B.b.b.Bladder!

Day 2 of the challenge! Happy I was able to get something not so decent to write about and still remain true to my theme - "Quirks of Life"

  

Few things in the world get greater priority than a full bladder. All priorities, urgencies are kept aside for a full bladder. It is said that - nobody can stop a full bladder whose time has come. 

Yet this critical organ seldom receives any praise or any acknowledgement for the work it does. It is like the multitudes of billions working in cheap Chinese factories. This may not be true but am an Indian and like to dig in whenever I get an opportunity. It does not even get a mention in popular literature and it is mostly associated with disease or like the one who cannot be named. Bladder itself never cares about recognition. It is happy with its anonymity and content with its work.

However, the full bladder occupies a prominent place in Indian sub-consciousness. It has actually allowed Indian men to attend to the exigencies of a full bladder at a place of their choice provided they have to face a blank wall or a thick bush/shrub. Bladders are relieved from great heights like overarching bridges to display dominance over the entire city or even in front of office of the dean of college albeit under the cover of darkness.

Human beings as species need to learn to control this organ. As babies and to a large extent of the childhood, the required control is rarely there and that causes the loss of bladder control resulting in special warmth spreading through the legs. Over a period of time, the control comes in most members of the human species. However, certain members of the species have the special talent to control the bladder and stretch its muscles for extended duration. How these members go on to achieve this is still a mystery. Thankfully bladder control is not a sport in Olympics. Indian men would have still lost as a blank wall would have been enough for them to lose control and we would have one more sport where we bemoan a loss.

However, this sport is well practiced in pubs with loads of beers. Beers are said to have the ability to fill the bladder faster than any other liquid known to mankind. Pubs leverage this to create offers to lure clientele. An example is given below.

As kids, bladder had the special tendency to become full and on the verge of bursting in the dying minutes of exams. Unfortunately most kids had the same problem and there will be queues at a wrong place during the exam. Great, are those kids who bear the twin agony of full bladder and a difficult mathematics paper at the same time know fully that relieving of one would only bring the horror back in focus.

Keeping aside the beers and any possible disease, adults or kids for that matter lose their bladder control in terms of great anxiety or fear. This happens as in times of great distress, bladder which doesn’t figure in top 10 priorities for living, is left alone and the energy is directed to more important organs. Not joking. Check this link.

So leaving you now for nobody can stop a full bladder whose time has come including self. 

PS: This is part of the April A-Z Challenge where a post has to be posted every day in the month of April except on Sundays. The details are present here.

A is for April Fool's Day!

The first day of the month and the first day of the challenge.There was none better quirk than the Fool's day itself. Unfortunately unlike the other days of celebration in which we are inundated with various products, fool's day comes across as a low-key affair. So I asked Fool's Day (FD ) to have a word with us.

Ahem.  I have never been offered this honor of presenting my views on myself. So thank you very much. Well to begin with, I am really very disappointed with this state-of-affairs. Unlike  the other days, which are very specific to one category of people such as valentine's day, women's day, etc. I relate to the entire mankind. Yet except for few geeky organizations and some real pranksters(bow down), nobody takes me seriously. Yep I understand the irony. Probably with the world so wired for the specialists, they forget a generalist like me. Maybe they are not sure what to do with a generalist. 

Furthermore, this year it came on morose Monday which in a normal course of life itself is a huge dampener for many. Morose Monday is laughing at me. Nature has played a cruel prank on me this year by choosing Monday for me. Yet chin up is what I told myself. Smiled at the little pranks happening around. It lifted my spirits. 

In India, with the financial year closing on 31st March, I was celebrated with a sigh of relief after the exertions of last week in most organizations. That pepped me up. Then there were those stupid messages traversing across the mobile networks putting smile  on people around. 

Yet I crave for the publicity blitz that happens on other days. A week before that day, advertising campaigns are sounded like war horns. TV, radio, social media like twitter, facebook are full of messages, videos and cards . For me it is nothing. This despite the fact that  my appeal casts a wider net than the other days!

Yet what I get is nothing. Not even a holiday. No remembrance. Even if I am forgotten, nobody complains. No gifts are exchanged to be remembered for a life time. But, I bring smile on people's faces.I lighten the mood. The mushy couples forget mushiness for a day and play pranks on each other. A glum boss may play a prank on his directs. Kids have all the fun on that day. Sometimes their parents and teachers become the target of their pranks. The world suddenly seem to be a happy place for all. So hoping a better treatment next year around, I leave you with the thought - 

Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not sure about the the universe. - Albert Einstein

 PS: This is part of the April A-Z Challenge where a post has to be posted every day in the month of April except on Sundays. The details are present here. On my part the theme for this series is "Quirks of Life". So will be racking my mind on finding those illusive quirks.