Forgive the scatological reference

A week back, I suffered from one of the most personally embarrassing physical health condition ever. Diarrhea . I was totally drained of all fluids in my body, pretty much like a very bad hangover after an all night binge of drinks and party.

The doctors were pumping in 8-10 liters of glucose and saline inside my body, but the output was barely 300 ml. I was a human sponge. Taking in all of that and still wanting more. How I wish this was the case during my hard partying days. I could have outdrunk everyone under the table. Sigh… anyway this affliction got me thinking. ( ya I know.. of all the things to get my brain to think, I wouldn’t have imagined a stimulus from the bottom of the spine.)

Ok…where was i…. yeah…thinking. It got me thinking all right. It got me thinking about all sorts of crazy dirty stuff, some of which is too bad to even mention in my blog( as bad as it is)
Then I did some more thinking as to what exactly I can have this post about. In case you were wondering I arrived at ..ya ..that’s right..nothing. So I decided to talk about my convalescence and about the other affliction that is affecting India right now. The diarrhea of the verbal kind.

Some people can never stop. Even when they are told to stop. Even when its in their best interest to stop. Even when they are forced to stop. How many times have I been assaulted by this most disgusting form of social recreation I wouldn’t know. Our politicians don’t seem to be able to stop it. Our stars don’t seem to be able either. Our sportsmen aren’t successful either. Everywhere you turn people keep shoveling buckets load of high quality “mierda” (check ur Spanish dictionary, hombre).

You try ignoring them, you try snubbing them, and you try replying to them, you can try whatever you want. It just wouldn’t stop. They are into their own space and own beliefs as to the relevance and glam factor of their haranguing and has to how disgusting or discomforting it might be to others.

….uh maybe I have been doing just what I have been talking about. Have I ? Ok , I heard that. Sorry for this outburst…(what did you say..”too late” ?) I said I am sorry right ….oh go to hell. I am a patient who is recovering and I can do what I want.. 