The Battle of Water-Loo

Imagine you’re traveling in a train on your way to meeting the crazy , fun , friendly people of wherever. From the very first chug of the engine your energies concentrate on the bundle of joy that you so desperately seek in order to whiz past the “long stop” station of monotonic life. Your thoughts and experiences make you think that this little bubble of happy time awaits you with arms wide open standing miles clear of all that has been routine.
The journey has been good so far and the fellow travelers seem mature, content people who seem to have fought their way past the inhibitors of civilization to become what they are, mature, content people. You’re wrong.
Invariably ,the above category accounts for only 13.7 percent of entire human population( no quotas applicable here Mr.Arjun Singh :P). The rest begin to showcase the talent of their being holes in the latter part of ‘harass’ very soon. With fifteen minutes left to your dream destination, you begin to see conglomeration of souls near the end of the compartment. The object in question, or rather the warm ,hot centre of intrest happens to be the “Loo”. I aint kidding.
The ugly head of “doing things at the last minute” trait of us humans raises its head at times like this and , in a jiffy, rips apart any notion of, like I said, contentment and maturity.
All age groups, 40 something uncles, old stooped fellows, fat middle aged women suddenly find themselves standing in a sea of urgency and desperation waiting for their turn to occupy the ‘chair’. What surprises me more are the raised eyebrows, the twitches of forehead, the uncanny curve of the lips that surface everytime someone extends the time spent in the royal chamber beyond a stipulated time limit which always is too small.
This behaviour is totally inexplicable and amusing. It even gave me an idea to write this s***.