Oh these summers in Nagpur,
makes me so irritable. The temperatures here sores to 48 degrees Celsius.
Coolers don’t help, thirst is not quenched merely by drinking water and I don’t
feel like moving out during the day. Amidst all this if you are suffering from
tooth ache, it is the worst punishment, just like the old ch***se way, to be
hung by the thumb. Slowly the entire body weight is managed by that little
thumb and the person dies in agony and pain. Tooth ache is very similar to
that.
They say an adult has 32 teeth.
I have 30 at this moment and the other two are fighting to erupt. God knows why
they are wisdom tooth, when by the time they arrive people are totally at loss
of wisdom “pun intended”!! So continuing with my ordeal, this Sunday I was
sitting in one corner of my room and cursing my fate. Why, why on this holy
earth do I need another pair of teeth, when I can manage pretty well with the
existing 30? Cutting, tearing, grinding all of it, at times biting too, you
know what I mean (sheepish smile). Nobody answered my question, not even the
almighty.
As the day grew longer and
never ending so was the pain, long and never ending just like the female ursa.
I desperately needed to see the dentist. No tooth pain is cured without
visiting a dentist. So I chose to do it the tough way, the doctor’s way. As it
was a Sunday no doctor was available so I had to wait for another day to get
rid of the pain. That night as I slept I saw this handsome guy, very smartly
dressed. His hair was done neatly and he looked so pleasant, I walked with him
inside the glass door, he made me comfortable and we started to chat.
Suddenly!! The handsome man turned into a giant monster with a mirror and a
drilling machine, my mouth wide open and the position was one or two or three in
life that lack dignity. Yes you guessed that right I was sitting on a dentist’s
chair. My mouth being worked on like cross sections of road. Oh what a terrible
sight that was. I woke up with a start to see if there was any concrete in my
mouth. Luckily that was just a dream.
I narrated the dream to my
mother and she listened like three year old. I was being dramatic with her
while narrating it, she got so petrified, and she cancelled her appointment
with the dentist (I can take up the
profession of a story teller). Anyway, if you are thinking I am still
suffering from the pain, then let me give you a good news, finally, like
finally I become the wisest in the family with 32 teeth in my mouth and also I
am the youngest to have them all (Tada!!)
So if you think it’s going to
hurt just a little bit, think twice, because if the apple keeps the doctor
away, dreams keep dentist’s bill away!! (wink wink)