Life, the city and everything else

**READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED**
**CONTAINS STRONG LANGUAGE AND A LOT OF TALK OF BODILY FUNCTIONS (ONE IN PARTICULAR)**
**IF SUCH CONTENT AROUSES WITHIN YOU FEELINGS OF OFFENCE AND DISGUSTS, DO NOT READ FURTHER, OR AT LEAST DO NOT TELL ME ABOUT IT**

**YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED**
What is the point of civilization if people choose not to act civilized?

Why must everyone just make every attempt to get on someone else's nerves, many times just for the heck of it!

I get that it's a dog-eat-dog world and all that, but if you wanted to behave like a dog so bad, why did you not just get rid of all those pesky clothes (not everyone gets to be Paris Hilton's dog) and growl and bite into oblivion?

This may be true with other animals as well, but I cannot help but draw parallels between that man peeing on the wall the dog peeing on the wheels of that shiny new Mercedes. I do not agree with the notion that when a man's gotta go, a man's gotta go; ever heard of bladder control? In case the word "control" sound a bit unfamiliar, do not despair, it's not the first you chose to ignore it. What happened to your mothers teachings on holding it in, reaching an enclosed space (with sufficient plumbing), dropping trou and then letting loose?

Forget all of that, let's assume that no one taught you. Let's also assume that you have some sense of personal hygiene based on the fact that you cared to unzip before you relieved yourself. Then how, pray tell, do you ignore the fact when you stand in front of a wall and do the No. 1, it will have a tendency to flow in the downward direction (thanks to gravity) and form a pool at the base of the wall. This pool will increase in surface area every passing second. Do you have any idea what that means? You will eventually be standing in a pool of your own excretion. Let's also assume that there was a lot to be let out (it was urgent enough to be in public). This only contributes to a larger puddle under your feet. Also, considering that you did not possess the necessary fortune required to visit your nearest "Sulabh Shauchalaya", you are probably wearing open footwear. Still feeling relieved? All this without even mentioning the splatter (don't get me started on the splatter).

For a country that is so proud of its "Heritage" and "Culture" and this and that, we really are quite liberal about who we pee on, even if it is ourself. Only on the streets of this country can you get a taste of the double-standard everyone chooses to live by. A person baring him/herself on the side of a street or railway track is part of the scenery, but a motion picture featuring 'risqué' scenes is the result of western culture poisoning the minds of the young and the impressionable. You decide which one you would rather stop.

All of this, however, has absolutely no point whatsoever. If you're reading this, you belong to one of two categories of people; the ones that agree with me and the ones that do not. The ones who agree will be nodding and smiling and in general agreeing. The ones who do not agree, will have a smirk on their faces knowing that no amount of words are going to stop them.

So, what now?

Nothing, obviously. They are not going to stop and neither am I. This is only the first in many such posts; assuming I don't get bored along the way.