THE Toilet Seat Rodin's Blog

I came out of the shower and just stood right under the fan. The A.C. was gunning on all cylinders and it felt good to be feeling clean again. It was early evening- around 8 pm. I had come home half an hour ago after a hard day's work. My single malt , on the rocks, was waiting for me on the table. I'd made the drink before going in for the shower and now it was chilled, with rivulets of icy sweat running down the glass. What a bloody dichotomy, I thought, we sweat when we are hot, and whiskey sweats when it is cold! God! I needed a drink! In fact, I needed quite a few. I'd been busting my butt the last few days, trying to negotiate a good deal for our organically grown farm produce. The buyers had flown in from USA, driven a tough bargain, but had finally signed on the dotted line. For the next three years, they would buy most of the herbs that were being grown on our new farm. The new farm was my project, and not only had I faced a lot tough questioning from my old man a...

Madhavi felt herself fighting her way towards consciousness through a fog of unconsciousness. The first thing she became aware of was the intense cold that she was feeling. As she became more aware of her immediate surroundings, she realized that she was lying on the floor. Thankfully, the carpet was providing a degree of insulation from the floor chilled by the cold December weather.  However, there was nothing on top of her, and hence, the feeling of being cold.  Reluctantly, she opened her eyes. The act seemed to require a superhuman effort. Raising her head off the floor, she winced in pain. Yet another drinking binge had left her a familiar morning-after-present: a hangover headache.  As she became more aware of herself, she realized that she was still drunk and that her tongue tasted foul. "First things first", she thought as s he managed to pick herself off the carpet and head to the bathroom. Kneeling beside the pot, she shoved a finger down her throat to try and...