Toilet Visits

I hope you enjoyed my last blog post and finely my persons appreciated me  and maybe a few would be who didn't even open the link. And to save myself I used the word 'Hope' in the beginning. But okay leaving it away.

I would like to tell you all my last blog contained approx 1100 words . According to an average typing speed on a mobile phone , I could effectively write 35 words per minute. So , it took my approx 30 minutes of a 24-hour day which either could be invested into learning some cooking skills or just wasted for the show which I would be watching with my siblings; idk why?

But there is a catch regarding both the work I was doing and the place where I was doing. I was in my toilet. 

Sitting on my toilet seat, without any reasonable cost , I was interpreting my personal and other's perspectives which I come across everytime I feel hopeless.

I get innumerable concepts how I have presented myself to world (not being nice every time) and how world has presented back (not being rude and exposed every time).

I many a times believe either world can exist without assualts, murders, rapes, domestic violences, hunting, molestation , depressions , economic repressions , downfalls, fears, poltical instabilities , mobile addictions , bad temperaments, cold and civil wars, invasions, raggings, 

extreme weight gains and losses, lender-tenant issues, even I can't use word 'etc' to finish my mouth. 

While imagining such a boring-beautiful-badass-beloving world, I suddenly remember it has been more than 30 minutes being on toilet seat and I rush back to my room. 

Now after listening my toilet-visit tale ,you must be thinking about yours .

Imagining yourself in your secondary school ; being a teen ; being harassed verbally or ; being body-shamed or ; being a badly hair-raised or ; being criticized about simplicity or ; being low academic performer or , being despotic personality for others or ; being an subtle human for others or ; being a boy with less finances at home or ; being a child of aged and  illiterate parents or ; being a child whose mother/father has left long ago or ; being vibrant colored or ; being a friend of someone who hates and insults you still you call him/her friend as you don't have other friend , you want to cry when you see others flourishing and glorifying in the eyes of teachers , staff and other senior students, not merely you aren't like them, just blaming for why me ?

You rush towards toilet alone and cry there aloud (sorry silently) as everyone again will judge you what you didn't accept of yourself.

You appreciate your school toilet for being there whenever you needed it most to share company alone.

Imagining yourself into a long conflict between your mumma and papa ; being helpless and hopeless ; where being an Indian children you can't demand them to shut up , or just take some one's side because you're always taught to respect relations or ; being in situation in your school where you somehow learned to smile and are enjoying lunch and other breaks with your possibly good friends but suddenly you remember you've to go home or nowadays a special-oriented hell for you after a few hours. You would be coping with the same pain.

Nobody arrived bus stop to pick you. Anyhow you managed to pass evening but,

Dinner is ready but not yummy today . Mumma is crying in her room and dad is unnecessarily watching news with loud volume in drawing room , you in the courtyard , intermediately, can't leave this disgust in continuation , your younger brother/sister is playing with ball unaware of world's violence and insecurities. You can't take help and give help. You can't even approach towards dinner because family isn't family then. And hence dinner isn't yummy today.

You again rush to toilet and alone and cry aloud (sorry silently) as your parents don't recognise you are affecting badly .

You appreciate your toilet for being there whenever you needed it the most to share company alongwith the pain you're carrying within.

Imagining yourself in scenario of your job, being inexperienced ; being far away from your home or ; being on one end of long bridge with your mother's love and extra roti on another end or ; being in very haste to invest money but you don't know where to or ; being attracted to other opposite gender co-workers with whom you can't get involved in or  ; being very friendless or ; being less thoughtfull than ever or ; being on a universal tour alone without any spaceship and other necessities used there or ; being pissed off in between the unruly past, blurred present and unpredictable future or ; being financially dependent but not financially responsible or ; being crazy about taking half an hour more sleep before office or ; being scared about successful career or not . This reminds you money is not everything , however you can't actually find someone to share with. Then you harshly rush to toilet alone and cry aloud (sorry silently) as everyone in outer premises make mockery of such an child who is working but doesn't know how to handle on-going work.

You appreciate your toilet for being there whenever you needed it the most to share company alongwith the anxiety you can dealing with. 

There could be a lot examples which would cross word-limit of the blog but now you have washed your illusion you created early when you saw the title "Toilet Visits" and my 30 minutes journey there.

Our foolish minds need constant validations from our external environment , even if criticized again and again for the worths we've. We approach towards people to ask to accept us but never sit back forever if they don't want to get involved with us. And don't lie yourself, you like to stay around people even they don't like you and also if you pretend you don't like them.

In contrast, we've everything in our  solitude where external validations aren't required . Our inherent behaviour tells even yells everything about our weaknesses, strengths, love , despairs , etc and still we hate being around ourselves own. Mainly either because we don't like validations we get for us by ourselves own or harsh truths which can disown the fake account we're making of ourselves.

In order to make possible the latter second case , I've come up with Toilet Visits to raise votes of our own self. 

Because nobody can go to Toilet with you other than the reason you willingly want someone to company you (that's too very exceptional). You get your own quality time to re-think what's happening. 

Because you can't do anything what has happened with external validations. 

And even not what will happen next sitting there because this is world and sitting idle all the time, you're wasting just resources of your country. Just go and get some rational work, you demon.

Thus, it'll be very beautiful as soon as you come across a place which refills your drained energy and it's my washroom who does it for me. 

It'll be very glorifying where skies full of blue butterflies , aromatic bugs and inexpensive hope even sitting only on your Toilet Seat. 

And believe me , I'll mention my TOILET VISITS if next moment I achieve a sort of success.

-Chetna