Locked!

Ladies and gentlemen! Presenting you the most pathetic incident that happened to the most stupid person in this world, Prem. Here, I wanted to tell you, I'm introducing myself. I was the concerned Prem. Did you want to know, why I said myself as the most stupid person? Because the most anguish thing has happened to me, just because of my stupidity. I was locked inside a tiny bathroom for almost 3 days and 2 nights. Sounds like a honeymoon package, but the truth is, I was trapped!

How did I lock inside a tiny bathroom? Is there anyone to help me to get out? How was my lifestyle for the past 3 days? Finally, have I been rescued or I was dead in the bathroom?

You were going to witness a thrilling survival story.

Welcome to "It's locked inside!"

The bathroom door was tapped hard. 'Please open the door,' mom screamed.

I was relaxing on the sofa, watching 'Kitab' movie with sheer interest, my ears didn't observe her scream. You shouldn't expect a film bluff's ears to wander around. Again the bathroom door was tapped hard, this time hit hard with a further scream. The frequency extremely higher even the TV anchor inside the TV could listen to her scream.

I got up from the sofa and dashed towards the bathroom. 'Wait, I will open,' I said to myself, patting the bathroom door. My mom stopped her ear-piercing scream. I pulled the bathroom lever and opened the door.

With great relief, my mom stepped out of the bathroom with a casual night fit.

'When will the plumber service this holder?' I asked mom. There was a problem with the bathroom holder. The holder was too slack, when we touch or try to pull it, the holder breaks and sticks with our hand. A person from inside couldn't open it as the holder is broke open. Either a person should shut the bathroom door but shouldn't lock it or he could lock the door, and scream from inside at outside bath roomers to sneak open the door. Just like my mom did. We all do the same way. Lock the door and scream from inside. So we have kept the useless broken holder piece outside the house. Broken things shouldn't keep inside the house, mom rule. 

'They said they were in Diwali holidays. They will come after 2 or 3 days I guess. Useless morons,' mom said.

'Stupid fellows. It's an emergency they should give priority to this. Shout at our owner,' I said,

 'He is one another stupid. Just adjust for 2 or 3 days. Plumbers will come,' mom said.

'Even they need holiday's right? Let them celebrate,' a bold male voice said from behind. My mom and I turned towards the voice, it was dad. He held a transparent plastic bag in his hand and kept it on the table, the plastic bag read

                            "MSR bakers

                            Quality   Taste  Healthy".

The smell of the pancake hit my nose and dragging me to have it.

'But within 6 months the holder is getting repaired again and again,' mom said.

'Will speak with the owner this time. Or we won't pay the maintenance fee,' dad said. He is intelligent at handling problems.

'Ok get ready soon, will leave,' dad said to mom.

'You guys were leaving early?' I asked. 'We have booked travels on noon right?'

'We have some purchase works. Need to go early!' mom said. Of course, there is no better romantic story you could spot than between ladies and purchase!

My mom and dad were going to my uncle's daughter's marriage. Even they asked me to come to the marriage. I won't. Because of two things:

I'm not interested in attending a relative's marriage. My college won't allow leave for three days. After some time, my mom and dad got ready for travel. They have booked individual car travels for the marriage, owing to the corona pandemic.

'Ok, Prem, please take care, don't try to cook, eat at hotels, and attend the class on time. Don't roam outside,' my mom said and hugged me tightly.

I was nodding for all the stuff, like a Tanjore doll.

'Hey Prem, we have left both the keys here, so stay safe and take care of the house,' dad said.

'Why so? You carry a key and I will have one key with me.' I said. 'That's what we have made two keeps right? But lock the home outside. If needed I will open it'

'At least if there are neighbors nearby, we could give it to them,' I pin-pointed them. We have neighbors but a little far, nearly 30 feet away from us. Actually, we live in an individual house. I'm not a big fan of individual houses. I don't find any buddy to play or chat with.

My mom and dad locked the home from outside as I said and took a key. I smiled to myself, 3 days and 2 nights, I would be blessed. I would drink, watch cricket, and enjoy. I believed the next 3 days would be the most memorable days of my life. I thought of calling my friend home. "Let me call after bathing," I said and turned off the TV, and stepped into the bathroom. I locked the bathroom from inside. And removed my dress. Hey wait, I have locked the door from inside.

