Women Washrooms: places for friendships & latest gossip scoop

Women washrooms are not just washrooms; they are the areas of social gatherings. You’ll see friendships budding and evolving there, you’ll hear discussions about almost everything – from balloon to boulder, boyfriends to bosses.

From the serious group talks to just a hey-nod, you become washroom friends in that area equivalent to watercooler. ‘Sink Talk’ is the concept similar to ‘Watercooler Talk’, happening just behind the closed doors of female washrooms.

Discussions of same level of intensity happen there too!

A trip to the bathroom can magically blossom into a new friendship. Who hasn’t had these conversations while waiting in the loo?

Holding pee is no way to live! Why can’t she hurry up? Well, seriously, what is she doing in there?
Possibly, having a baby! Eh?

The sob stories! He doesn’t deserve you. You deserve so much better.
When you see a girl huddled by three friends while she sobs, and you eavesdrop for a few seconds, you get what the matter is!

‘I love your top’ translates to Instant best friends!
Who doesn’t love compliments and they are freely available in the washroom queue. A small talk about where is it bought from gives you your new fashion destination and a new best friend. Bingo!

Washroom is not just a place to strike friendships, it is also a place to get the interesting scoop on what’s hot on your floor.

Interesting phone conversations happening inside the restroom cabin gives you a not-needed yet interesting insight on what her evening plans are, or who is she crushing on.

From colleague’s secrets to their issues with the boss and everything in between, to know these, head to the washroom!

What you now and then also encounter is…bitching about You!
If you have issues with someone at workplace, there’s a high chance you’ll become a sink-talk topic. But why let it get to you, when you do that too.

As for me, I landed with HR, in the first week of my new job while bitching about a colleague in the washroom. What I wasn’t aware of was, she was inside one of the cabins. I mean, I had just called her a ‘certified loser’. Was it that big a thing to be taken to the HR? Huh!

Cockroaches feel lonely too

Cockroaches seem to have a vendetta against me. They have terrorised me ever since I was a kid. But recently, when I moved to a new abode, these horrible creatures upped their game and their attacks grew worse.

They are everywhere.

Imagine, you venture into the kitchen in the middle of the night to satisfy your craving. And out of nowhere, a cockroach dashes past you. Caught by surprise, you squish it using your shoe or slipper.

You get into your bed, feeling something under the pillow, praying for it to be a hair tie, but deep down, you know what have you just squished in your hands.

You open cupboard, they are wearing your clothes and sitting like a mannequin right there. You throw your ironed clothes on the floor, holding slipper in one hand and Mortein in another, giving them an insecticide bath.

If only that had put an end to it. These creatures come in various shapes and sizes, and some are winged too!

As if they weren’t creepier already.

Know what’s scarier than a cockroach? A flying cockroach!

And what’s scarier than a flying cockroach? A cockroach going out of sight.
Then you spending the rest of the night lying in terror on my mattress thinking of it crawling around the room awaiting its revenge.

Shit hits the fan when you wake up, walk groggily to the bathroom, only to see cockroaches having a water-cooler conversation. In a matter of seconds you are fully awake, and armed.

A cockroach I saw recently was a Daredevil, sitting on the nozzle of Mortein spray bottle. I gave him an applause with my slipper.

One day, I got to know that cockroaches also get lonely in isolation. I started sympathising with them. It was as if, they wanted to be around me for company. And I was so wrong in calling them terrorising. All they wanted me to do was a little feather poking. It apparently stimulates their physical development.

Since then, whenever I spot a cockroach sitting gloomily in my closet or behind the shoe rack, I walk up to it, and say, “don’t you worry, I’m lonely too. We can be each other’s company in this pigeon hole.”

I gain its confidence and Bam! Squishy gooey cockroach’s carcass sticking to the bottom of my slipper speaks of betrayed trust.