Sunday, August 31, 2008

Audio Visuals...


Bluetooth BABA...ha ha ha....just kidding....this is my creativity, ...this is not the wisdom tooth, this is the BLUETOOTH 9.0 .... ha ha ha ha :) lolz !!!!


The wisdom tooth stained with blood in a plastic pouch.





My dear bloody Wisdom tooth and its pieces



and here is the video link :-
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=wTa7bB6Ty18

Surgery begins

Surgery begins

I was called inside, after Mr. Navrange, left. Also, in the mean time, I could feel the effect of anesthesia. The left Cheek, left side of my lips, and the left part of my tongue had gone numb. It was very unusual feeling. I was not able to speak properly, since; I could not feel my tongue touching the palette while speaking…the anesthesia was working. A long time had passed by, since the time I came into the clinic. I was feeling hungry and thirsty. I went inside, and took my position on the Dentist’s typical chair which was lowered for me to almost lie down. The scene around was very dramatic. Like a Hollywood movie based on Aliens. There was a plethora of different pointed and curvaceous instruments shining and clean. The instruments were present in plastic pouches. In that room, a mild holy mantra was being played again and again, “Swami Samartha, Jai Jai Swami smartha….” (Repeated infinite no of times!....I was about to to get completely unconscious if the shloka continued for another one hour!) Mrs. Doctor came and sat besides the dentist chair.

Mrs. Doctor:So…how are you feeling today?

Me:Great, …just a bit scared!

Mrs. Doctor:ha ha…no need to, we will make it painless for you! …We are going to start soon, have you taken the morning pills I had asked you to take?

Me:Ohh…no….I …I actually, forgot! Since, I came in hurry over here, I…I forgot.

Mrs. Doctor:The pill I had prescribed you to be taken in the morning is necessary, since surgical procedure must be undertaken only after the pill is taken. Any ways, not a problem, I have one with me, take that…and then we start

Mrs. Doctor had 2 assistants, one male (Manoj… name changed) and other female (Sujata…name changed). Sujata gave the pill and a glass of water, to me, and by the time I swallowed it, Manoj gave me a small plastic cup filled with a mouth wash around 10 ml.

Manoj:Sir, please take this and rinse it for about a minute, do not spit it…unless I ask you to do so, sir!

I rinsed for a minute and asked him, … he checked the time and said, “OK”. I spat out the mouth wash in the nearby basin, and now my mouth was really going very dry, may be because of the anesthesia.

I asked him, “Cann I, geth a glassh of wather?” (…I was not able to speak properly since my left side of the mouth had gone numb.

Manoj:I am sorry sir, from now on you are not allowed to drink or eat anything, and the surgery will start soon.

I looked at the table near where the instruments had been neatly layed down in different pouches. Out of curiosity, I asked, “Are, theesh new inshtrumentsh? … jusht for me?

Manoj:Yes sir,…But not new, its only that, we have sterilized them all and cleaned up properly for the surgery

Meanwhile, Mrs. Doctor came back, she was wearing the typical surgical cap on her head and the mask. It was very filmy, since the last time I saw any surgery was only in movies.

Mrs. Doctor:Manoj, have you given them the mouthwash? (Manoj nods affirmatively) Ok…so, Mr. Patkar, we will start the surgery soon, I have given you anesthesia, so you will not feel the pain, but while performing the surgery, if you feel any pain or any discomfort …which is not possible, please raise your left hand, I will stop momentarily. Ok?

Me:hmm..Ok….Buth, when I wassh rinshing, I could noth feel thhe mouth wash reaching uptho the wishdhom thooth, I am noth shure, if it the mouth wash hash dhone itsh job!

Mrs. Doctor:No…that is fine, since you have been given local anesthesia…you will not feel it!

Me:But madham, now, if I jusht thake a bithe I can feel, thhe presshure from upper jhaw!

Mrs. Doctor:See, it’s like this, the local anesthesia is used to just loose you senses for PAIN momentarily...other senses like heat, taste, pressure are still active. That is why I said, if you feel any discomfort, please raise your left hand...now please lay down...Is this your first dental surgery?

