April 26th, 2010

Its Official Now

I hereby make it official. My office loo hates me.
Yes, I do believe that even a collection of inanimate objects can have a
conscience, but the moment you give it a name, it becomes alive. In a way.

So the bathroom nearest to my desk in office has a grudge against me for
some reason. It does not do anything like you would probably see in The
Exorcist. For starters, it does not try to exorcise me. But it does these
small antics within its realm to make me frequent it less often.

The Sink is the main perpetrator in this. You see, Mumbai is suffering under
water scarcity. As a result, the municipal corporation of Mumbai has reduced
the water flow to most parts of the city. However, due to the recurring
nature of this problem, most buildings have reservoir tanks which they fill
up and use when the municipal supply pauses. Apparently my office building
did not.

So, for a week, we had lower water levels than desirable, which meant
nothing more than lesser water force at the taps. However, in my case The
Sink took it upon itself to avenge whatever it was that it wanted to avenge.
Everytime I used the tap, it would greet me with a low 'grrrr' and no water.
Then, within a few seconds when I would wonder at the lack of water, it
would then spurt out water with a force the Niagara would be ashamed of.
Sometimes, it would allow me to soap my hands and awaits its pleasure all
the while petrified at the thought of 'no water for soaped hands' scenario.
And then spurt out with the famous gush, while I would thank the gods, and
look at me water splashed shirt with dismay.

This treat, however, I noticed was restricted only to me.

Now that the water supply is back to being almost-normal, it is the flush
that has taken offence. It is with dismay that I note that everytime I use
the cistern, it *does not stop *pouring out the water till I go back and
fiddle with the handle. Ugh! And this again is something that none of my
other colleagues face.

I wonder what I did to annoy The Loo. Was it the toilet paper? The frequent
hand-washing? The secret preference of the washbasin in the *other* loo?
Tell me! Oh! Please tell me! And I shall be penitent!