My Dad's Visit to the Dentist!!!

For quite some time i had been pondering over the easy chair which i happened to witness at the dental college during my efforts to see what was  there inside my mouth apart from the bad breath and fuming smoke it could bring forth. Jokes apart i fell in love with that great easy chair on which they make the people glide and slide while with utmost concentration and endeavor they hold their teeth one after the another to inspect and discard which ever is necessary.

The chair was so slanting that one had to proportionately balance his or her weight for the fear of getting slanted once for all and lie peacefully on the floor beneath.  ( Yet to experience that exquisite pleasure).  Still the skilled ones with a many missing tooth would have acquired the wisdom of this antics by this time to grab the handles by the side and open wide their mouths to the greatest possible extent  which they would not have done in lives except for this purpose but even in their days of emaciated hunger to grab the food. All these people juxtaposed in a concourse with a open mouth eyes yearningly looking up to heaven reminded me of the atavistic instinct of the Israelite looking towards heaven to receive the manna.

The Skills of the doctor and of the patient now enjoined to accomplish as a seasoned ballet dancer entwined to relinquish the tooth of its deep rooted attachment. At last it came off with a suddenness twisting and making the doc and the patient to wonder at once of its barbarian looks and the size of the better half which had buried and embedded itself surreptitiously. The ordeal was over and patient still had his mouth wide open since the strain had made him to go in to a paralysis and had made the posture fixed as he now was much used to this posture.  The doc was now perturbed and she had to take the consultation of many others and with their help forced the lower articulated jaw in to the older slot by which time the patient was into a deep slumber unobtrusive of his past predicament.  

I could not but kept ruminating as to what could be the reason for a dreamless slumber and all that I was able to do was to nod at the comfort of the chair.  A splendid one.

My Dad's Article

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Let me start my blog with my Dad's article..

Will start sharing my thoughts from the next edition...

THE FORBIDDEN DESIRE

As I commute to and fro to my office and home, I happen to pass by a motley collection from the vendors on the streets which I walk through, and of the places I come across. Of all of this one particular variety was luring me towards it with its magnificent colour and wonderful nostalgia it could kindle in my memory.

I had to contemplate of this at length whether I could fall a prey to its enchanting aroma, inviting flavor or its mouth-watering juice. People used to think of me to be crazy when they see me standing stock still and keep staring at it with a gaping mouth but what a constant war I was waging with my conscience they wouldn't know. How may times in a day or how many days in the month I won the war with my conscience to overcome the lingering lust of its sweetened nostalgia of the close association and acquisition I have had on many an occasion of its maddening taste and mind boggling flavor. It had remained deep and dormant in the memory alive and fresh. I used to enquire of the price on many an occasion and walked off of its exorbitance. I just wanted one but it was offered in abundance. What could I do with the remaining ? Could I throw that into the dust bin where it would regenerate or commit myself with the ordeal of eating it alone. Fortuitously on a day I was able to purchase one because it was left alone in the basket wanting it to be disposed off and I being there at the right time. Both were fortunate the vendor and me. Made for each other. The necessity to get relieved and the necessity to possess. The propitious bargain was objective and it ended fruitfully. The Object and me. Compatible to my predilection the suitable time to have it. I was returning from my office and with this precious procurement I reached home brimming with enthusiasm and a reckless urgency. I took bath to be relinquished of my anxiety and impatience and had my supper with much annoyance as it was delaying the prospect of attaining the exquisite pleasure. There are methods to consume it. You can cut that in to pieces or squeeze it as a whole and suck the juice with the vacuum suction technique or to devour it wholly and spit out the seed.

I knew not which method to adopt for all ended with same pleasure but different modes. Still I have to keep my patience under control because I decided to peel off the skin but the flesh would go along with it. There is yet another way to skin it with a sharp knife to remove only the outer layer and retain the succulent flesh. This particular method I adopted and denuded the fruit. I cut it into pieces . It was invitingly ripe with the right tinge. I took a large piece and placed it on my tongue. The soft flesh melted and dissolved as I twisted my tongue. The succulence filled my mouth and sweetness hit the brain with a blur of ecstasy. Now it was slipping in to the throat and with much reluctance I allowed it to slip through for I wanted it remain in the mouth at length to savor the exquisite pleasure as my heart writhed with joy. Piece after piece I sent it across my mouth with greed and alas it had to end. I took the seed with shivering hands revering the culmination and the sad demise that I was subjected to. The nervousness towards the retribution and of my remorse that I did what I should not have, made the seed slip from my hand and fall beneath. I picked it up and threw that along with a saddened heart.

I am Diabetic and I ate a huge ripe MANGO.

Judge now who is the victor and the vanquished !. The conscience or me. I was musing of Alexander Pope ' To err is human and to forgive is divine'.