??

He could be somebody’s grandfather…

This morning was no different from any other morning.. I woke up, rolled around in the bed, slept for a little longer, finally convinced myself to wake up. Got ready, had breakfast, mumbled ‘hi’ ‘hello’ ‘howz life’ ‘going good’ to flat-mates.. and left for work.. thinking about some mundane things, daily trifles. Same old weekday..

But then..

At a traffic signal, there was a wrinkled old man, looking like he hadn’t eaten for days, and he was asking for alms. This isn’t an uncommon occurrence at traffic signals. Yet I can never forget his eyes. I have never seen so much sorrow on a human being’s face. It was just so unfair.. He could have been someone’s grandfather, sitting in his home, resting his frail old frame in his last few years, perhaps with his little grandchildren playing around. But no, he’s not. He is on the street, barely able to walk, his beseeching eyes asking help from strangers.

And in that moment, all the worries of daily life seemed so insignificant… issues at work, broken hearts, weight loss problems.. all of this doesn’t even matter .. people are struggling to live out there while we fret about these things. Sure, we have problems too, life ain’t a party for anybody, yet somehow, looking at their suffering changes my perspective. Makes my problems look tiny.

What can we do about it though? Can we do something about it? These rare moments of compassion.. should we just mute them and go on about our lives like nothing’s wrong? Like we have been doing?

I don’t know what to do, or if I will ever be able to do anything about it. I don’t know if that old man would ever smile again in his life.

There are more questions than answers, but I know one thing.. I can’t mute these feelings and go on living. Maybe there is something I can do. Maybe there’s something we can all do. We can find the answers if we only spared time to ponder over the questions.
Maybe there’s still hope..
Think about it..

a near-death experience..

We were dumb, plain dumb, and we actually thought we were being smart...

Some random IBMer sent us an invite for a seminar which would be 'life-altering'!! and blah blah.. of course we didnt't beleive that a bit.. nothing can change your life so drastically.. at least not a seminar.. at least not mine.. I have a problem with listening for more than 10 mins continuosly.. I never could..

But we thought it would at least have a 10% effect.. maybe! And we thought we could get up and run if it gets too boring.. so five of us, feeling quite proud of ourselves that we were leaving office 3-4 hours early, started towards the venue of the seminar.. for somehting we foolishly imagined to be fun.. All the while making jokes about 'how jobless are we' to be leaving for a seminar on a weekday!! and somehow, we were quite happy about it..

We reached the place, having narrowly missed being hit by a bus and an auto, and almost killing a biker and a pedestrian.. (the lady who had graciously given us a lift was driving in a sari.. which is the world's most uncomfortable thing!!.. though at other times I kind of admire her driving. it's kinda good).. It was later in the evening when we realized being part of an automobile accident would actually have been better..

Anyways, we were the first to enter the hall.. "Oh my God.. what if we were the only people in there?? we cant even get away!!" but slowly the hall filled up with people inching towards their slow death..

And then it started.. not at all what we had gone there for.... A splendid case of false marketing.. we were promised a life-altering blah blah and what we actually got was a sorta cazy, hyper person trying to sell us a 3-day 'self-help' course.. He kept jumping up suddenly screaming random phrases.. 'passion!! passion!!' and long clueless sentences.. sumthing like.. "your past is not in your past, but in your future.. you are not a product of your past.. but the future you are living into.. " and as he rambled on abt "past future crap crap... future future.. this view that view.. crap crap future future.." I really wanted to get up, shout to his face "dude you are screwing my 'present'" and walk away from that inferno.. but no, i sat there stupidly enduring all and that wishing that this particular guy hadn't been born..

Oh, and he was not alone.. he was aided by a team of what appeared to be actors in those cheap 'Telebrands' commercials.. all eagerly jumping up and describing how wonderful this course was.. They were all so eager to grab the mike that if sumone would have told them that only one speaker would have a chance, we could have witnessed a 'mass wrestling' match right there.. All we could think was.. 'How much have they paid you to say this?? We'll pay you double to just shut up!!'

After around 3 hours of this , I heard the sentence which was like nectar to my ears.. "Thank you all for coming".. we didnt hesitate for a miute..grabbed out stuff and ran like mad.. the gracious 'lady in the sari' had slipped out 20 mins earlier clutching her phone and yelling "hello.. hello" into it..

It took me a long walk in the fresh air with a friend, and a huge cup of coffee to become human again..

