Every time I have plans of going out, I make it a point to take a leak before stepping out of the house. One can never be sure of sanitary conditions and cleanliness outside, be it hotels, cinema halls (malls are clean I must admit), coffee shops etc. It never hurts to go prepared so I make sure I don’t have any washroom-visiting-urges till I return home. I’m sure most of us do it, nothing special about it!!
It so happens that every time I go to a film, despite all my precautionary measures I end up being tank-full by the time the film ends. The culprit must be the soda drink during the interval. I consciously do not drink aerated drinks otherwise, so I give in to the temptation only I go to see a film.
Same thing happened last week. It was the Valentine weekend when Sahana, Appu and I went to see Billu at Cauvery matinee show. We left the house at 1.30PM for the show that began at 2.30PM. I went all prepared as not to have any issue till I returned back. The movie was not even 3 hrs long but thanks to the Pepsi I bought in the intermission, I was unusually full (it will not be exaggerating to say I was really really really full) by the time the movie ended and badly wanted to take a leak.
The stench permeating down the corridor extinguished any thought of using the washroom there in the theater. I told Sahana and Appu that I’ll manage and so we walked out. We had agreed to walk all the way till Malleshwaram 8th cross and shop there, after a visit to Janata hotel for their yummy masala dosas. Frankly I had no idea how long I could hold out but refused to think of it and walked on!!
We were barely halfway when we came past Chowdaiah Memorial Hall and this brainwave stuck me. Necessity is the mother of all inventions, so they say. It held true with respect to ideas in my case.
A few weeks back, I’d attended a play at Chowdaiah and had seen how well maintained the washrooms were. Neither a speck of filth, nor spilt water anywhere on the polished mosaic of the washroom!! Anyways we were right in front of the building and it was open, why not use the toilets and rid myself of great worry and the obvious issue??
The huge hoarding on the gate endorsed a dance and music extravaganza Attakalari the next day. I promptly went in telling Sahana and Appu of my intentions. Sahana needed to use the washroom too but here?? Like this?? Oh no!! They two of them shrunk from the prospect of breaking in to an auditorium to use a washroom, but nevertheless followed me inside the gate.
As I made my way into a side entrance, I was accosted by a watchman who wanted to know what business we had there. We did not appear suspicious to anyone from the manner we were dressed. We were casual friends catching up on a weekend and that was precisely what we were. Sahana and Appu froze behind me wondering what I would say to this watchman’s question. The proximity of a usable washroom was so tempting that I wouldn’t have hesitated to run inside before he caught up with me despite the embarrassment that would follow. A hundred answers popped in my head within a nanosecond and before I realized I said we were looking for brochures and info regarding sunday’s programme and if possible the tickets too. I never realized the hoarding advertising Attakalari had caught my attention so strongly till I blabbered this. The watchman obviously finding nothing strange about my reply showed me the very VIP entrance I would have probably barged into. It apparently leads to the side entrance of the main stage and there is this heavenly board that reads LADIES WASHROOM at the entrance.
Stealing a glance inside the auditorium, I saw many artistes setting up the stage for the upcoming show. I returned back to the entrance and went in the sparkling clean washroom. It was empty and very very clean, as expected!!
I next signaled Sahana towards the door. She was now confident, after witnessing my convincing performance in front of the watchman. While Appu and I waited for Sahana, I even managed to show an art-enthusiast the way to the main entrance. She was a firangi and was lost!!
We three had walked but a few steps out of the gate when Appu let out a relieved sigh. She said she has seen such things in films and in TV but could not believe her eyes when I actually “dared” a stunt of the sort. The fact that my face showed no sign of shock or surprise or even fear apparently left her stunned. Impressed too, if I may add. She called me dare-devil, a tom-boy and a string of many such names all the way to Janata hotel.I merely had to walk chuckling and acting like a heroine who managed a non-performable stunt with panache. It feels great to be appreciated, no matter how stupid the reason is. The dumber the reason, the greater kick it gives and this, exclusively when there are friends like Appu to give the perfect reaction sought!! Lol…
Honestly, I was only enjoying a huge sense of relief all the while. I could not have borne that load a minute longer!!!!
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