The one price you pay for being naughty, when you are little
and when you’re cute milk tooths fall, making you look weirdly cute, is that you
get messed up crazy permanent tooths later, sometimes every one of them
arguably outta place. Moreover as you age, you get to observe with a tinge of jealousy
the other decent folks, who I guess had some oral discipline when they were
little, with neatly placed tooths (I take the liberty to use this word in this
post) or maybe they were just lucky. It’s then you realize and you begin to
wish that you should have been less
naughtier orally, maybe with the tongue at the most, for now your mouth holds that rather futurist
remarks of those gone indecorous days. You further fantasize that you could better
looking, if you had disciplined your tooths like soldiers with their ’in phase’ marching, creating seemingly a
standing wave. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Standing_wave :P)
However , you get an opportunity to make up for that lack of
discipline by bracing them together for a while and so ya tooths could learn
the art of behaving themselves for a better bigger picture with all of them
hugging each other without intruding the other’s space.
Once your tooths are braced for a higher cause of unity besides their
individual functions, you pay the price for their discipline now. The
struggle starts! A struggle almost compensating for your young oral
naughtiness!
The struggle to brush
often, lest food get stuck and start the bacterial socialization causing more
bacterial colonies and the popular bad breath, which, you know, affects your socialization. And so you have to
manually observe and remove them. The pain that creeps in sometimes, can leave you food
less for you can’t chew. The slight fear creeps up, while playing football, and
so you show often ya opponent your 'backside'. (An Indian slang I reckon) The
curious question guys poke u and ask if your rod would glow like tungsten when electrocuted.
The reluctance to eat meat or crispy stuff, in case the braces come off and moreover this fear gets transmitted in to late
night personal entertainment as horror movies, and you wake up with a start and
a relief flows when u realize that it was just a dream , where the braces had came off. The
metallic pain, when the metal rubs against an ulcer, which probably comes from
the deficiency of vitamin B, is a strange pain. And you can’t chew for gum and
metal share a serious adhesive force. A little long struggle!!!
However, when you
have the braces taken off, u begin to miss them strangely like the days of
childhood. U miss them for they pushed you to struggle but bred a meaning since
this struggle had a glimmer of hope; a hope of a better smile. Hope stitched with
braces is liberating!
Hope is what makes a struggle dignified and gives the person,
a meaning. Hopeless struggle is devastating and depressing and is a sheer waste
of time. To struggle without hope is to
be better dead!
Hope is what that changes a struggle to a noble
cause, no matter how hard it seems which sheer optimism can’t provide. Hope,
besides Faith and Love is all you and I need to actually live........
“Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things and no good
thing ever dies” Shawshank Redemption.
It’s: Hope and Braces!!!
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