Bad Habits?

September 28, 2017

Friday

They say: ‘Bad habits die hard’. I couldn’t agree more. But they never tell you what happens when those habits die, and you replace it with new good ones and then you reach a place where those good habits turn out to be the bad ones.

I had my three straight years spend with Lil di shouting from her room: ‘Bathroom bata niske pachi  Dhoka banda gar!’ With time and her long-lectures, I finally developed the habit. I am not saying I mastered the skill, but I think I raised above to that level in which: I would know that I had forgotten to close the doors and before she shouts, I would have closed it.

But here now I am in Gau. Things are quite different. Closing the door here is a capital crime because it confuses many whether the bathroom is in use or not. You must be wondering how silly of an argument this is. Let me explain it to you!

We have the bathroom outside the house, those classic ones you see in the depiction of many Bollywood movies. The good part of my gau is—there is electricity and you get one or two signals of Ncell 3G (it has nothing to do with the bathroom, I swear). Since this place has electricity, bathroom here isn’t gloomy and stinky, still nothing to do with my explanation.

What I am saying is they have a horrible locking system. From the inside, you have to apply a great deal of force to be able to lock it. And once you lock it, you have to apply even greater force to unlock it. And if you remember, but if you don’t, the chances may be either you haven’t been following my diary or I might never have written and I don’t want to read it myself to confirm it because nothing bores me more than my own writings, that almost everyone here in my family comprises of old people ranging from 50 to 90. People in this range of age usually don’t have that strength and willingness to lock their privacy. They are completely relied on friction of door that holds their privacy when they slam in hard until some hyper-strong and tensed fellow like me slams it open in the morning and visits a sight that one would never want to see first in the morning.

You still would be wondering what does it have to do with my bad habit of closing the bathroom door after I am out of it? If you think deeply, this all makes sense. There is code that makes sure everyone’s privacy is checked. And that is, nobody knocks or tries to open the bathroom door when it looks closed and you only get inside when it looks open. Midst this principle, if a fellow like me comes with his good habit of closing door after every time I come out of the bathroom, how many tensed situations you think gets created!