So ppl! Next time someone gives you an invite for a 'life-altering' seminar, forward it to your worst enemies.. :)

Friday the 13th!!

I guess I’ve always been slightly paranoid about train journeys (not unnecessarily, I’ve had my share of rotten experiences) and hence I never travel alone. And I realized today is Friday the 13th!! And I’m going to be on a train tonight!
Well I don’t usually believe in superstitions.. naah.. they’re just stupid.. though I might believe in jinxes and ‘touch wood’ n all.. (they’re REAL!!)..
But couldn’t help Googling abt ‘Friday the 13th. As usual found a cornucopia of stuff..

So many legends behind one superstition.. Ctrl+Ved from Wiki..

The most interesting and easily the most gruesome one was about the Knights Templar.. (sounds familiar?? Yeah yeah Da Vinci Code).
The Knights Templar were a monastic military order founded in Jerusalem in 1118 C.E., whose mission was to protect Christian pilgrims during the Crusades. Over the next two centuries, the Knights Templar became extraordinarily powerful and wealthy. Threatened by that power and eager to acquire their wealth, King Philip secretly ordered the mass arrest of all the Knights Templar in France on Friday, October 13, 1307 - Friday the 13th! And probably massacred them all..

Another interesting but kinda silly legend goes like :
The actual origin of the superstition, though, appears also to be a tale in Norse mythology. Friday is named for Frigga, the free-spirited goddess of love and fertility. When Norse and Germanic tribes converted to Christianity, Frigga was banished in shame to a mountaintop and labeled a witch. It was believed that every Friday, the spiteful goddess convened a meeting with eleven other witches, plus the devil - a gathering of thirteen - and plotted ill turns of fate for the coming week.

LOLZ.. Can’t blame her.. poor thing was named Frigga!! Frigga?? Hehe..

And there’s a truckload of folk-lore revolving around this.. Google it up.. it ranges from fascinating to mildly interesting to down-right mundane.. (there was something about a stock-market crash .. that Black Friday one that we all kno abt.. but still, after stories of Witches and Kings , this one sounded lame.. )

But this little para made me sigh in relief..

For many, the number 13 was considered a lucky number (such as 13 lunar cycles each year), but with the efforts of Christianity attempting to degrade all things Pagan, they promoted 13 as an unlucky number, with Friday thus also being considered a bad day of the week.
(Btw,Pagan is a term given to nature-worshippers.)



So, today is actually lucky for Pagans.. I’m soooo Pagan.. (at least for today) well I believe in ‘touch wood’ n all.. This started off as an old Pagan ritual – the ancients used to tap or knock at trees for invoking tree Gods and tree-dwelling nymphs and fairies to bless them with good fortune and that slowly turned into the ubiquitous ‘Touch Wood!’.

Nyways, bottom line.. though it’s Friday the 13th, I’m safe..

uh..Touch Wood!!

Dirty unwahsed Jeans..

Bangalore’s heaven these days .. Been raining the whole week.. not the mad pouring kinda yucky rain; the nice, musical drizzling rain- the kind that makes you smile as soon as you wake up, a nice lazy smile and crawl back into bed, snuggle up into the lovely warmth of your favorite blanket, and go back into the world of dreams….
The kind that makes you want to listen to MJ’s ‘heal the world’ in full volume.. makes you miss your coffee-buddy ( every one has a coffee-buddy- somebody with whom you have awsum coffee conversations, lazy banter about nothing and everything, without a care in the world.. my coffee-buddy is a certain freak called Ezzy)

I was walkin to work today, in the cold morning, where everything seemed to be bubble-wrapped in misty damp dullness, with miniscule rain drops kissing my face and MJ crooning in my ears, very happy with the world.. I was fantasizing about bunking work and playing dirty sloshy football in the rain with my friends (BUT that fantasy will never materialize coz my friends here would NEVER bunk work!! ) .. nyways I have an extraordinary imagination and somehow the smile never left my face.. and my grin got wider when a cute somebody on the road returned the smile!

I was wearing a dirty unwashed pair of jeans today ( the rains prevent you from washing clothes u kno!) and while I was walking I slipped my hand into the pocket and hey presto! The unmistakable feel of money! There’s something extremely delightful about finding money in your old jeans .. a childish joy akin to finding a sunken treasure.. lolz..
Hmmm..This mention of treasure brings back a certain old memory..

