Wisdom

The two conclusions I have made from the affairs of my day are:-

1. I am a fool, or, bravery is foolish and
2. I love writing.

I mean here I am, unable to make it to college (to those students who are waiting with gasped breath to know what happens next to their Satan hero in the land of Chaos), with something quite similar to smoker's cough (the name is good, else its simply cough), and an inconsistent fever. Beginning yesterday, Mr Wise has also begun making its thrice a year appearance being judiciously felt.

So, Scene I, here I was this afternoon, after 'thinking off the morning' bravely to the dentist...who with knives and forks in her hands (I do not even intend to know the correct names of those sufficiently dangerously looking instruments), put the gun on my tooth "The decision is yours. Now. Or a cyclic dependence on anti-b's". HUH.

NOW. That was my call. "But excuse me Doc, I am also coughing incessantly". (YES, even in pain my convent manners of please-thank you-excuse me-sorry are in perfect order) "Well, its your call, but my experience says it shouldn't bother much", replied she, looking into her watch-dial, quite obviously trying to locate and annotate the queued up patients into her scheduled time-slot. Well, this is the time to deliver a decision for once, for all. NOW. I even had the punch line ready "Let's get done with it!"

Scene II: A very-shocked-from-NOT-screaming-me, walking out of the dentist's door to the patients who looked at me with admiration, one also said "ki shahoshi!" Hmmm, right, very duu-shahoshi I indeed was. I mean what kinda wisdom lurks at the back of your mouth either making a fuss to come out, or, when taken out forcibly, giving you the pain of your life? So I concluded, I was foolish in paying the pain so much attention, or, bravery was foolish, atleast, instant bravery is foolish indeed!!!

And now for my second conclusion...

Since I have been home, swearing infinitely through my teeth and unable to gulp without a pain in the ear/shoulder/back, unable to eat, forget pray and love...unable to concentrate on translation tasks, I took up typing THIS!!! I mean seriously, I am some HUGE joke now, in my coughing relentlessly through wisdom tooth extracted semi-open mouth, literally drinking soup and not eating it, desiring for many murders, and desiring one, just one, peaceful gulp.

Alas, none is to be. So I write. And amazingly, it did give me my ten minutes of pain relief, told me the colour of wisdom is red, and that, I should seriously think of writing regularly, it helps, in more ways than many.

Wisdom lost is wisdom gained.