The Compulsive Muser

It can’t be a worse day in Mumbai when constipation and humidity happen at the same night. I again caution my fussy readers, that further reading can be ‘gross’ for you. Ahhh. The relief mere farting can bring to a jam packed ass.  Anyhow this happens to be another curious event when I took another leisurely trip to the bathroom for evacuation of my bowels. Since I hadn’t developed the habit then to carry reading material in the bathroom unless it wasn’t for a school examination I was more left to my thoughts during the ‘potty times’. Silence, pluck - pluck and flush were the only noises made. And with reference to Shit Chronicles #1 I had made a point leave a last look at the pond before flushing (for those who haven’t read, I had passed black tarry stools which was a terrible sign of concern). I was horrified when I discovered the member accompanying my stool, a more or less deep brown coloured, fleshy and thick with spots and bulging black eyes. The was a fat toad next to ...

Nothing makes me feel better about writing this post than on a night of constipation. Though unpleasant as it may sound ahead but if you've been at the same place(sitting on that bottomless hole) unaware of the creep that will fall down below, you know what can be worse than 'shit happens'. Sometime ago, rather a long time ago when I learnt the side effects that mere Combiflame can create when ingested upon a night of shivering and waking up to a symptom less morning. Not until the horrifying visit to the bathroom around noon. I never refrain from looking at the 'bottomless hole' for some unknown reason I do refrain to investigate upon though. Anyhow the finding this time triggered my curiosity and horror simultaneously without any progression of a similar state into subconsciousness fortunately! A mass of black tar deposited in the canal, and with an instant the water gushed it down further into the depths of the 'bottomless hole'. The doctors were infor...