Morning Saga...

Bappi got up early today. He strolled towards the bathroom in half sleep. He squeezed the tooth paste tube and looked at the paste. Why do most of the pastes look white colour? Why not brown, yellow or brown in colour? Who knows! Why the paste got a mint taste? Why not in a chocolate, vanilla or a butter scotch flavour? He felt good. He loves it when he thinks weird. With a glee he finished off the process and headed towards the toilet. Somebody had already occupied the room. “Bloody Shit”, he hates this part of hostel life. You never can relieve things when you feel like. You are always in a queue.

“Get out soon, you shitter!” he wondered whether such a word do exist. Whatever! “Go, go shit somewhere outside” the intruder of his day shouted. Bloody Ass! The urge to download yesterday’s superfluous food material after its digestion process in the abdomen was in its initial stage. But still he felt like showering the rival-at-the-present-situation with loads of swears words till his eardrum blasts out of frequency. So he picked up his cigarette packet and went upstairs onto the terrace. A fag early in the morning will be kick ass, he thought. He strode towards his destiny. The time was 7 in the morning. He never had been waked up so early after his 12^th board exams. Engineering had bastardised him totally.

The terrace welcomed him with a breeze caressing his smooth long hair. He could feel them gently tickling his nerves. He lighted one cigarette and stood there, 18 storeys up from ground level. He could see the major part of the city from one side of the terrace. He took few long puffs from his ciggie but the breeze forced him to relocate his position. Standing on the other side of terrace from where he saw the green areas of a small mountain, he felt relating with nature. Suddenly he noticed lots of heads in between the bushes, here and there, throughout the escarpments.

He looked at it once again. Yeah, not one or two, but many heads here and there. What the hell they are doing over there in those bushes. Few were getting up and few were trying to find the proper place in the thickets. Each of them carried either a small bucket or a mug. Once after they find a proper place, they looked here and there ensuring no one is staring at them. Then they settle down removing their pants properly and get engaged in ‘the’ process.

What the fuck! He just puffed the whole cigarette at full throttle and sped downstairs. “Oh, you should have waited for me, dude”, his rival was out from the toilet and standing there staring at his cigarette packet. Bappi didn’t utter a word. He got in the toilet, stood there forgetting what was his purpose. He looked all over. Thank God, for these enclosed room, for the leisure of sitting and doing what I want without even getting tensed whether someone is watching or not among those bushes. He felt pity for those who don’t have the provision for their basic amenity.

“Phew! Lucky me”, he thought.