On Private Matters of the Pant

The lights were lit, some songs started playing, and the cinema screen flashed "interval" and the hall started emptying out. And discussion started on the movie, lot of which revolved around the heroine's cleavage, and what a view the hero would have had from such close quarters. And very little discussion around her acting abilities.

The men were ambling out of the hall. A few of them rushed to the loo. A few to the food court queue. A few were just doing some mid movie review and giving marks out of hundred. And the remaining ones didn't even budge from their place in the hall. Either sleeping or being financially prudent.

Among the men going to the restroom, these two were the last. Their walk to the restroom was marked with silence. They entered the restroom to find all the closets full. As is the norm, they positioned themselves behind the two individuals answering their natural calls. And as it often happens, by the time they could actually step into the closet covered by a slab of marble on either side, the rest room had emptied out.

The younger one turned on the tap, looked down and unzipped, and started his leak. The older man, was looking upwards while unzipping, and turned to the young man, on to his left, and said "I have been wanting to ask you something."

"Mmm." The young man was breaking his vow not to open his mouth in the urinals. Some aversion he had. "Yeah Sir."

"It's been almost 7 months since you got married, right?"

"9 months sir."

"Yeah. Nine months. Feb to November is nine months. I was a bit confused."

"Yes Sir. Its almost nine months." The young one observed that the sound of water hitting the closet has changed slightly, and looked down to check if he was leaking on the floor, or much worse, on his pants. He wasn't.

"Now, I know this is a bit sensitive. But, please understand that I intend no harm for you." The old man was almost turning to his left now. The young man noticed that the sound of water had stopped.

"No problem sir."

"See, your wife is not yet pregnant, right?"

The young man sensed where the discussion was heading. Something which he wasn't comfortable with. Something he hated to discuss. Something he considered too personal. Still, it was his boss. "Nopes. Why?"

"These days, you know, the new generation, your generation, plan everything. I am not pointing you per se. Am just making an observation. A general one. They plan everything, you know, like when to have the kid, when not to have kid. Some people, you know, also plan, whether to have a kid. You know?"

The young man just nodded.

"I just hope that you are not planning these things. These happen naturally. I mean, a child is a God's gift. You or I should not actually plan these things. You understand what I  mean?"

"Yes Sir. I understand it clearly. I generally don't...." .

Before he could complete, the older man interrupted and continued. "So, I just wish and hope that you and your missus aren't actually planning to delay your first child."

The young man continued to look downwards to finish his leak, knowing well the old man had decided to talk, irrespective what he thought.

"Or if despite your efforts, if a child is not happening, I would suggest that you visit a doctor immediately. You know, these days, there are lot of couples struggling to have one, despite their best, you know, efforts to have one. A relative of mine had some medical issues, and we took her to the doctor at the early stage itself, and could address the same. Now, she is a happy mother of two." The old man was still looking in the direction of young man.

The young man zipped his fly, and turned on the water tap once again, waited for a few moments, and stepped back. "Yeah sir. I can see what you are trying to convey."

"Thats good, my boy. Thats good."

"I'll just rush and get couple of bottles of water for us before the movie starts." He wanted leave the place, which was stinking, more because of the topic, than the unwatered urinals.

"Wait a minute." The old man wouldn't relent."One more thing..." saying, the old man looked down, "Oh, shit." He quickly zipped, and stepped out of the closet. His entire trousers were wet with his urine."I didn't even realize it. Shit. Shit." He took out his hand kerchief, and started rubbing them over his trousers, trying to make them dry. He moved towards the wash and wet his kerchief and once again tried to clean away the urine dirt. "I didn't realize. I should have noticed."

"Yeah sir. You should have. But..." The young man wanted to restrain himself against his boss. He simply couldn't and continued ".... But, you were busy talking about my dick, forgetting what you were doing with yours."