Me:yeah!

Mrs. Doctor:hmm… (she smiles)…that is why you are looking so scared. But don’t worry

And the next few minutes for me were like, I was some kind of film celebrity, with my entire makeup artists, taking care of me and pampering me. I laid down there, Manoj, kept placed a plastic sheet, similar, to a baby’s wib below my neck. Then the doctor, asked for something and then she brought a damp piece of cotton, it was very big, clutched between the tongs. She held my head, and moved it over the jaw part of my face, above my lips near the moustache. That big, cotton bud had been dipped in some solution, which was very cool, which had a very STRONG PUNGENT smell. It was so strong, that when she moved, above my lips near the moustache, the smell straight away made its way through my nostrils…and spontaneously I coughed up. It was unbearable! SO STRONG!!!

Mrs. Doctor:yeah, the smell is very strong and pungent, this is kind of antiseptic, and that is generally applied before surgery!

Me: (in my mind) “What???...What did she mean by antiseptic…is …is she going to make any incision of cut from outside…will that leave any scars? She never told me she will do all this!!! Mrs. Doctor, told me the gums surrounding the wisdom tooth needs to be cut open to make room for the tooth to be removed…and hence there will be stitches, …wait a minute, if she performs the surgery from outside my mouth, that is on my face, that will mean putting stitches, outside, that is visible part of my face. But I have grown a thick beard, how can she make cuts on my face externally? …won’t that require shaving? She doesn’t seem to mind me coming for surgery without shaving….so will she perform the surgery internally or externally?” I was confused …and before I could complete my thought process, Sujata brought a typical green colored damp cloth with a big hole in it…almost of size of a human head…I thought I had to wear that by putting my head in the hole of that cloth, so I moved ahead….suddenly…

Manoj:No no…sir, please lay back, this will be just kept over your face."

Now, I was really scared after all that pampering done to me. Why did Manoj used the word “face” ? I was about to ask her, how she is going to proceed, with the surgery. But just then, Mrs. Doctor said, “Please, open your mouth!...wider…ok

phew!...i realized she is going to do it internally.

The surgery started, for the next few minutes, I gave attention to only voices and sounds and yes…the shloka which was still playing in the background.

Overall right from start some cotton plugs were placed in the mouth, incision was made, But Manoj was there to take out all the bleeding using a suction pipe, whenever, Manoj forgot to use the suction pipe, I could taste my own warm, salty blood, which was going down my food pipe. Mrs. Doctor, would inform Manoj, when to use suction and when to use irrigation. Irrigation was a process, in which, from a big injection like instrument (…a very big one … like the one they use for horses and other wild animals) which is attached by a pipe at its rear end constantly some liquid …as thin as water but coloured is poured into the mouth regularly.

So the conversation for the next few minutes was something like this…

Mrs. Doctor:Suction …Manoj!

wrooommmmmmm!!!!!

Mrs. Doctor:Ok…ok….now irrigation…irrigation

Mrs. Doctor:Suction again…quick ..suction suction!

wrooommmmmmm!!!!!

Mrs. Doctor:now irrigation!

And all this time I was looking at left side, and my face was also inclined a bit on the left side. Mrs. Doctor was not getting a good angle probably, because of my position.

Mrs. Doctor:Turn your face and look at your right hand side. Look towards me!

I turned, and believe me… “I HAD NEVER BEEN SO CLOSE TO A WOMAN BEFORE!!!” On top of that she said, “Look towards me!” …No girl or women has said me like that before. Although, Mrs. Doctor, said to look towards her, for a good angle to perform surgery, I sincerely tried to look at her. Only once I looked into her eyes, and after that I started looking here and there with my face turned right hand side. I swear, I realized I did not have the guts to look into a woman’s eyes. I saw on the right hand side, Mrs. Doctor’s daughter was looking at all this with curiosity. She wasn’t scared. For her this was something interesting. She came near to her mom, and whispered…

Avni (name changed): “….psst….Mom… ???