Long long ago, when I was little, I read these books where kids go n find an ancient treasure in the middle of an adventure (remember Famous five and Tom Sawyer??) and obviously I used to fantasize about it .. the adventure held my interest more than the money( I was a silly child) ..and one summer I went to my grandmother’s place..
She had this beautiful puja-room which I loved to visit. One day I found this tiny little cupboard kind of a door in one dark corner of the room. That minute was the best, most thrilling one in my life so far!! I slowly approached it , to prolong the glorious moment and opened it with trembling fingers.. Stuck my head in and peered into it.. and got the biggest fright of my life!!!!! It was full of cockroaches.. hideous ugly scary creepy crawly absolutely disgusting ..cockroaches…

Nyways where was I? yeah.. old jeans.. That gives me an idea.. go home hunt in your old cupboards for discarded old jeans, trousers, ..whatever .. and turn the pockets out.. you might find something. ..an old love note, leftover pocket money, faded photographs.. unwanted marksheets… lots of interesting ‘maybe’s.. if u do find sumthing.. plzz lemme kno.. just scribble it in a comment here…

Adios!!

A whole new Blog!!

Hi ppl..

I have started a new blog.. to post little blogs..
I call it Li'l Musings.
Random thoughts, quick scribbles..

CHECK IT OUT at..
Li'l Musings

an epiphany!

OK.. Sometimes, CRAP happens. And you know what? There’s nothing you can do about it. And you better not!

Coz the Rule of Craponomics says that..

When u try to handle the mess in your life, it just gets worse. Crap multiplies.

Sometimes you might feel very lonely. Sad ..depressed..blah blah..
So what? You won’t die… you won’t get uglier than you are.. there’ll still be things to eat in this world and idiotic things to be watched on TV.. so what’s the big deal?

Lie low, and wait for it to go.
Oh, but no… If u’re like me, u wont do that.

U’ll think u’ll feel better if you talk 2 someone, so u’ll call people up in the middle of the night.. 2am. Of course, they don’t have crap happening, so they’ll be asleep. Someone might groggily answer the phone , just barely conscious and faintly curious that u’re dying or something! U mumble an apology and hang up. Then you end up feeling doubly lonely PLUS supremely embarrassed.
The Rule in action.

Some jobless scientists came together, did a research and found out that there’s a chemical ‘anadamide’ in chocolate which makes us feel happier when we eat that. Like hell it does!! I bought a Bournville( Yeah the one with the MORONIC ad) .. no use at all! Waste of money. And thank God I don’t fret about calories or there’d been more crap!
(U know wat? A friend of mine was telling me abt this guy who was actually calculating the number of extra push-ups he’d do after every bite of Pizza!! lolzz)
Anyways, the point is, u cant eat a chocolate n drive away ur misery!!

Similarly, taking a walk wont help, music wont either, (The Rule dictates that u wont find d song u’re lookin for)….Every thing u try to do will have a nasty aspect to it which will get magnified the more u try.

So lie low, keep to urself and relax!! It’ll go when it’ll go! Save urself and others the nuisance! (read a useless quote sumwhr.. 80% of the people don’t care abt ur troubles and 20% are actually happy dat ur troubled!)

The point, ladies and gentlemen, is that Crap happens!!

Turning 22..

I counted thrice to make sure! Not that I doubt my Math skills that much..(I do, a li’l). But still, bloody 22! That’s how old I’ll be 3 weeks from now. Sucks, big time!

22! That’s old! Ancient!

My schooling years were beyond cool! Better than anybody could wish for. Still, I wouldn’t want to be stuck as a kid all my life. Love the freedom that comes with growing up. Neither do I want to go back to the stupid, messed up teen years –naah! I like my wiser, sorted self better. One of the best things about growing up is that ur thinking gets a lot less messed up.

But wait a minute, didn’t I start out by cribbing about growing up? But I can think of a 100 good things about being 22! Being able to make your own choices, getting over the silly crushes, finding all the mushy-mushy movies repulsive :D and oh yeah, Earning!
I love my bank account..the way it almost magically fills up at the end of every month, even though I heartlessly keep emptying its contents.. here ..there ..everywhere!..

So then why does 22 bug me so much??

Coz I realized time’s running out! 100s of things to do, and manybe not enough time.. All my ambitions are lying unfulfilled and I’m 22 already! I wanna accomplish those when I’m still young and not as a middle-aged aunty!!

