Date: 28th of July
Venue: Undisclosed location, somewhere south Coimbatore.
It was 6:30 in the evening, I lay leisurely staring at the whitewashed ceiling above me. Sitting on top of this chair-cum-recliner, I had this very relaxed feeling, with superior seating, ample legroom, and seats reclining at will. No, I am not talking about the first class cabins that Jumbo Jets offer, I was sitting in a dentist's chair. I had never been to the dentist my entire life, so I had this eerie feeling of something worse going to happen. The drilling and hammering that I read in some book made me even more nervous, but I had no choice, for this lower wisdom tooth of mine was troubling me for quite some time.
In came the dentist, and this is what he shot at me, "Losing a part of your tooth is like losing a part of your body." The light source used to examine my teeth (my mouth by now real-wide open, even the hippopotamus would faint seeing this) had the power of illuminating the whole of a cricket stadium.
Negligence and incompetent personal care had forced me to gift my precious, but already decayed wisdom tooth. (Any takers??? hehhe) After a couple of shots of anesthesia around the target to be destroyed, the doc asked me to relax for a while. The doc was busy attending some other patient, while I was lying down at the operating room, waiting for the numbness to take effect. Still tensed as I had heard friends saying that there had been instances where this whole affair could sound too painful, and just the fear with the dentist work on me like a tree surgeon wielding an axe and me walking out bloody and battered chilled my spines......
I could feel the numbness slowly crawling down from beneath my gums. 15 minutes later, the doc chipped in with an assistant of his. He asked what my name was, and I retorted back, "Aaaaaanfofy Waaaraaafi." Grinning at me, aware that the drug has taken its desired effect, he started off with his task. I just closed my eyes, for I just did not want to watch this dentist hammering and striking repeatedly on my wisdom-less tooth. Well...... I was wrong, the whole thing just went so smoothly that I barely knew this gigantic tooth being pulled out. Fangs to the dentist...... ahem.. thanks to the dentist.. The assistant proudly brandishing the tooth in the pliers, I was in for a shock for what lay in between those pliers was one hell of a gigantic wisdom tooth that would bring even the frozen mammoths back to life.
Stuffed in with tons of cotton inside my already swollen mouth, staring at the mirror, I could sense an air of optimism and confidence, the likes of that after a 15-round bout for the World Heavyweight Title pitted against the great, Cassius Clay himself.....
Two days of bed rest was the advice from the doc for the stitches to get healed, so there was little or no chance that I was able to catch up with my friends this time at Coimbatore. Waaaaaaaaaaah