Mrs. Doctor:Avni…how many times I have told you!!!...not to come near me, touch me or talk me while I am performing surgery…what is it now?

Avni:...mom, I have one math problem!” (…she whispered again)

Mrs. Doctor:Can’t you see I am doing a surgery?...Go outside first!!!, we will do your problems in the afternoon!...OUT YOU GO!..Sujata….please take her outside and take care she doesn’t come inside, unless I finish this.

And after she said that, Mrs. Doctor, brought one instrument, which from the corner of my eye looked like some small pointed instrument, not a huge one…she came close and said “I will perform some drilling now!

Me:What the …!!! Drilling ??? huh ???” (in my mind)

And then for next few minutes, the sound of that machine was like, some electric saw used by carpenter or stone worker….wrrrrrrrr……..rrrr….rrrr!!! ….I wondered, what kind of art is the Doctor up to with my bloody wisdom tooth. And while she was drilling, she was taking out of my mouth something in tits and bits… which is all I could see from the lower edge of my eyes.

After few minutes she said, “Now it’s half done, other half of the tooth will be removed!! soon…Manoj…suction!!!

Then she put another instrument a tong like instrument, but a weird sci-fi shape. And she was doing something….i could feel the pressure, as if she is try to FIX or ROOT something into my jaw.

Mrs. Doctor:Manoj …support, give him support!!

Manoj held my face by the jaw line with both his hands giving the support. Mrs. Doctor, was trying hard as it seemed, the instrument came out twice with jerk, but nothing was there between the clutches of the tong like instrument. She got up from her seat which was on my right hand side, and came near me taking a position, so that she will be able to take out the tooth…and …suddenly… “khhaddak ….khaadud

Mrs. Doctor:The tooth has been taken out! Now for the stitches...Manoj, put a cotton plug …and Mr. Patkar close the jaw now.

In the meantime, she took the next set of her instruments and a scary black thread. which was not so tender like silk,…it was like the thread we use for flying kits….a harder one. She asked me to open the mouth and started putting the stitches, in goes the thread and out it comes….i could see the length of the thread from the corner of my eyes. It was long!!! I started thinking, now I have been given anesthesia, the effect will subside soon, but after that what it will feel like? The stitches…inside the mouth, what it will feel like?” and suddenly … “Snap!” …that was the sound of the thread being cut. The stitches had been put. She said, “Manoj, put another cotton plug. Mr. Patkar, you can close your mouth now. …come sit here!

I rose up from the dentist seat, and sat on the chair nearby.

She started explaining, “After one hour remove, the cotton plug, rinse slowly with the mouth wash, and do not spit! Since that will need pressure, and that might harm the stitches. You must swallow, at least today. And in the next one hour, do not drink or eat anything. Talking of eating, today and tomorrow half of the day try to eat liquid and cool food like, ice-cream, coconut water etc., No hard or semi hard food….you must not be doing any chewing for next two days. Tomorrow, come at morning same time, and we will take a look at your stitches, if there is any problem.

Me:Ok..fine, I will come tomorrow, annn…can I get my tooth?

Mrs. Doctor:yeah…(she smiles) sure why not?....it is your property after all!... Manoj, please give these to Mr. Patkar!

Manoj, put my wisdom tooth and it’s pieces in a plastic pouch, sealed it, and gave it to me. And then I left, the clinic, after giving a cheque of 3000 INR. My Lips and left side of my jaw seemed to be a bit swollen. That day I ate and ate and ate …lots of plain, cool, vanilla ice cream. It was fun initially, but boring later on. 2- 3 days, because of the medicines, my face had swollen like anything, and I use to sleep more than 8 hours a day. I have never slept in my whole life so much! Overall it was a great experience, I took the snap of the cotton plug, the wisdom tooth that was broken with a drilling machine into several pieces, and here it is…

The conversation

The conversation

Now, I have described the characters involved. They are all strangers to each other. Here is the interesting conversation that took place: - (It took place in Marathi language, but I will translate it for you guys….apologies, if the translation lacks that punch! he he he)

Mrs. Thomas (…to the receptionist): - “Has he (doctor) come?

