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!

Saved by my presence of mind

Something very interesting happened to me at work today. An event of such magnitude, that the lessons I learnt would help all and sundry.

After yet another tasteless lunch with at the FC, courtesy the default caterer there, I returned to my seat and resumed work. An hour or so afterwards, I got the urge to take a dump and headed to the loo.

Once I went into the toilet, as usual I first checked for the availability of the toilet seat cover paper. Satisfied with its availability, I bolted the door and got down to business.

Once I reached the stage where I could complete the transaction, I picked up the health faucet, positioned it and pressed the lever to get the stream of water. Only problem, was that while I did want to press the lever, there was no lever to be pressed. It was broken.

I couldn’t believe it. Then I told myself that nothing was lost and that I would just have to go back to the ways of the Western world. So when I reached out for the toilet paper dispenser, I was shocked to find that there was no paper there!!!!

Imagine my plight, sitting in the toilet and with seemingly no option to clean myself. So, I returned to the health faucet and started investigating the broken portion of the handle, with the hope that I would be able to activate the mechanism with my finger nails.

I tried pulling the metallic portion, pushing it, twisting it. All of this only resulted in more frustration, since my nails and fingers couldn’t replace the lever.

By now I was aghast. Started wondering what to do next. How could I even get to the next bathroom? And even if I did, what was the guarantee that it was vacant? Then I started contemplating the option of calling one of my friends to the toilet area and ask him to borrow a roll of paper from the neighboring toilet and pass it on to me. That would then warrant me opening the door and the very thought sent shivers done my spine.

I went back to the faucet with more vigor, yet the result was no different. I was resigning to my fate and was almost going to call up my friend, when I got this big brainwave.

I remembered that the toilet seat paper, was made of, well, paper. I twisted myself from my seat and looked back at that dispenser and sure enough, I could see that THANKFULLY, it had paper in it. With a childlike glee I attacked the dispenser and took some 3-4 sheets and then used them as toilet paper.

Then with a sense of pride and achievement, I got out of the toilet and stepped back into civilization as a "clean" and confident man.