Another freaky thing about crossing ur 20s (esp. if ur a gal) is that the whole world (except U of course) is suddenly interested in getting u married. I was a some function recently, and people were so unbelievably talking abt my marriage right in front of me! Happily oblivious to my disgusted embarrassment. “This guy’s doing this”.. “That guy’s earning that much”..” this is such a good match…”.. I almost said -“good match?? Shove it up ur…..!!” Almost.

All in all, I wont be as crazy as I usually am, for my birthday this time. I want it postponed.. at least until one of the things on my huge, (maybe over-ambitious) ‘to-do’ list gets knocked off.



PS : one of the things could be to get at least 10 comments on my blog posts.. That ‘fakeiplplayer’ guy gets 1000s on his posts! Maybe I should start insulting people on my posts like he does…. Hmmmm…. Maybe!

A day well-spent

This Sunday was different. No malls or movies, no lazing or sleeping round the clock,no shopping or washing clothes.
I spent this Sunday attending spiritual classes with Anil and Ramana at a program called “yoga retreat”..

I know, it sounds heavy, but it wasn’t any hard core spiritual session that would drive you mad or leave you snoring in ur chair or kill your desire to live .. it was a session where simple facts about life were discussed amidst a few games and funny videos and some very soothing music.

I’ve always stayed away from spiritual stuff.. I don’t even look at the spiritual kinda passages in CAT paper.. (did I tell u abt my hobby? Appearing for the CAT exam every year..lol). But I went this Sunday. Dunno why. Maybe because it was being conducted at ISKCON- one of my fav places. Or maybe I really needed to bring about some change I my life… well whatever.. I was glad I did.

Some interesting things from yoga retreat..

They were talking abt reincarnation and the concept of indestructible soul n all..
But what really caught my attention was when they spoke about ‘self-confidence’. We were shown a video-clip of the indomitable Lalu Prasad Yadav. During a parliament session, he was asked to translate his Hindi speech into English, and he didn’t hesitate even for a second. Everybody, including the speaker was almost choking with laughter, but he went on, delivering ridiculous statements with supreme confidence. And he was having a ball! I loved his ‘devil-may-care’ attitude!

We thought the songs being played were Spanish or Latin, but they turned out to be Sanskrit shlokas being sung by western singers who murdered the phrases. But then, liked the music.

The best part of the day was the session was a presentation which ended with a question to God..
“is there anything u’d want your children to know?’
And he says

I’m here for you………………………….Always!

thanks to dilbert!!

Scott Adams is a seriously lucky guy!
He gets paid for writing crap.. :D

If you are wondering who this guy is, he is the creator of the amazing cartoon strip character DILBERT! The only cartoon meant for adults, that too working professionals. Scott has successfully insulted every profession mankind can think of, and in a really funny way! Amazing life he’s leading.. doing what he enjoys(which includes insulting people) and getting paid for it!

In his book ‘dilbert-joy of work’, he’s dedicated a whole chapter to ‘office pranks’!!.. I’m going to try some of them on my last day with IBM.  . A small wicked part of me started dancing with wicked glee at the thought. Let me not get carried away and do something stupid and get thrown out. There’s a bloody recession out there! but everything's doubly funny these days.. im able to chill out and handle stress better thanks to dilbert!!





Well actually, this post was going to be a serious one. About how you can bring about a positive change in your life.. how by changing your perspective, you can dramatically improve the way you feel n stuff… I was seriously motivated n all.. but before I could give my sermon, Dilbert came along and cracked me up completely..


However, I’ll tell u one thing I’ve learned.

“When the student is ready, the teacher appears”…

So if you’re wondering what to do with ur life, unsure of your goal or looking for that motivation which will get u started, open your mind and devote your energy to the search. When u are truly sincere and ready, u will surely have the answer!
Life will be your teacher!

this n that..

Well,
Life’s a little upside down at the moment. Things I expected aren’t happening and unexpected things are comin crashing down my head. Ok, now don’t say philo crap like “that’s how life is” n all, coz that would piss me off!!

Nyways, amidst all this, there are some things that have caught my attention and some random observations I have made.

1. Listening to mad music can be a real stress buster. Better still, listen to mad rock and then some devotional music in between.. u’ll feel so good.. try “lollipop” by Li’l wayne, “crank that” by Soulja boy n my current favorite “take u there’ by Sean Kingston.

2. There are some people who genuinely care about the environment and all that pollution thingy.- there was a greenathon being aired on NDTV where Milind Soman and some people in disgusting green jackets were running for 24 hrs non stop and funds were being raised for some environmental issues.