Receptionist:Yes…please have a seat! What is your name?

Mrs. Thomas:Thomas…Mrs. Thomas. ehem!

Receptionist:First time?

Mrs. Thomas:Yes!

…Mrs. Thomas takes her seat which is in between Mr. Navrange and Me. We are all sitting on three different benches. After some time, Mr. Navrange initiates a chat with Mrs. Thomas…

Mr. Navrange:You are new patient?

Mrs. Thomas:aan??

Mr. Navrange:I mean, are you from here…this town, coming here for first time?

Mrs. Thomas:Yes …yes… I mean I am from here only, but first time here!

Mr. Navrange:You are here for an appointment with Mr. Doctor or his wife?

Mrs. Thomas:I have an appointment with Mr. Doctor

Mr. Navrange:hmmm… he is a good doctor, in fact a very good doctor. What is your name?

Mrs. Thomas:Thomas!

Mr. Navrange:Aaah…ya ya, I heard that…I heard that when you said to the receptionist! …hmm, so you are Christian?

Mrs. Thomas:Yes!” (…she smiles…don’t know if she was smiling with pride to tell she is Christian or she was smiling on the stupid question of Mr. Navrange!... I was all listening to this conversation silently and bend my head low to have my hearty laugh stealthily.)

Mr. Navrange:I had some of my colleagues …Christian you know! They use to wear Frocks…you don’t wear frocks?

Mrs. Thomas:huh? …(she is shocked with such a question from a stranger!) … aannn….No!

Mr. Navrange:No no…I mean my colleagues use to wear frock in our office…that was the time around…mmm… in the late sixties...but now hardly any Christian woman wears a frock!

Mrs. Thomas:No no…we…I mean they do wear! It depends!

Mr. Navrange:aan?

Mrs. Thomas:If… if the Christian is Goan, that is, …with Portuguese background you know…they, …they do wear frocks, even now! We don’t! I am not from Goa, I … I am from Kerala. We are Christians of Kerala!"

Mr. Navrange:Ohh…I see, …yes yes….you are right! So, your native place is Kerala or you stay there and come all the way from there ... to here!

Mrs. Thomas: (…really scared…since he is asking about her home and all such things….with fumbling words and due respect to that elderly looking man, she says) “No,…I have home here in Dombivli.” ... she paused for a while, thinking something and to put herself in safe position of this conversation, by saying, “I am staying here with MY HUSBAND” … probably she thought this man…the stranger is dangerous.

Mr. Navrange:I see… so you are from here only. But here in the clinic for the first time!...what is the problem?

Mrs. Thomas:ehem!...tooth problem probably, came here for check up!

Mr. Navrange:…oh tooth problem!...how old are you?” (actually his question was out of curiosity, since teeth and age has got a good relation. But…

Mrs. Thomas:aaa…” she was fumbling for words again. She was more of shocked, may be because, generally no one asks women their age, and this stranger straight away asked…how old are you. I Felt like I should rescue her by intervening, and diverting the topic and giving some relief to the poor woman, but at the same time, two more women, came in. Again, these two women were in their 50s or 60s. They sat besides Mrs. Thomas. Both of them were Maharashtrians and both of them were wearing bindi. One of them was in Saree like Mrs. Thomas and the other one was in Punjabi dress. The other woman, was more dressed up with all that powder and lipstick and the attractive make up…she thinks she is still young…huh!

I had nothing to do but observe all these characters, their interaction especially. In the mean time, the receptionist said “Mrs. Thomas, your turn is now…please go inside!” A smile sneaked on Mrs. Thomas’s face, after all she was really rescued, by the doctor. I was still waiting for Mrs. Doctor, Mr. Doctor’s wife who was going to perform the surgery. And while I was waiting, another conversation was initiated, (…yes!...you are right!...Mr. Navrange again … with the two new comers! Let us call them Mrs. Kavita and Mrs. Seema)

Mr. Navrange:Tooth problem?

