Pissing

By Hrishit Pandey

I opened the door and entered the aisle of urinals. I turned right in an air tight room, locked with ventilation suffocating around the narrow window as I passed it to find myself facing the urinals. Six beautiful, shiny and clean urinals - hanging down the wall were beside me at both my sides.

Corporate - urinals are employed heavily round the day, even nights sometimes. With those naphthalene balls and caffeine powder at work, they take in both the load and toll out of us. In or out, the primary aim has been to relieve from pressure only to be called again. This sense of relief has been sold to us even by our biology, corporation is still a myth.

I comfortably found the sweetest spot at the end. To my right was the room’s wall, yet it was not to be peed on. Awareness and basic mannerism over the time have manipulated us into adhering to not pissing on where the urinal is absent. Yet placing the urinal is not in our hand. We can’t choose the wall, we don’t control the spot, we are not managing the queue, we don’t handle the urgency. Frankly speaking we don’t control anything.

We believe that drinking water has been in our hand the entire time. Thus we do control something. But that too is just an influence of living. I am sure it is a scientific fact - one backed with pre-computed data, affecting real-living humans; but only and only its absurdity has forced us to drink water.

The harshness of this absurdity is that, we believe that we have control. Yet, I was lacking that at the present moment. That’s why I hurried very suddenly to the urinal, unzipped my formal pant, drawing out my penis - and began to piss.

I could feel my bladder lightening as the urine hurried down the urinary tracts to kiss the shiny urinal. Pissing is an intimate affair between the urea which was a waste for us (yet produced from what’s good for us) and the celibate urinal - which just likes getting pissed on. Sometimes I wonder who is pissing? And on whom?

I was still standing at the urinal, waiting for the final few drops to dissipate - when I realised how I was levelling shoulders with almost everyone present there. If they were really present here. All the urinals including mine were taken. Six different people were standing in a tightly cemented space, all pissing together at the same time. None of us cared about one another.

I couldn’t help but wonder about the urine-storming happening in the drains. We were together draining ourselves as wastes to fill the drains which were constructed publicly just to benefit from them. The truth is that those drains were there before us and they will still be there after us.

All of us over there would have been thinking about something. Piss was no-way near the thoughts that would have been in our minds. Piss was never to be paid heed to. Urinal was a place to think and not piss.

I know what I was thinking of. Not suddenly but due to happenstance, I felt extremely thirsty and it was all that my mind could trouble over.

By Hrishit Pandey