
'Quitter's Inc' is one among the triumvirate of stories that constituted Stephen King's 'Cat's Eye', a Hollywood movie released in the mid '80s. Indisputably the entire movie along with the stories comprising it solely belongs to the genre of horror. Nothing of that sort can be said of 'No smoking' despite the fact that it follows the theme of 'Quitter's Inc'. While sticking to the thread of the original story, director Anurag Kashyap instills a taste of India to the whole concept by bringing in elements of aatma, ishwar, nashwar etc in 'No Smoking'. This laborious effort is comparable to what Rakesh Mehra took for his debut movie 'Aks', where it ended up as an inconsequential blend of Hollywood and Indian mythology.
However none of these factors standout in this directorial venture of Anurag Kashyap as much as the Kafkaesque dramatization that he has unabashedly used in his movie. Franz Kafka, one of the most successful writers of the past century, is known to literature aficionados for his ordinary characters that are forced to deal with trying situations which often blurs the division between the real and the imaginary. Even while being incomprehensible to the linear way of our thought, the sufferings that his protagonists have to undergo on those occasions are recognizable as an offshoot of totalitarianism that was prevalent in the twentieth century. Incidentally, no such hints can be deciphered from Kashyap’s movie despite his claim that ‘No Smoking’ is his struggle against the rule by decree that a few bigwigs have imposed on Bollywood. Sure enough, it is no secret that the industry is driven by a few Chopras or Johars or Khans who not only have set a few templates on how any movie should be made but also enjoy the privilege of having a final say in matters concerning Bollywood.
In the movie ‘No Smoking’, the leading character K (yet another ode to Kafka), played by John Abraham is subjected to physical and mental torture of varying degrees simply because he consults a rehabilitation center to curb his smoking. The insistence of his wife and his friends forces K, who is already aware of his hallucinations that comes to him whenever he spends time in his bathtub, to look out for a mystical ‘baba’ and his rehab called ‘prayogshala’ in the middle of a slum in Mumbai. What follows is a series of sequences with an unhealthy mix of reality and fantasy always brinking on the edge of irrationality and absurdity which leaves the audience baffled to a great extend.
The question is, what is the point in releasing such a movie to the public if the filmmaker already knew that the audience will be unable to comprehend what he is trying to convey? If he wanted to say that the system which governs the society would separate one’s ‘aatma’ from him and destroy it for incorporating him to their world, he should have portrayed it without a large number of dreamlike sequences and an unnecessary attempt at bizarre jokes. But, what we get to see is a disoriented and confusing collection of sequences which could have made a statement had they been crafted on a lighter note.