Mrs. Kavita:yeah…in fact surgery!

Mr. Navrange:Ohh…don’t worry!...he is a good doctor….very nice!...i had one few months back. It was impossible for others…but this doctor…he is wonderful. In fact he is great! … don’t worry!

Mrs. Kavita:Ohh ok!

Mr. Navrange:… ok, so who has problem? You (pointing to Mrs. Kavita) or… you (pointing towards Mrs. Seema)?”

Mrs. Seema:That’s me…need to take out wisdom tooth. She has come just for check up!

Mr. Navrange:Ohh…so how old are you?

Mrs. Seema:huh?....i ….well….i….actually, I am 49!

Mr. Navrange:ok…ok…what is your date of birth?

Mrs. Seema:aaaan???....waaa…..bbut…..wh….why do you ask date of birth and age and all this?

Mr. Navrange:no no…don’t get me wrong!!! I also tell future as far as possible, so if you want you can tell me your date of birth.

Mrs. Seema:…aaa…well…aa…actually….” (she is interrupted by Mrs. Kavita)

Mrs. Kavita:It’s ok Seema, you need not tell him…I will tell him, … my date of birth is 15th September 1959”

Mr. Navrange:1959… hmm…..and September! What is your birth sign …I mean the horoscope sign?

Stupid question again…eh? A person who claims to be astrologer with the help of numbers, shouldn’t he be making out the horoscope sign on his own, on the basis of birth date?

Mrs. Kavita:Virgo!” (… of course she said in Marathi, I don’t recollect what is the sign called, since the Marathi horoscope signs are based on Moon I guess!)

Mr. Navrange: Ohh Virgo!!!....do you…do you… have any kind of cross…on your palm?...it can be a very small sign or quiet a visible one…do you have one?

Mrs. Kavita:…ammmm (she looks at her palm)...there are so many lines….annn

Mr. Navrange:let me see….” he stood from his seat and walked towards Mrs. Kavita, who was holding her hand out. He did not held her hand, but just bent over to take a closer look at her hand.

Mr. Navrange:There….there it is…can you see now?

Mrs. Kavita:Ohh yes, …yes I can see…but this one is very small!

Mr. Navrange:That’s ok…as I said earlier! The cross mark that you have on your palm has got a meaning, you know what?

Mrs. Kavita:what?...

Mr. Navrange:It means, people with such a cross mark, generally fall into trouble most of the time, and most of the time, someone or the other comes to rescue them! … however critical situation might be, but there is someone to help them out of such situation.

Mrs. Kavita:…hmmm! How do you know all such things?

Mr. Navrange:Actually, I am a numerologist as well as an astrologer…I learnt all this, almost all from my family pandit. He was the one who told my dad to get me married early. I was 21 years old and my wife… mmm….she was 16 years old. Nowadays, no one believes in early marriage, ever since education, job, money etc., has started getting more importance!

Mrs. Kavita:…hmm….ya

Mr. Navrange:But …it is good that you did not tell me your date of birth (pointing towards Mrs. Seema) … because, if you believe, some information of yours will be misused by others it should not be disclosed. But you can trust me…

Mrs. Seema:…ohh ok

Mr. Navrange:No… seriously, I had a similar incident in my life. One of my office colleague, he had plans to buy a land plot for himself, and after few years her daughter was soon going to get married. He, very carelessly, used to discuss and share every bit of information related to the plot and his daughter’s marriage plan, amongst others. There were certain criticizers who would say discouragingly at his back, “Aree…Navrange, I tell you …this man….he will not be able to get the plot. And I don’ think he will be able to get his daughter married in time, even if he gets the plot!!!”…and after few years my colleagues parent’s fell ill. Very serious illness…all the money he had accumulated for the land plot and her daughter’s marriage was all spent on his parent’s illness. When I consulted my guru …our family pandit, he said, sometimes the evil influences are so strong that no one can escape its effect. That is why; you should only disclose your very confidential and personal information…to only those, whom you believe.

