Is-ha Is-ha Is-ha hoiy: When you gotta go you gotta go

I finally found out how this expression "is-ha, is-ha" came about in the famous Tamizh movie song "aadaludan paadalai kettaal" where puratchi thalaivar executes swag bhangra moves. I am referring to this song: https://youtu.be/BqeX54Wmvgw .

Now some context to how this song and its picturisation came about. You see, there are times when you are busy with work, or busy with TV, mobile, etc., when your major excretory organ sends you an alert to park your rear from its current seat to a different seat.

But you are so engrossed in your present activity, or too lazy sometimes, that you choose not to heed the alert and opt to wait till you reach the stage where you have no choice but to go. The pressure starts building up and you start fidgeting around in your seat waiting for the Bat signal. And finally you get the SOS call anda you have no choice but to move.

By now there's way too much pressure built up in the intestines and you start feeling some pain in the tract. It is not an excruciating pain, but one that impairs your free movement which unfortunately is what you need at that time. Your walking muscles seem to have stiffened up and moving appears to be stifled. Added to it, you have this fear that you might soil your clothes if you take a wrong move.

So with weird contortions of your hips, postures you can never achieve otherwise, you start walking, and holding, towards your current heaven.

But every step you take is more painful than the previous one. And based on whether you are alone or with people around, you start moaning internally or externally for every step.

Recollect this moan and play it back in your mind now, or loudly if nobody's around. It is "is-ha".

Yes, "is-ha". The same term used in that song. In fact the lyrics, say more. "varum varum varum. is-ha is-ha is-ha". You can also now relate better to that bhangra steps in the song.

In conclusion, that song and dance was basically inspired by someone who delayed his need to go!

You could be repelled by this post, but thats the experience I had in the morning

To cut a long title short, there was this guy in my Office bus. There are many that guys and this girls and that girls too, but I digress.

I usually sit in the aisle seat until someone decides to occupy the remaining seat in the 3 seater that my friend and i share.

'This guy' boarded the bus in the last stop and when he was near my seat, my surgically altered nose picked up a scent that I usually experience after running 10kms in peak Chennai summer. That is of course, assuming that I do run.

But you get the idea. The chap was emanating a foul smell some 5 feet away from me. I somehow had a fear that he would like to occupy the vacant seat next to me. And by jove he did.

And I let him occupy the middle seat with the noble intention of letting my friend suffer, what I would otherwise have had to suffer on my own, if I had moved to the middle.

Man the guy stank. Did he not bathe this morning? Or does he not use a deo? Or has he been wearing that shirt for many days - daily or alternate days or some such frequency - without washing it?

Whatever it was, 'twas quite painful.

My friend who was till then enjoying the window seat, must have felt her olfactory system being put to good use. So she decided to open the window a bit more to grasp some fresh air - fresh with the day's first exhause of CO,PbO and the likes. Still a welcome relief from what I had inside.

So now imagine my plight. An open window meant that, I was on the leeward side of this guy. So I started to get the stench in spurts from my right side. What must also be noted is that these days, not many windows are open and so the circulation of air is quite low. Especially in my row of seats, there was no scope of cross ventilation.

Then came the breaking point. The two seater next to me across the aisle had two guys who discussed and agreed that, instead of opening the window, they would switch on the small fan installed on the sill. And when they did, I could feel air hitting me from the left side.

At first I thought - ah its so nice to have some air on you. The joy lasted some 1.5 nanoseconds. Why? Remember I said the guy was emitting near toxic air on my right side which was getting pushed with full force due to the open window on the right side. Now with the fan pushing air from left to right side, the net impact was unbearable. I had stale air lingering around my nostrils for what seemed like eternity. I was going to start preparing my will, when better sense prevailed.

Also the fan guys switched it off, thereby reducing my torture by 50%. And I turned my head to a 10-11 'o' clock position to minimise the effect of the stench.

I pray that this guy doesnt come to this seat tomorrow also.