Loos Control and Bloody Birthdays

Yes, that is not a typo-error. I actually did mean loo's control, but if sometimes omitting a punctuation here or there, makes a headline a bit more readable, I think one should have the liberty to do that. Coming back to the headline.

When I say Loo's control, I mean the control in terms of the kinesthetics that men portray when in the loo. Being sexually correct, I could also talk about women, but then I do not have the necessary wisdom to indulge in this seemingly voyeuristic expedition. And before i launch into another tangent, this post is just to put into words, the weirdest of actions people exhibit when they are at taking the natures call.

I think psychologists, or sociologists, or even anthropologists can learn a lot in the mannerisms of a person taking a leak. The actions before, while and after the sprinkle can just be unique identifiers of a persons idiosyncracies. Maybe politicians have some common pattern in the way they take a leak, or perhaps criminals could be identified by using a correlation code to match and relate the way they relieve themselves of the fluid presssures. I myself have witnessed countless approaches towards and away from the privy, come plain stupid, to some pretty ridiculous. I wont be quoting gross details here, but all you guys will know what I am talking about.

So if one fine day, you see in the crime-based hollywood thrillers, a special covert department with the NSA, that analyzes and catches serial killers basis Pee mechanics, sont be surprised. and dont be shocked if you see someone working as a Pee-do-file, he might just be not lusting after kids. He might just be collecting bloody-data on the peeculiarities of some bloody peeple.

That brings me to the bloody birthday. Why bloody? Well I had my birthday sometime in the last of the last month. As my birthdays (infact my life, and freak incidents go hand in glove) are wont to, my mobile connection went under transition at 6pm on the previous day. So yours truly had to go to the teleshop and get it in order. Somehow excusing myself from office for an hour I went to their office, only to discover that there was a long queue. While supposed to wait, I decided to roam around in the complex, and there was a Blood Donation Camp set at a corner.

And bingo! I turned myself in for blood donation. All was going well till I suddenly found 4-5 mean-looking ladies walking benevolently towards me. These aunties wanted to get their photographs taken while volunteering for the blood donation. And here was I, lying helplessly between posing faces, and smearing smiles, trapped with a nail sized needle sucking my blood, while someone behind the camera was coaxing me to face the lens. Which I did not.

Blood donation is a nobel task, and I am not saying it since I do it, but because it can give back lives to people. To see it reduced to a posed portrait is something that I do not appreciate. The trivialization of something sufficiently serious is not for me. Though I do tend to find weird humor in the gravest of situation. But come on! this was not even humorous.

You may say, I should look at the brighter side, at how they are trying to take things which people are generally scared of in a lighter vein. On their attempt to make a possibly worried person scared of seeing his blood flow through the fiber veins into a sanitised collecting-bottle more relaxed by clicking his picture. But somethings are temperamental, I guess I had my reasons for angst.

Anyway, I did manage to get my SIM restored, and later had a great sleep at night, which was possibly due to intrinsic exhaustion that sets in when the body experiences loss of vital fluids.

The point? Donate blood people, atleast onoce. It doesnt hurt that much, you get to eat apples, sip some juice, you may even get photographed (we are a photo crazy nation, more on this later) and you help save someone's life.

Stay beautiful!