Mrs. Kavita:…hmmm…right! …ya ….there are such people in the world, who out of jealousy, will think bad about the other person….and due to impact of strong evil thoughts, the other person has to suffer!

And while this conversation was going on …Mrs. Doctor came in, along with her daughter. Looking at them, Mr. Navrange said “Namaskar Madam, I was waiting for you Doctor. Hey…hi, how are you beta?" (he said that looking at her daughter who must be around 10-12 years old.)

I observed, Mrs. Doctor, she brought a heavy, uneasy, difficult smile to express her greetings for the elderly, Mr. Navrange. (… this was very much readable from her face for me.)

Mrs. Doctor:Namaskar! … Had to bring her along, today she has taken leave from school!...so I got late.

Mr. Navrange:ohh…ok!...

But, before Mr. Navrange could say anything, Mrs. Doctor walked inside the main room, may be to avoid, any boring useless conversation with him. He turned towards, Mrs. Kavita and Mrs. Seema, and said…

Mr. Navrange:I tell you, she (Mrs. Doctor) is equally good! Both the Doctor and his wife, their work is just wonderful! …

And just at that time, receptionist, who had went inside, came out and said “Mr. Patkar! Please go inside! … and yes please, switch off you mobile phone.

Me:Ok!” … I switched off my mobile phone and went inside. Mrs. Doctor gave me local anesthesia using an injection, near the gums of the affected wisdom tooth. Yuck...it was awfully bitter in taste!!! Who on earth, invents all such things…huhhn!!! After, she gave me that anesthesia; she asked “Are you feeling giddy?

Me: (… in mind I said, “SHIT!!! …what is GIDDY?” So I said,) “aannn???

Mrs. Doctor: (… She thought, I did not hear properly, so she said,) “I said, are you feeling giddy?

…now, I had no option but to ask her what is the meaning of “giddy”….so I asked her

Me:g…giddy?...means?

Mrs. Doctor:Giddy means…mmm…are you feeling like you are getting unconscious or loosing your balance…something like that!

Me:No no …nothing like that!

Mrs. Doctor:Ok fine! … generally some of them do. You wait outside for few minutes until; the anesthesia takes its effect!

Me:ok!

I went out, another woman patient had come in by now, and to my surprise, Mr. Navrange was still talking to the two ladies, and the new one was not involved yet. I went and sat back at my old place. Mrs. Thomas had gone by now. In the clinic, there were only, 5 people, Me, Mr. Navrange, Mrs. Kavita, Mrs. Seema, and the new lady …let us call her Mrs. Gaikwad.

Mrs. Gaikwad (name changed) was :-

  • Short, around 5 feet and 3 or 4 inches
  • Dark and dusky complexion
  • Overall, looking exhausted
  • She was dressed up in a Punjabi dress
  • She must be in her 40s or early 50s

I just sat on my place, and the receptionist, said to Mr. Navrange…

Receptionist:Mr. Navrange… you are next, please go inside! … and Mrs. Kavita and Mrs. Seema…Sir will see your problem now, you can also go inside.

Mr. Navrange went inside. The moment he closed the door of the main room of the clinic, I asked the receptionist:

Me: Madam, the gentleman who went inside just now… is he a regular patient?

Receptionist: (she smiled…as if she was expecting me to ask this) “yeah!

Me:Madam, can you please tell me his name…I was listening to all the conversation so far!

Receptionist: (she smiled again…as if she knew exactly what I was thinking about the people involved in the conversation.) “Navrange! … Now that he has gone inside, he will go on chatting with Mrs. Doctor

Me: (…I smiled back!) :)

Mrs. Gaikwad: (…suddenly from nowhere) “Yes...even I was listening to their conversation. Seems like, their wavelengths had matched. After all, the three of them were Brahmins naa!!! It Seems like Mr. Navrange is very talkative. He was talking so much…Ohh my god!

and after that Mrs. Gaikwad, the very same woman, who was annoyed with Mr. Navrange being so talkative …took on Mr. Navrange’s role unknowingly … and from there on, it was just all, “Blah …blah…blah” coming from her.

