At last!!!...me too in the world of blog..ahem.
I was constantly searching for a topic to write about..and know what..my life suddenly started taking some serious turns..i was too affected by them, that I thought I would never be able to put the experience into words….but then..VOILA!! someone else did that for me, and I am ever soo grateful to that guy, and the first entry in the blog dedicated to this guy!!!!
I became acquainted with him in the first year of my college..he just seemed ordinary then, a pain in the neck…didn’t give him a second thought then…
But now, my dear friend, you are my solace….wow!! how I underestimated your power of communication then!! I am soo sorry….forgive my ignorance, your
I never took it seriously when he said “ some tortures are physical, and some are mental, but the one that is both is dental”
Yeah, you guessed right..well, that is to say, if you guessed right, you are one of those humiliated souls, who has had the misfortune of lying down in a dentist’s chair..and when I mentioned this, could instantly remember the smell of something that horribly smells like something very horrible(I am at a loss of words here to explain that particular horrible smell)
And if u are one of those who thought..”dental? u mean something connected with ur
So, all those who are with me, lets continue…..
I will share with you some of my friend’s thoughts on this particular subject..before that,Ogden
He did mention once, in the same conversation, “ so hard to retain you calm, when your fingernails are making serious alterations in your life line or love line or some other important line in your palm…” ah!! I am sure, my dream hero, who I was destined to get married to, is no longer so, coz I must have completely changed my future,in just one sitting in that dentist’s chair…..palm readers, u just lost a customer, I doubt if ur powers are upto the mark to predict my future anymore…
No,no..against the dentist, I bear no grudge..well, ahem,anybody who is up for total honesty here? Then u may go straight to the exit door too…..i have sort of put my complete trust in this doc of mine, that I just can’t bring myself to curse him anymore…after two years,if my teeth goes from bad to worse…………then heaven help u doc!! But as for now..i will just acknowledge I have no grudge against you..
Even though it is entirely his fault that my mouth tastes like …….well, I am at a loss of words here too, to describe the taste..is it bitter? No. sour? Well, close.soury bitter?? Better. all those who take ayurvedic medicines, might be able to help me here…according to Ogden,my friend,the thing in my mouth is something generally used to put shine on a horse’s hoof..
Again, Ogden says
I was born with perfect eyes, perfect hands and legs, almost perfect skin, a very cute beauty spot on my cheek…everything was perfect..until, my teeth started showing their true colours.they were like..ahem.. a malayali queue.. you know, the ones we see at the government offices and bus stops??? Ah;) from that smile of recognition from your face, I know you are a malayali….
Well, now you know how my teeth was..my amma was too worried, probably because of the marriage issue. So soon after the doc announced that I am at that minimum age fit for putting braces, she took me to a dentist. Ah! How I remember the confused, perplexed, worried, what-am-i-going-to-do-with-you, heaven-help-me look on his face!!! I am sure he recognized right away that my teeth were a challenge, but still, examined me for over an hour..and because, and only because it was his means of living, he agreed to treat my teeth..
So began the first part of the journey, pain, humiliation, pain, blood, pain, horrible smells and tastes, pain, lengthy appointments, pain, hunger hours, pain…did I mention the whole thing was painful?
After a year, he gave up. Had to. But he did do something, I was kinda ok. My teeth now just looked like they need braces, the queue phase was over. They just needed a push here and there, I guess he made the work for his successor easy. This doctor after removing my braces, asked me to come back after six months, maybe then, he hoped some technology will be invented that wld make my teeth luk normal…tch tch..the guy overestimated the growth of technology it seems….
Ahem..its been six years from then..aw, come on…no one wld go bak to the dentist if given a choice, and I was just a victim of experiences!!
But now, a need arised, I had to put on braces,..again!!!my life ws getting happier, and I started d to laugh, and the teeth began to show..well, you get the idea!!!
So here I am, back to the dentist’s chair…no, not the same dentist, that would have been boring.i chose another dentist this time. Variety is the spice of life,right??
This doctor said, to my relief, that he will not try to extract any more teeth from my mouth..that was indeed a relief, I am not that cooperative during this certain process, it is a nightmare for my mother and the one who attempts to do that. But while I am writing this, I have been through some more sittings, and trust me, there are things that a dentist can do with that tools of his that would make the extraction of teeth seem comparitively entirely painless, and even a soothing, delightful experience!!
“man has to go continually to the dentist to keep his teeth in good condition,when the chief reason he wants the teeth in good condition is so that he won’t have to go to the dentist”
Haa….Ogden Nash!!! The ninth chapter in my English poetry text started with ur ur
Okies..i just hope the ugly duckling story could be true these days too…but right now, I am too exhausted with painful memories and hunger..i am not allowed to eat what people normally eat, the doc made sure of that! But everything has a silver lining..my diet for some time will include a lot of liquid food, aaand….ICE CREAMS!!!! Will try all favours..i am open to suggestions, anything without nuts please..ppl!!
Okies dokies then…You people take care..and cya around!!
