The concept of a western urinal is good. Provided you don't happen to be anywhere near to a Indian wedding and morbidity has taken toll of you to such an extent that you have decided to wear something resembling a Indian Kurta. For such matters western urinals and Indian weddings are a disaster in the offing.
Imagine you are the urinal trying to do what the gods have ordained for you at this importune moment.The bladders are loaded to the point of detonation with a very short fuse.The concept of automatic discharge with your pants on has been obliterated the day you passed the potty sessions back in infancy. Decency says you have to do it the naked primal way with due adjustments to your hang. And you hit the first roadblock.
Ground check to see whether the person beside is more interested in his life or is looking around.Then you proceed to pick the kurta to an extent where anndiems cannot discharge a heady and smelly patch on it, all the time looking funny like a kangaroo with an up turned pouch.
The next logical steps would be to untie the umbilical cords of your pajama. For some hellish reason, you wish you are a sailor adept at knots. Also you wish you hadn't tied that knot looking at that gorgeous picture of whoever adorns the dark walls of your sanctum .In the mean while you are enlightened on the joys of life , about karma and crap IE basically how it feels to be happy.
With the success of all your endeavors you loosen the knot. Now with a careful estimation lower you pajama so as to avoid butt exposure to the nosy bastard who came behind you at this very moment. The levels of estimation is the one thing one feels that beats the heady astrophysics. And then the karma, the absolute nirvana , the action that liberates the chained and maimed soul from the manifestation of Lucifer himself.
That done and thank heavens for that the same reverse engineering works wonders.Think of the lass of your sanctum, mess up with the knot and close the exposed parts of the bodice. Run out of the purgatory and sincerely hope you never wear an Indian Formal to Indian Wedding with an western urinal.
Imagine you are the urinal trying to do what the gods have ordained for you at this importune moment.The bladders are loaded to the point of detonation with a very short fuse.The concept of automatic discharge with your pants on has been obliterated the day you passed the potty sessions back in infancy. Decency says you have to do it the naked primal way with due adjustments to your hang. And you hit the first roadblock.
Ground check to see whether the person beside is more interested in his life or is looking around.Then you proceed to pick the kurta to an extent where anndiems cannot discharge a heady and smelly patch on it, all the time looking funny like a kangaroo with an up turned pouch.
The next logical steps would be to untie the umbilical cords of your pajama. For some hellish reason, you wish you are a sailor adept at knots. Also you wish you hadn't tied that knot looking at that gorgeous picture of whoever adorns the dark walls of your sanctum .In the mean while you are enlightened on the joys of life , about karma and crap IE basically how it feels to be happy.
With the success of all your endeavors you loosen the knot. Now with a careful estimation lower you pajama so as to avoid butt exposure to the nosy bastard who came behind you at this very moment. The levels of estimation is the one thing one feels that beats the heady astrophysics. And then the karma, the absolute nirvana , the action that liberates the chained and maimed soul from the manifestation of Lucifer himself.
That done and thank heavens for that the same reverse engineering works wonders.Think of the lass of your sanctum, mess up with the knot and close the exposed parts of the bodice. Run out of the purgatory and sincerely hope you never wear an Indian Formal to Indian Wedding with an western urinal.
lol... love the language used.
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