Now, in the next part you will get to know about actual surgery experience, but before I end this post, I do know, many of us like to “READ” people…yes ….i mean it. We like to “READ” other people. Some of them do it by observing the gestures, style, way of talking, way of walking, physical appearance etc., whereas others who don’t like to do this lively, will read a novel, and try to READ and PICTURIZE the person. In the end, we do READ others!!! May be that is a general human tendency. For me this was live, for you, this is just like some story, … I want a very frank opinion about your understanding of these characters, based on the way they have been described. Please!!! I want your comments on: -

  • Nature of these characters
  • Their possible backgrounds
  • Their beliefs
  • Their real and fake faces or personalities, if at all they have

My next post is on the actual dental surgery experience...

An hour at the clinic

An hour at the clinic

As scheduled, I reached the clinic at sharp 10.00 am. My appointment was also scheduled at 10.00 am. Phew! … I took my seat in the reception room, no one was their except for the receptionist and me. Now, don’t get me wrong, when I have said that since, some of your dirty minds might be thinking something else. After about 15-20 minutes, I asked her, “Miss, has the doctor come in?”…she replied “No, Madam is on her way”. I wondered how to spend time till then, so I plugged in my earphones in my mobile and started listening to the music. Now almost 45 minutes passed by and nothing was happening. And just a second after I thought this… a man walked in. He was also a patient, few minutes later a woman walked in. Now there were four of us in the clinic’s reception room - 3 patients and 1 receptionist. Now here comes the interesting part, that is, what happened next for another 30 minutes. And before I tell you that, here is a brief description of the people present in the clinic.

The Man: -

Let’s call him Mr. Navrange (name changed). This man was:
  • Short … around 5 feet and 6 inches
  • Not so skinny …just well covered
  • Fair complexion (…I mean the INDIAN fair complexion!)
  • Probably…in his sixties
  • A typical, arrogant and reticent look on his face…at least that is what his face described to me
  • He was wearing a watch on his left hand, a rakhi on right hand and 2 rings on the last and second last fingers of his right hand

The Woman: -

Let’s call her Mrs. Thomas (name changed). She was:
  • Short…same as the man, around 5 feet 5 or 4 inches
  • She was stout or fat…don’t know how to put this but, overall well covered
  • Dusky complexion (Majority INDIANS are dusky…he he he !)
  • Probably in her fifties or sixties … or may be seventies. I am not so good at judging women. Someday I will!
  • She did not have bindi, (…she was Christian!)

Me: -

I am …I was …I mean I am taller than both of them around 5 feet and 9 inches, fair looking, with a very ugly but dark black beard grown in bits, average built, yet handsome!....oh come on!... you know about me!....right? …No?... you can know more about me, just drop by at Orkut or you add me in your chat list… my ids are patkaromkar@gmail.com / omkarpatkar@yahoo.com /patkaromkar@hotmail.com


About my dear wisdom tooth

About my dear wisdom tooth

It was not a usual wisdom tooth. Reason?…it did not grow as it should have. It grew with inclined position, leaving no room for it to come out completely. And this is what led to the problem…the improper position led the surrounding teeth to grow accordingly leading to swelling of gums which caused accumulation of food particles leading to the decay of the tooth. The tooth was almost 50 % damaged, and it was high time I took any action for it. And that’s when I decided to remove it. In the photo you can see the one at the left hand side is my wisdom tooth which was so inclined.

My First Dental Surgery

My First Dental Surgery

Hmmm, this isn’t my first surgery…but since it was related to dentures …yes this is first one! I want to write down this experience of mine, which was very interesting, interesting for me at least. Today this surgery took place to remove the wisdom tooth, which was giving a lot of problem. I am 24 years old. What was interesting for me, was the time I spent in the clinic today, and the actual surgery that took place. But before that, some background idea.