A TWISTED AND TOOTHED TALE OF THE 27TH KIND
Ever wondered why nobody should neglect even the minutest things in life . I will tell you why.
6 months back i had found a small black hole inside one of my wonderful white molar. Then i neglected it .Never did i think the result would be this .....
A wonderful sunday morning (last week) and i had to go to the dentist for getting my tooth removed with the help of a surgery . I had got many teeth removed before and i thought this time would be no different from the other times. As i entered the clinic i got the shock of my life when my family dental doctor told me she was not going to do the extraction but it was this horrible looking wrestler with black spots all over his face standing in front of me who was going to do the surgery.The dreadful looking dentist was equipped with thousands of tools i had never seen before . Each one was as menacing as the other . Suddenly there was a series of syringes into my mouth numbing every possible of section of my mouth . The dentist started using one instrument after another and did something i could never comprehend but finally removed the tooth. I was thrilled to bits when i saw an inch long molar in the hands of the dentist hanging like a pigeon in a magicians hand. But then the psycho killer said something i will never forget all my life - " the tooth is at an angle Geeta , i think i will have to tear it open . A lot of small pieces are still remaining". People very close to me, if they were present ,would have noticed a tear trickle down my right cheek . But unfortunately nobody whose hand i could hold was around . I was all alone waging a battle never fought before.The dentist started weaving his magic again using instruments with a speed that a brilliant sculptor would be proud of. In no time there were hundreds of pieces of cottons going in and out of my mouth . When they went inside they were as white as every shirt in a TIDE soap advertisement is , when they came out they were more bloodier than madhuri dixit's hands in Hundred Days! . My gums were cut and small little pieces of the tooth already removed were put in a small tray which was more clean than the dish i eat in everyday. And i thought finally it was all over.But then the dentist like a tailor gone crazy started sewing the cut parts of my mouth . The attention with which he sewed my gums was greater than what i had seen in my granny's eyes when she used to design small pillows for us. Finally after 90 minutes of twisting and turning with my face the guy said :" Geeta its done ". And that was the end of that.All my life i have been chewing , relishing and savouring foodstuffs of different kinds with 32 teeth. Now starts a new era with 31 teeth .
Questionable answers:
-All of you must be wondering why the tale is of the 27th kind .
The reason is pretty simple : 27 has no significance at all.
- Remember a visit to a dentist every six months keeps the psyco killer away.
So please visit ur dentist regularly.Till next time . Ciao.