The urge of nature call, unavoidable and forceful pressure that could lift any amount of weight to make a clear way to reach the toilet. The place where I earn my wages, work hard to feed my dependants. We three live in Pune, a place of surrounded by long mountains, cold breeze and the centre of the culture of Maharashtra, the hearts of millions of Marathi people. Sun was as usually showering in it's peak time, one of the teams from the Australian process early morning shift had ended at the same time. I was curious if I could find a place to unload my waste. I quickly got up with my emergency look and took my bottle, It was my favourite copper bottle which I had bought it for 700 Rs. after several requests to my wife. It's been more than a year I was using it, sometimes I could feel unsafe while taking it to the washroom, but I can't get up from my desk every time for a different purpose. I reached the main door, swiped and came outside within 4 seconds. As soon as I entered the washroom I placed my bottle near the basin. A wave of insecurity furiously passed through my right year, but due to heavy crowd into the washroom because of the release of an early shift,
"No one will dare to pick up and put in their bag," I thought.
I was not yet aware if I could find a toilet empty or not, there are more than six but sometimes unloading kept continue since I log-in first at morning 6:00 am. There are a huge group of security guards start occupying their respective regular washrooms and toilets. Their brushing and that stinky smell of toothpaste many times make me feel that since how long my office has not yet bath. But when I take my first break for breakfast then I see many machines and housekeeping staffs resume their work wearing the clean dress-code. then I really feel good and eat my lunch box till it gets empty. Thank god I finally found one empty toilet, just opposite of the basin. I could hear all the conversation of the people, talking to them about weekend plans. All were talking happily. I pulled my pant off and sat continuing a big push to the heavy pressure. I always remember at that time why we smell our poop and how long this natural procedure will continue, in the heavy cold it gives fresh steam to the air, I like that watching in my childhood, turning back and see again and again. I breathe out closing the inhalation process through my nostril for a few seconds till the smell disappears through the ventilator above my head.
"What if this ventilation system not invented and how many girls or boys vomited in the washroom?"
I slid my hand into the right pocket of my jeans and pulled my mobile. Opened my twitter timeline and checked a few updates. Did few follow back and followed to some suggestions. I always like to spend some extra time in the toilet. Sometimes If I need to think about any matter, rather than looking at the screen of my computer blank I prefer to go into the toilet and plan out which something bothering me working in the office. After five minutes of the mobile usage, I could feel dryness beneath my butt. I cleaned it and came out. I Placed both the hand on the waist in the shock, I narrowed my eyes to scan the basin table area carefully as well as the people in the washroom, the bottle was missing. There was only one person who then pulled the door and left.
I should check my desk once again, I thought and left.
I again returned back and started searching the entire washroom, I did not find at my desk. I should report it to the security guard at the basement. After spending five minutes of debate with them I returned back to my desk and talked with my colleagues about the incident what had happened to me. I remember it was the first Friday of the year. Then I made understand myself that losing something it becomes good for us. If someone has stolen anything all my worries and problems went with the person who had stolen, I became happy. I compose a mail and sent to all stating in a polite manner,
"If someone has wrongly picked up my copper water bottle from the men's washroom thinking yours please return me."
I get no reply over the next week, I know, housekeeping won't take it, it was the only one of us who must have stolen... anyways it is life whatever it happens, it happens for a reason.
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