A trip to nature’s call

As usual, one day after Diwali break I was returning to my hostel. I had chicken for lunch that day which turned out to be super spicy and to compensate it I had too much water in my little stomach. Though, I know my habit of going to the washroom to pee several times a day. In short, I pee too much. I prefer not to drink water frequently on a road trip that too with a public transport where you just cannot rely on the fact that too much of stops will be available and fun fact, to add a feather to my "Non-attempted pee breaks”, the journey majorly  extents for 12 hours and sometimes more. So, it’s better to avoid drinking water. Well, to be precise it’s better to say, it’s better to avoid drinking water UNNECESSARILY as drinking water is my best past time.

My bus departs at 6:30 pm from my city. This day was way too pathetic already as I didn’t listen to my mom’s advice to take a shawl as according to her it will get too much of cold during the mid-night. She always thinks that she is always right. Fun fact, she is always right no matter what. She will be right ALWAYS. For once I thought I should do as she commands but the next moment I thought of getting over luggage. I didn’t listen to her. It just did not end up here. It was a semi deluxe bus that was supposed to have bent over seats. Surprisingly, only my seat on the whole bus didn’t have this facility. I asked the bus conductor and he said: “repair karaya hai ji, aasa hi hai, aap manage kar lo”(you have to manage this, we tried to repair but it is like this only). And I as a result of this was supposed to sit near the window where I could experience the cold wind slapping my whole body from top to bottom, coming from the space between the overlapping of the glasses of the window making the ‘zzzzzzzz’ sound. And I could have avoided this if my seat would have bent a little. This shivered me from inside, as a result, I got a call.

It was not an ordinary call. It was nature’s call. And the pressure was unfortunately strong. I checked the time it was 7 o’ clock. My little heart knew that the bus will halt at 10:30 pm and nowhere in between. I was in a total miserable condition. My seat was not bending, I had nothing to cover myself rather than just a hoodie, and the wind was striking my body like a sword and now I want to pee. As it was festive season so there were several route diversions and those diversions bothered me so much just because the roads weren’t smooth and kept on putting too much pressure on my bladders making it hard to control. As soon as the route diversion stopped another difficulty attacked me. There were those miniature speed brakes. 6-7 aligned together giving short jerks. And that seemed so dangerous to me that I just could not manage to think of traveling rather than I just wished to board down from the bus and quit going. I had my laptop with me and I just cannot put that on the surface of the bus due to jerks and keeping it on my lap made the situation worst.

And then finally the clock strike at 10:30 pm. But the Dhaba(restaurant) we were supposed to stop was closed just because of Diwali. And to add to my bad, the bus without any halt kept on moving. The next stop was at 3:30 am. The thought of this was killing me. But still, we kept o moving. I was praying to god to have mercy on me. And to amazing surprise, god listened. Finally, the driver stopped the bus at another dhaba. I checked the time it was 11:30 pm. I then thanked God for letting me live. My co-passenger was female too. I asked her if she wants to go for the washroom. She agreed.

 We both hopped off the bus and without wasting a single second, just went to the owner of the dhaba for the way to the washroom, “uncle! Ladies washroom kidhar hai ?” (where is the ladies washroom)I asked. “yahan koi ladies washroom nai hai”(there is no ladies washroom available), he replied. While giving the answer he looked at my face and then again said “aap dhabe k peeche chale jaeye”(you can go behind the restaurant), I looked behind the dhaba. It was thick dark with dogs howling. The owner was already watching me. He laughed looking at my face and took me and my co-passenger to the place where they wash utensils. It was a setting of just a tap with no walls around it but just a wooden wall just as high from my feet to the waist which was completely hiding the place from the dhaba. As soon as he left I asked the girl to turn around and watch over. I don’t know how much water I drank that afternoon but the pee was a very long one with no pressure at all. It seemed like the water is flowing and flowing and there is no hurdle and no pressure but it seemed like the flood has occurred. I might have peed 2 liters I guess.

 In between the process, the girl asked “how much?”, “I don’t know” I replied. I didn’t know. It seemed to be the longest pee ever. As it was taking too long I started talking to the girl while I was in the process. She was doing a Ph.D. in some medical field I barely know. But to end the boring conversation I pretended that I know what she is talking about and further asked no more questions on it. Thinking about the amount of study she is doing inside my head make me shiver a bit more (I was already shivering; remember I was wearing just a hoodie).

As soon as I returned from the war as a knight in shining armor, so proud of her victory. I sat back and gazed at my bottle. I wanted to drink water but I quickly turned my eyes away from it. I do not want to fight this situation again. And this way my returning to Jaipur somehow turned out to be an adventurous trip to nature’s call.