'OMG!' I locked the bathroom door. Sh*t! As usual, I have locked myself in. I couldn't open the door. My parents were not in the home as well. They would return after 3 days. How could I open the bathroom door? But I'm a man of "Never ever give up," this would not just be written in my resume. But I would implement it in my life as well. I thought of break open the door. The only choice I have so far. I tried opening the door. I tried to pull the door as hard as I could. Still, the door hasn't moved an inch. I held a huge sigh. I gathered all the strength, with the greatest strength I have ever used in my life, I tried pulling the door. Still, the result is the same. Even the door is of "Never ever give up" attitude I believe. The greater I tried to pull the door; the greater it is not letting me pull the door.

At least, I could try to slam the door hard. There may be some chances of some screws getting looser and so I could open the door. B A N G! I slammed the door hard. I imagined myself as the hulk, from top to toe. With energy gained, again I slammed the door hard. As hard as I could. With two hands I tried, still, I couldn't even get the result I needed. The door was still straight. It was as stone-studded as a mountain. Even the neighbors couldn't hear me. Neighbors were somewhat away from us, 30 feet away from us. The door slamming inside our home could be like a pin-dropping noise for them.

If I continue to hit hard, I can but the Teak wood door wouldn't respond anyway. And my hand would feel the pain more than my heart.

Frustrated, I closed the toilet seater and sat on top of it, and looked around. I was locked inside a 10*10 room. There was a brush stand (with brush and paste) on the extreme left side of me. And phenol, toilet brush, and HIT occupy the left side of mine. There was a stack rack where the soaps, shampoo, and sanitizers have. To my right side, a simple hanger hangs onto the wall. Of course, I need to tell you, if I was living in this room for more than 1 hour is because of the Odonil room freshener. It keeps the bathroom pleasing and makes me breathe a bit easier. I was making a mental note of "What were the ways to get out of the locked bathroom?" Sitting and dreaming inside a bathroom is a different ball game. Even a 5-star hotel couldn't match the feel. But here I was trapped.

I started making mental notes. You couldn't find any notepad or pen inside a bathroom.

I could open the door or break open the door. But in this case both tried and not possible. So it is cut-off.I could open the door or break open the door.I could call my neighbors and surrounding people. But they were far from my house and even screaming from the bathroom, which is deep inside of our house. Even though neighbors were near, my voice reaching to next house is a tough call. I can scream but for how long I could. So even, this point is cut-off. Calling neighbors and surrounding people. I don't have a mobile phone. Of course, I don't bring my mobile phones to the bathrooms. I was not a person watching porn or making music videos. So even the point is out of option. Calling friends through mobiles.

I got up from the toilet seat and flushed the toilet. What else I could do? The only decent activity inside the bathroom is flushing! I'm not that great at other stuff.

I noticed a ray of sunlight peep through the glass and struck at my left eye. I looked at the hole. There was a mosquito net screen covering the hole with 4 glasses placed parallel to each other, slightly tilted. It was inclined in 120 degrees, like any other bathroom glasses.

An idea of an iron rod struck at my head, symbolizing the flash of a 0 watts bulb. I could remove the glass and try to call my neighbors for help. What an idea sir ji!

Who said calling neighbors and surrounding people is out of option? Well, things were turned upside down, and I feel this idea could work out.

Slowly, I removed the mosquito net screen and placed it on the hanger. Then I started removing the glass one by one. The glass was too hard to be removed; it was placed rock-solid with the glass-holder. I thought of breaking the glass with any other hard-hitting material. But then, if the glass hits anyone on their top. It would be risky. Extremely risky. Inch by inch, I started to take it off the glass from the glass holder. While taking the second glass, the glass took a bit on my finger and a little bit of blood started to stretch above. I licked the blood and continued taking the glass. It was not a big injury. Just a scratch on my finger. Within 20 mins, I have removed all the glasses. After removing the glasses, it felt there was enough room for a kid to go inside it. I shouted "H E L P M E". Screamed, "HELP ME". I have done all sorts of stuff to save myself. But none responded. I don't understand whether due to covid-19 people are staying inside their house. Still, I didn't give up. I screamed for almost another 10 mins. No response. Only my mouth and stomach responded. I felt hungry. The snacks dad brought were just in reaching distance but I couldn't reach out. The TV was within reaching distance but I couldn't reach out. Even the bathroom holder (outside) is in touching distance, but I couldn't touch it. Everything seemed so near, yet so far.

The only reaching distance was the water flowing from the tap. I knew the water in the bathroom is not clean water, but I don't have any other option, I was feeling thirsty. I kept my mouth under the tap and drank water. The last time I drank water like this was in school while playing cricket.

I don't have any pen or paper to write it down and throw down. I don't have any communication channels or sources to contact any.