On a serious note, I guess we should all do our bit for the nature- save water and electricity for instance. Some wise guy said

“ We treat this world of ours as if we had a spare one in the trunk”.

Well we don’t, so lets all start acting more responsibly. Don’t leave taps open and switch electric appliances when ur not using them. Spread this message across, coz u can (and should) make a difference.

3. I have a wonderful support system and people really care about me, but their patience is not inexhaustible, so guess it’s time I shut up and start dealing with things on my own.

4. I read in some newspaper about this person ( name forgotten) who got a huge house built for just 1.6 lakh rupees. He got stone slabs from a building which was being demolished, got steel frames for windows from an automobile scrap yard or something and the remaining materials in a similar fashion for dirt cheap prices.

What a genius!!

I’ve started thinking about ‘how to save money’. Gimme ideas if u have any!

5. Cupid is stupid!
I’ve seen so many people falling for the wrong person these days and having breakups.
Well, I’m lucky coz I’m sensible and immune to cupid.
( I guess that’s what all of us single people state with the V-day around the corner ;) )

6. A craving for chocolate can not be satisfied by anything else. So don’t make ur life miserable trying to fight the temptation, go buy that chocki..

Enough of my observations, now u go n think of ways to have more fun in life..
If u r having a wonderful time already, go think of ways you can make someone else’s life better..

Spread the cheer!!

senseless nonsense..!!..

Sometimes in life your computer and the network test your patience to the breaking point. You wait endlessly for the particular course to load.. but it just stays there, hung with a stupid ‘please wait’ plastered across its face, seemingly enjoying antagonizing u. You can either rant and rile in frustration, or just tell it to get lost and open a word n start scribbling away to glory.
I was thinking about the things i’d rather be doing instead of staring at my stupid monitor, and my flights of fantasy went places..

I’d like to be working as an apprentice under Sam Walton, the genius who started Wal-Mart for a few days. I’d thoroughly enjoy that. It’s amazing story, the building up of a retail empire from a dollar store. I want to be there in his initial days and watch that man envisioning the plans of huge expansions..

I’d also like to be present when the greatest epic of all times, the Mahabharata was being composed. Just to lay my eyes on the great sage who composed that extraordinary saga that the whole world respects.

One partly silly thing I thought was.. I’d like to arrange a meeting between Adolf Hitler and mother Teresa.. make them stay together for a while and see who influences whom!!

Among the hundreds of things I want to learn, one that popped into my mind right now is learning how to eat with chopsticks. I’m very curious how do those people manage to do that?? Specially rice! Ain’t it frustrating to do that? Or maybe that’s the idea! Make eating so complex that people will stay thin.. would be very helpful to me..i’ll try it out.. Can someone gift me a pair of chopsticks?

Some things going in my mind are dangerous to be put up on the net… I might be hunted down and killed before I can even shut down my system..

I also want to know some great truths about myself. Not who am I? or my purpose in this universe or some philosophical crap, (no.. I’m too smart 2 b a philosopher).. the stuff I want to know is more like why the hell can’t I get up early in the morning? Why do I postpone only the most important things? Why..why why only the last minute to do anything? Most importantly, when the hell will I finish that novel I started writing around five yrs back.. actually will I ever?????

Well this train of thoughts has to stop somewhere!

Last of all.. I want to meet Bill Gates in person and tell him how much I appreciate Microsoft Word and the wonderful way I’m using it.. to type out useless thoughts and post them in useless blogs that even I don’t give a damn about!

frog princess? lolz..

“U r like a frog in a well!!”

That’s what a friend of mine told me a few days back.

My first reaction- “whaaaat?? No way!!”
The idea was so ridiculous that I was more amused than offended.
Why?
I’ve traveled all over India,(except the northeast) and have been to a lot of places.
I’ve read about a diverse range of things, from Aztec and greek mythology to nebulae and black holes in the universe.. from detailed tales of Hinduism to biographies of entrepreneurs.. from classical literature to stupid fiction novels..
I have a lott of friends..
And I have high (almost unrealistic) ambitions..

So how the hell am I a frog in a well thingy?? I thought if this guy thinks I’m dat, maybe he duznt know me at all!! The most frustrating part was that he wouldn’t even tell me why he thought so.

