Bathroom Blunders and Realizations

I think, I think a lot when I'm in bathroom, I think about myself, others , the world, the philosophies, the culture, the truth and the lies when I'm in bathroom. May be I'm a constipative thinker. May be thers no word like "constipative thinker".

Anyways, one such thought crossed my mind yesterday. Yesterday night while I was taking bath ( a very rare event that is ) I noticed that the odonil packet inside the bathroom was not actually opened. Thinking who could have done such a blunder I tore open the plastic cover, kept the odonil inside the case and threw the plastic cover in the near by dust bin. European style closet that is. In a flash I realised the blunder I did, the plastic cover is going to get stuck somewhere in the pipe and the whole flow is going to get jammed. Of course my first thought was to take it out from there...

No . wait.. wait. dont run away from my cubicle.. I dint do that. I came back to senses too soon to be on such a blunder spree.

I live with three of my freescale colleagues. All of them always ready (infact waiting) to tear me up for each and every blunder I do. So the first thing and the best thing I did was to flush the toilet. I flushed it some n number of times till every molecule of the plastic became invisible.
All I was thinking then was how to save my self from the facing those
" Who bloody.. put the plastic sheet inside that toilet...???
Don't you even know this much that it'll get stuck in there..??"

Yes baby, I knew it'll get stuck , I knew it'll jam , but I also knew you would ask this question.
So I flushed it and made sure of two things :

1. Now It is sure going to jam
2. The blame wont be on me coz no one will know the cause of the jam. hehe...

With this satisfaction I continued my once in a fortnight venture of taking bath. Really it is such a painful exercise. May be I got this habit of not taking bath from ranchi.. where in the hostel I used to just take the bucket, mug and towel and then have a walk till the bathroom, once in a while. Just to have a feel of how it is like to go to bath. and then I would return realizing it is not such a pleasent exercise after all.. But still I use to walk in the corridor with bucket, mug and the towel, once in a while.
Just like people who dont like the taste of cigarettes but still would keep one in their lips just to have the feel.
Now don't blame me for not bathing coz if you can't understand the pleasure of smoking, the taste of the NavyCut, I never blame you. Its the same for me with bathing.

But then, there were people in our hostel who never even acknowledged the existence of bathrooms . So "thammil bedham thomman thanne.."

May be extreme pain makes people think, n thats why I'm a bathroom thinker. But yesterday something was running like a deamon (background processes in unix) in the fairly large sized air filled brain of mine. On the rights and the wrongs of things I just did.

My Papa always used to tell me "beta dont run away rom problems, face it bravely"
Well, Papa yo must be a very happy man now. I never run away from problems , I always run into it, searching for them, sniffing for them, and always I face it bravely. But I face it bravely to conceal the problems from others, and not to solve it. and when I'm sure no one will now know about the problem I created, There I sit with the satisfaction and reassurance. The reasuurance that the problem will now surface again but now it'll be a problem for all and not just for me.

With the hope that either the pipe won't jam or my flat mates don't read this,
Here I sit, with the same satisfaction and reassurance, ....