The numerous advantages of using an English commode for your morning ritual are well understood by the urban, and maybe rural elite, who have enjoyed the dual experience of graduating from a basic Indian toilet to the former. The posture one is seated in makes it possible to undertake multiple tasks while pooping (pardon my choice of words). Right from reading your dailies, to skimming through the headlines to be greeted by Delhi Times, or maybe completing that one reading before your 9 o’clock class, the English seat makes it all possible.
My hostel doesn’t provide us with much choice; therefore I always try and use the loo in my Centre. Instead of the papers or magazines, I usually settle for my blackberry. My fellow hostel-mates don’t seem too disappointed though. I have a sinking feeling that they prefer it this way. Every morning as I strut towards the loo in my semi-conscious state, I sometimes find girls waiting in line for the most important chore of the day. Now you understand why I prefer the privilege of spontaneity that my Centre has to offer. A while back I made a quick trip to the loo to find all four options occupied. One of them was speaking to her boyfriend while doing the deed, another was happily crooning songs playing in the local fm. Wow, I thought. I have always admired the Indian spirit with regard to how well we manage to adapt to any given situation. I couldn’t help imagine those girls squatting in the 8x3 ft holes multi-tasking, all in good time.
Health. Hygiene. Sanitation. Standards. One thing is for sure, I won’t be touching any mobile phones anytime soon except mine!
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