Instant Gratification

The moment you wake up, its all you can think of. Speed up the mundane tasks of brushing, rinsing and brushing again, you think; forget the mouthwash, that's just another 30 seconds depraving you of what you need most. The iron could not smooth out the creases any slower; you're snarky and short tempered as you yearn for it, as it consumes you.

Speeding down the staircase, jumping off onto the landing, a little stumble as you can hardly contain your self. A hurried grab and a quick whisk and you feel like you can finally breathe. The pang dies down as you take the first sip. The concoction makes its way down your throat, up your brain, and you feel alive again. Another long sip and you finally have a hold of yourself.

Instant Coffee. Instant Gratification

Paper Covers Rock. But What about Hygiene?

You walk the streets emperors once did , drive past lanes donning the genius of men, gaze upon the ever broadening skyline of innovation- yet you sit in a cubicle with no muslim shower. Its appalling yet intriguing ( and cringe worthy), how even after all the innovation and advancements in technology and medicine, personal hygiene was so easily missed. The washrooms get fancier, Grohe would know, yet a simple tool remains missing till now in the western washroom.

Yes, the bidet has become a rare sight in some restrooms, primarily at hotel but the concept of moving yourself from one seat to the next evades me- all you need is a plumber and a pipe, Presto Chnageo- Muslim Shower. The weatern world's aversion or unacceptability of the muslim shower has forced many to keep an empty coke bottle handy (personally i prefer Lipton's Ice Tea bottle). Rude and unflattering, it has become a necessity or one must either cringe at the discomfort of improper hygiene or hang up on nature's call- neither are a viable option.

So why are they so adamant,so fixed in their ways that they cannot give a little room for a water sprout. Many may argue they wash them selves in the shower once they are done- really? shower after every run to the loo? And what about in public places? offices, malls, airports ( worse trains), don't know about you but we do feel a little ick thinking about taking the seat next to knowing about the useless piece of paper you've disposed off.

So here's an earnest request to the successors of Michelangelo, the Wright brother, the Physicists and countless Nobel laureates- bring home the muslim shower.