year old. I smiled apologetically and stuffed the samosa into my mouth. There, I have used the weapon. The magic weapon. But alas! The magic weapon landed me into an “outstanding” student for the rest of the hour. Now, the accursed smile costed me my class. Was there no trick that the mentos ad guy had made to re-enter the class if he committed the crime of smiling???

Well, after that untimely incident, I still stuck to the fact that mistakes do happen and that we need to forget about them. And the secret weapon costed me a lot more than just being an outstanding student. That evening, while I was waiting in the bus stop for my accursed bus, which, I reckon, had almost seemed like the driver had gone for a matinee show of the latest rajnikanth’s movie. And suddenly, I spotted a guy staring at me. I thought that the poor guy has bad eyesight, judging from the horn-rimmed glasses he wore which were as thick as elephant skin. And a wave of sympathy augmented in my heart, as if saying, “Aww! Poor fellow! How sad it must be to put on those glasses and stand in front of the girls’ college”. And I gave a sheepish grin. Just then my bus arrived and boy! I ran like PT Usha along with the rest of the girls standing there. Had I twisted my head to turn back, I would have known that the bespectacled nerd had got inside the bus with me. Suddenly, one of my friends pointed out, “hey isn’t that the guy who was seen at the bus stop?” I was rather reluctant to look coz, well; he wasn’t a Hritik Roshan or Abhishek Bachchan to be looked at and drooled over. Nevertheless, I looked through the corner of my eyes and found him the bus. I slapped my forehead, thinking about the “weapon” I used and I almost felt like kicking myself. And then I thought of using my vituperated word power to the fullest to give him ‘black and blue’ but my cognitive sensibility got better of me. Suddenly a brainstorming idea flashed in my mind. It was the old typical bollywood-ish idea of making-the-guy-lose-himself-in-a supermarket. Thank you bollywood! And after the successful attempts of achieving the impossible, I finally reached home and breathed a sigh of relief. And then, as though enlightened under a peepal tree (like Mr. Buddha), I learnt my lesson—Smile is good for health*
* Conditions apply!