The phenyl peddlers

I have been thinking about what should i write next, till now i have shared my nights and birthdays with people around.But what i wrote previously is a sheer piece of shit.Nobody must give a damn about how happy was my birthday and how lonely are my nights.So i thought, lets write something lighter and something relevant outside my bedroom.And you know where i landed up?? in my living room! (what a leap? i wonder).

So what has been a constant annoyance to me for past few years is taking shape of an article here. Anyways let me put more light on the matter.Actually my mom insists that the family enjoys its meal together specially dinner.(she adheres to the notion that the family which eats together lives together).At the time of dinner our T.V. remains on cause either its the time for those made for mom k-soaps or if i get a bit luckier its time for some clichéd news channel which untiringly tell us about a 5 year old boy who fell into a well and how after 2 hours of hardship they managed to deliver a 5 rupee chocolate to him(get a life man!).And if you thought that these things annoy me, wait a minute i am yet to tell you about the real piss off (actually shit!).

What troubles me are the commercial breaks at prime time.I know its the best time for selling anything from pencils to planes but atleast spare us from watching shitty commodes while we are dinning. There are many Roshan Abbas and hussains who dressed up in a sweepers uniform knock some old and fragile looking door.They are always answered by some sari clad woman with unsurprisingly surprised expressions.The task of the Abbas & hussains is simple,they promise the woman a much more whiter and cleaner commode with the use of their brand of phenyl.In the process of showing their sanitary skills they first torture you by showing the filthiest pot you have ever seen in the woman's house itself , then they apply their phenyl to the pot, rinse it and yippee the pot is as white and bright as the smile on the woman's face after witnessing this miracle.And if you don't remember let me remind you that while the whole drama of this shit-pot cleaning is being played to us we are dinning.

So my dear phenyl peddlers it is much in the public interest that you stop shitting while everyone else is eating!

Oh by the way i came across something interesting while writing this piece of shit,there are three meanings of the word throne. According to dictionary-

throne:

1. The chair of state for a monarch, bishop, etc.
2. A plumbing fixture for defecation and urination(i.e. a commode)
3. The position and power of an exalted person (a sovereign or bishop) who is entitled to sit in a chair of state on ceremonial occasions

So next time you are shitting feel like a king.

stinkingly yours,

khukii