Musing on the pot

Ah, the pot. The seat, the commode, call it what you want - it plays a HUGE role, not only in your life, but the development of humanity. Decidedly, it is the site of most of mankind's most brilliant ideas; the most famous of them all being Archimedes. But we mustn't forget that you and I, too, use the pot for purposes other than hygiene. Most of us, admittedly, make life decisions in the bathroom. Some of our biggest ideas have hit us in the face while we were reaching for the flush knob, while others have waited for us to clean ourselves before dancing in front of us.

Quite frankly, the time I spend in the company of the toilet seat is the only time I actually think. About what, you ask? Well, just about anything. It could be a rational explanation for the existence of extra-terrestrial life, a formation that Chelsea should play in order to dominate their opposition, an excuse for Chelsea's loss the previous night (this happens very rarely, mind you), or random questions about nuclear reactions, cellular technology and the tackling of cross-border terrorism and drug-trafficking. More recently, it was a brave new idea on quelling the high rates of fratricide in the Indian Army and its Paramilitary Forces.

Anyway, you get the point. Do you do the same or am I unique? Do let me know.

What I'm trying to say is, all of us live such mechanical lives that we never stop, sit and think about anything. In the last 3 days, I haven't thought specifically about something unless I was on the pot or in the shower or in the few minutes between the time I hit the bed and my eyes close.

And yes, before you ask, the idea for this post was born today, just as I was stepping out of my bathroom.

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