Well, putting aside why he thought so… this incident got me thinking about a lot of things. True, I don’t have a closed mind, but of late, I have only been looking at things which were right there in front of my eyes. For quite a while now, I’ve completely been missing the bigger picture!
I lost a lot of precious, precious time pursuing temporary gratifications. All my plans n my dream kept tumbling down the hill, but my blanket(or should I call it a ‘shroud’?)
of complacency was so comfortable that I didn’t even care! I was happily ignoring the fact that time was running away.

I had a whole year!! A whole year to improve myself, and go chasing my dream.
But I chose to while away my time keeping my brain occupied with petty things, just like a stupid frog in a stupid well!!! Actually I’m worse coz I, unlike the frog , know that there’s a whole world outside my well, know that I desperately want 2 be there and make it big.
However, in this one year, I’ve experienced a lot. I’ve had many wonderful moments, had a lot of fun, felt very special sometimes and have been very thankful for having wonderful friends… and I do not regret any of it.. these are moments I shall cherish all my life, preserved carefully in the pages of my diary.

BUT Right now, I’m in the same situation as I was last yr… in deep mess, disappointed with myself, uncertain of the future and sick with realization of the fact that I’ve seriously screwed up one year of my life.

So am I a frog in a well?? No. I still don’t think so. I’ve made some mistakes, I took some things for granted.. but still.. no, I’m not.
Why?
Coz I’ve just jumped out of it!! :P

dental mental

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The American poet Ogden Nash said
“Some tortures are physical and some are mental;
But the one that’s both is dental” .
Too true!!
In my case it was more mental than physical, when I had a ‘root canal surgery’ done on one of my teeth.. Actually it was a financial torture! Dental care in Bangalore is insanely expensive.
This ordeal which lasted for over 4 weeks (weekends, actually) taught me a few things.
Lesson 1: NEVER ever ignore a cavity!
Just coz I ignored it, I had to spend five Saturdays in the dentist’s office, sitting in a stupid position, with my mouth hanging open, shell out a month’s salary on a stupid tooth( the health insurance plan duzn’t cover it!!! Not fair!!) and spend some sleepless nights getting terrorized!
Week 1:
My first visit, the doc, a pleasant old man got an x-ray done n said in a morose voice.. “sorry dear, u need a root canal. Come back next week” .
I kept worrying, tried not to worry, talked abt it, cursed myself for not getting it treated earlier.. n somehow the week passed.
Week 2:
Back at the dentist’s, same time, same place. This time it was a nice lady, a root canal specialist.
Doc: “ hi manasa.. what I’ll do is drill a hole in ur tooth, pull out the tissue, cut the nerve off, fix a screw…..”
Me: “ please doc, I don’t really need to know abt it.. just get on with it”
Then she takes a really long injection. Now injections really really freak me out! Cant stand looking at them! I refused to open my mouth until she started losing patience n said †if I do the procedure without this anaesthesia, u’ll die of pain!
Lesson 2: NEVER open ur eyes while getting a dental treatment! They use pretty sharp instruments and it duznt feel nice seeing those going into ur mouth. I wished I cud close my ears off too when I was hearing things like “give a me a sharper, longer one“or
“clean all that blood“or the very annoying noise of those instruments..

Week 3:
All the way to the clinic, I was praying “please no injection today” but the first thing I saw as I took my ‘now familiar’ place was the long, horrible thing in her hand. This time thr was less drama, less panic, less hysteria.. I behaved quite well actually, though it was painful. I even got a free toothbrush..lol!


Week 4:
Again “please god, no injection” .. but..
“open ur mouth dear.. a small injection ..it was that old doc. This time it pained even less. N I didn’t freak out at all. Dat stupid long needle looked familiar. This was the most uncomfortable visit. Horrible tasting things were stuck in my mouth, it was held open 4 soo long dat I thought my jaw would break! Something very similar 2 road construction thing was done..drilling, fixing screws..
At last, “all done dear” . Root canal successful.!! Just a cap needed to b placed A very proud moment in my life. I survived it! :D
Week 5 :
Took my place very comfortably, opened my mouth for an injection. But surprise surprise, thr was no need. Just got my brand new tooth cap placed.! I was out on 15 mins!!
The best visit ever!
At the end of it all, I’d become immune to pain, injections and dentists, started hating ice cream ( my food for 5 Saturdays was only ice cream) and am very thankful to the guy who invented anaesthesia!
PS: Thr's a controversial story abt its invention which u can check out at
http://ajp.psychiatryonline.org/cgi/content/full/158/12/2103