I'm a toilet.
So are you.
I have this comparison playing around in my head. Sometimes, it makes so much sense, it stinks up my peace. A friend of mine once said that one's bathroom was their second chapel. So true. You're finally relieved and VERY happy. I vaguely remember reading a newspaper article that talked about a study which said that most people find their bathrooms relaxing. And why not?
Consider a bathroom. It's attached to your room. It's solely yours. You're not bored no matter how long you're in there, sitting on the loo, staring at a blue tiled wall in front of you, counting the fishies on it (like I do!). Day-dreams, random lyrics, bits of poetry surface within the comforts of your little bubble. It's your bathroom. YOUR space.
Now, consider a bathroom in your house. One that you share with your family. You walk in and the floor is wet. You sit down and you stare at someone else's towel on the hook. Not two seconds after you settle in, your brother asks for his toothbrush. Before you know it, someone's yelling at you to get the hell out.
Shift focus to the college bathroom. Yes, the one you don't sit on. The one that stinks. The one you can't wait to get out of. The one that has a long queue outside. The one you hate for being so used.
Now let's take a look at the most popular toilet in the country. The one that unites us in spite of the diversity. The Great Indian Public Toilet. Not only do you not want to be inside one, you refuse even to walk anywhere next to it. You would rather risk your life by getting through in between two BMTC buses but you wouldn't go a mile around the public toilet. Bloody over-used stinker of a place, huh?
Now, how is it that we are toilets, you ask?
You let one person inside, he is happy, you are at your cleanest.
Couple of break-ups later, everyone has an issue. The watery remains of your history and the imminent arrival of a rival constantly irks the one in you.
If you're open to all of the campus, God help you buy a Domex manufacturing unit.
But there is no redemption for the public toilet. None.
So are you.
I have this comparison playing around in my head. Sometimes, it makes so much sense, it stinks up my peace. A friend of mine once said that one's bathroom was their second chapel. So true. You're finally relieved and VERY happy. I vaguely remember reading a newspaper article that talked about a study which said that most people find their bathrooms relaxing. And why not?
Consider a bathroom. It's attached to your room. It's solely yours. You're not bored no matter how long you're in there, sitting on the loo, staring at a blue tiled wall in front of you, counting the fishies on it (like I do!). Day-dreams, random lyrics, bits of poetry surface within the comforts of your little bubble. It's your bathroom. YOUR space.
Now, consider a bathroom in your house. One that you share with your family. You walk in and the floor is wet. You sit down and you stare at someone else's towel on the hook. Not two seconds after you settle in, your brother asks for his toothbrush. Before you know it, someone's yelling at you to get the hell out.
Shift focus to the college bathroom. Yes, the one you don't sit on. The one that stinks. The one you can't wait to get out of. The one that has a long queue outside. The one you hate for being so used.
Now let's take a look at the most popular toilet in the country. The one that unites us in spite of the diversity. The Great Indian Public Toilet. Not only do you not want to be inside one, you refuse even to walk anywhere next to it. You would rather risk your life by getting through in between two BMTC buses but you wouldn't go a mile around the public toilet. Bloody over-used stinker of a place, huh?
Now, how is it that we are toilets, you ask?
You let one person inside, he is happy, you are at your cleanest.
Couple of break-ups later, everyone has an issue. The watery remains of your history and the imminent arrival of a rival constantly irks the one in you.
If you're open to all of the campus, God help you buy a Domex manufacturing unit.
But there is no redemption for the public toilet. None.
