Food for thought…

Isn’t it weird that the greatest ideas occur to you only, and only, when you’re in the loo? And isn’t it also equally, if not extra-, weird that the moment you down that flush, you lose the great idea?

I bet you fifty bucks that the telephone was invented way before (and many times before) Graham Bell did it. It just so happened that the guy (or girl, if I want to be politically correct) was in the loo and before he (or she, oh man, political correctness!) could actually come up with GPRS and 3G, the flush was downed and the idea was lost for a few more centuries.

Moral of the story: Graham Bell’s toilet stank and nobody wanted to visit him.

It is so bad now that I have decided to take a notepad and pencil to the loo. I shall jot down the most wonderful thoughts of mine and try to express them in the most beautiful language possible. All that while I’m spewing out vile materials rejected by my body, that were temporarily stored in my large intestine, with varying degrees of stench depending on what I ate for dinner the previous night.

Now I am thinking about how ironic the title of the post is and yet how apt it is.

Oh well…

Amen.