Mommy opened my drawer one day to find reams of tissue papers inside. That might not sound very odd save the fact that the papers had Hindi/Urdu couplets in Devanagari scribbled all over them. Mommy was upset that I preferred using tissue papers to write stuff on despite her having “donated” me her almost empty notebook. I told her that all the lines I write are subconsciously inside me somewhere, but they prefer not to come out alone. And thanks to my irritable bowel syndrome, they have frequent company.
The restroom (I take that term to be somewhat of a euphemism) of my ex-company was where all the inspiration would hit me. My newborn couplets would enjoy a few hours of glory. Then I would email them to Roshan. After reading his comments, I’d realize that I had succeeded in creating what I had originally set out to when I was visiting the restroom: crap. Of course, without him, I wouldn’t even know the difference between good, bad, and ugly. Thank God for him.
Ah but I’m digressing. What I really wanted to say in this post is that since I have established that the place where I get all my inspiration is the restroom, I had been thinking how best I can cash on that. It’s quite plain that the better my restroom, the better my poetry. What I can do to make my restroom experience as awesome as possible is something that had been eating into me for a long time now. And finally I’ve found the answer! I’m going to buy the royal restroom the maharajas used in Udaipur palace. And I’d appreciate donations from you guys. I know you’d not make any donations without taking a look at the royal restroom. So here it is: click the link below.