My Best foot forward

Music: Stairway to heaven

I notice that when no one's looking, I occasionally dance a furtive step or two. That would make me a bathroom dancer. The bathroom, as we all know and do not admit, is the temple of all art. It is the one place that provides such security and comfort that inhibitions go gurgling down the drain. Look at me, for instance. I'm a bathroom singer and I'm a bathroom dancer. As a bathroom painter my fingers can't resist foggy mirrors. I'm a bathroom installation artist; my finely directed streams do things with naphthalene balls in urinals that Marcel Duchamp could only dream of. I'm even a bathroom toreador -- once on a trek, I was relieving myself on a grassy slope when a bull snorted, "That was my lunch, mister!" and charged at me. In fact, coming clean, I seem to be a whole academy of bathroom arts.

Now that I'm out of the closet: anyone for a dance? I'm not very good, but I promise to put my best foot forward. And perhaps I could teach you a move or two with the towel.

Comments

Anonymous said…
nice!
Ankur said…
@gemini_007.....

well then I think everyone can dance...
move your right foot in and left one out... and do the boogie woogieeeee....

sure....soon would catch up with your feet gemini :)
Ankur said…
@anon
Thankoooooooo

anon how about leaving a name behind.... :)

me bad at this guessing game :P

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