Potty Thoughts

Everything you can imagine is real - Picasso 

Each morning, waking up to hot water and lemon. Flirting with the bowels. Picking one from the assortment of Bombay Times, Mumbai Mirror and HT Cafe. Waiting for the exact moment. And then rushing in to live that one moment of ecstacy.
I wish I had the repertoire of words and phrases to accurately capture my feeling. Maybe somethings words just can't capture. When crap goes out of your life, literally or figuratively, you're just bound to feel good. Aren't you?

True contentment comes from drinking water when you desperately want to and excreting when you really need to. I have spent some of my best solitary moments on this Institution of Lower Learning. Some of life's gravest problems have succumbed to the pressure ;). But for the longest time, my campaign on "Pots will Save the World" has received negligible attention. I am still fighting to give these guys the respect and dignity they deserve in society. Someday, in some lifetime, I will win.

Anyway.

So today, when I was meditating on my pot, I realized that "The Pot" is the only place that has consistently removed all the crap in my life. I also realized that I needed more Pots. Metaphorically of course. For starters, a pot for the mind. A dedicated place or space in this case where my mind can sit and shit. Shit out all the worries, arrogance, the false pride, negativity and other ancillary crap. And like it is for our bodies, I'd like this to be a daily practice for the mind. That'd be cool. Wouldn't it? Surely, I can't forget the flush and Harpic for this metaphorical pot. But I don't want Aman Verma promoting it. That'd be crappy!

I walked out feeling refreshed. In the knowledge that I don't have to sip in the warm water and lemon. I don't have to wait for the pressure to build up. I don't have to wait for that one crucial moment to let it all go.

I just have to close my eyes. And Imagine.