The journey from Sirsi - my hometown to Bangalore is picturesque. Even more so now because of rains all over the state. Green forests with tall trees, paddy fields some of which are swallowed by rain water, rocky hillocks and concrete jungle.
But one word which describes my journey this time is "sandas". As in toilet, loo, rest room. Yes, I can see your sarcastic grin there. As everyone who is anyone is talking about Sandas, she is doing same. To get more page views.
But that is not my reason. My reasons are - my age, a long weekend of happy time at maternal home and my gender. As our journey started in the morning, I needed to relieve myself some where. But we the women, can not relieve ourselves anywhere. We need a proper toilet. Who will build a toilet for us in the middle of jungle when there are very few such toilets even in cities like Bangalore?
Hence the search started for some decent restaurant - decent enough to have ladies toilet. And the search was difficult - from a vehicle moving at 100 kph.
But no. We could not locate restaurants on the road until we reached Sira. This road is a national high way - NH4.
So I sat with a grumpy face and of course a very full bladder.
Come on. The high way collects almost 300 rupees as Toll. Why can't these people build some rest rooms? They can collect money as well. We would be glad to pay as long as we get to empty our bladder.
But one word which describes my journey this time is "sandas". As in toilet, loo, rest room. Yes, I can see your sarcastic grin there. As everyone who is anyone is talking about Sandas, she is doing same. To get more page views.
But that is not my reason. My reasons are - my age, a long weekend of happy time at maternal home and my gender. As our journey started in the morning, I needed to relieve myself some where. But we the women, can not relieve ourselves anywhere. We need a proper toilet. Who will build a toilet for us in the middle of jungle when there are very few such toilets even in cities like Bangalore?
Hence the search started for some decent restaurant - decent enough to have ladies toilet. And the search was difficult - from a vehicle moving at 100 kph.
But no. We could not locate restaurants on the road until we reached Sira. This road is a national high way - NH4.
So I sat with a grumpy face and of course a very full bladder.
Come on. The high way collects almost 300 rupees as Toll. Why can't these people build some rest rooms? They can collect money as well. We would be glad to pay as long as we get to empty our bladder.
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