Suddenly, I could listen to the raindrops from outside. It's raining. I knew 100%; ladies would take their dried dress from the terrace. I kept my face onto the hole, ready to roar for "help". As I expected, a lady came running to take her clothes. "Help! Help!!" I screamed. She turned here and there; I was shaking my hands and screaming for help. She looked here and there for seconds and went down with her clothes. I guess owing to the huge distance in terms of height, she could listen and see me. This attempt also flops. But this attempt could succeed after hours I believe if anyone comes out to the terrace. Thug, I could have thrown the bathroom cleaning brush or Harpic or some other items on them to mark my presence. It didn't strike me at that time. 

I sat on the toilet, held a huge sigh. Frustrated! I don't know what else. I could do that. I sat on the toilet again, thinking how I could proceed further. I couldn't find anything or anyone to help. The dawn turned into dusk. But I couldn't progress anything. I was still stuck in the room. I haven't eaten. Drank the unclean tap water. If anything is properly done, I bathed well, twice after a long time and brushed thrice for every session, and spent a relaxed time on pee and toilet. In my life, I never believed I would spend a whole day in a bathroom. Generally, people term a bathroom as a restroom. Today I get to know the true meaning of that. Even I spent the night sleeping on the toilet seat. Of course, it wasn't a comfortable seat, but still, at one point in time, I slept sleeping unconsciously.

I got up the next day and fresh up. I felt hungry. I couldn't fast for more than a day. No, where in the world, you couldn't find an eatable in the bathroom. While looking here and there, my eyes gazed at the soap. I zoomed in. Yippee! I got an eatable. Its soap. For the first time in history, a person is going to consume soap as his breakfast. Luckily, it was a large soap, and we all three use individual soap, so I have three soaps on the whole. After a non-satisfying yet tasty breakfast, I was again looking for some help out there through the small hole.

I was gazing at the bathroom hole frequently. Suddenly, our neighbor's daughter came to the terrace, listening to songs. I looked at her and screamed for help. She was immersed in the songs, physic girl didn't listen to me. This time, I didn't miss the opportunity. I threw the Harpic bottle towards her. It went close to her and just landed 10 inches in front of her. She looked upside, here and there, like her mom. I screamed extremely louder, the most I could. She turned towards me. She zoomed her eyes, looking at me. I shouted "Help!" and waved my hand for help. She got furious, she thought I was saying "Hi". Already I don't have a good relationship with them, I have proposed to that girl and she reported to her parents and that was a big conflict a long time back. No one would ever say "Hi" from bathrooms. So, she neglected me thinking I was doing something crap. I took the HIT and threw it towards her. Excellent throw it landed just at her place but it's of no use. She left the terrace and reached her home. Even because of the earphones in her ears, she believed something rather than help.

Again the process continued, I screamed, shouted, and again as usual no response. Even I thought of jumping from the hole, but for my size, it's impossible. I don't have any paper or pen to write down "Help" and throw it somewhere near the terrace of a nearby building.

Anger hits on top of my head, my parents who preferred an individual lonely house rather than flats. The plumber refuses to come on the holidays, though you can sense its emergency. On corona, if the world is normal, neighbors would move often and they could notice me. Moody climate and showers, at least neighbors would hang their wet clothes on the terrace. Finally, on me, for locking the bathroom door, knowing there is no holder inside.

Finally, three days and 2 nights were passed, getting up from the toilet seat, pee, brushing, bathing, and eating soap, drinking clean less water, screaming for help, sleep, and repeat! This was a pathetic lifestyle.

Today, my parents would return home. At least they could save me, I believed. My last hope. Luckily I told them to take the keys, or else the situation would have been worse. While thinking, I heard a sound on my house gate. Is that my parents? I asked myself. I heard a male and female voice speaking something about my cleanliness. It's my mom and dad. I screamed and slammed the bathroom door. "H E L P". I screamed.

Mom and dad turned towards the bathroom and rushed to open the door. Off, I stepped from the bathroom after 3 days and two nights. Finally, I was rescued. Jumping from the floor, I hugged mom and dad! I expected a memorable 3 days, but I never thought this would be that memorable. Life-teaching days.

Thanks, mom, dad, Hamam soap, corporation water, Odonil air freshener, and last but not least myself. Though I haven't succeeded in any of the attempts, I tried. I was clueless but hopeful something would turn around. The belief is most important. And trying is most important than winning!.

'What happened? You have locked inside? For how many hours?' carrying mom asked.

'Hours,' I laughed out loud. 'It's 3 days and 2 nights,' I wanted to tell her. 'Please call the plumber and tell it to fix him immediately,' I said, instead.