I am still in disbelief over completing these many blog posts on this blog. It is surreal to know that just four months back, I had started this blog to give myself a reason to write every day. I also started a poetry challenge, one that did not come to fruition. But this blog has, and I think back to the time when I was so apprehensive about this whole exercise. I had thought that with the stress of academics, I would not be able to make myself find the time to write every day. During many points in the semester, I got very close to not writing a blog post for a day. But I managed to pull through, pushing myself to write every day.
This finals week, when I was stuck with a very scary and extremely weird writers’ block, that completely robbed my voice and left me struggling, I still managed to write every day. They will not be my best writing on this blog, but then that takes me to a conversation and realisation I had today in a conversation with my grandparents. They had asked me about my final papers and if I had done my best on them. As I was speaking to them, I realised a thing. I probably did not do my best, in a sense, compared to what I had done before. But given the time and circumstances that I was stuck in, I did do my best. I tried, stuck to my deadlines, and battled my way through it like a champ. And no one, not even myself can stop me from deriving some sort of validation from it. Yes, granted that I probably will not be getting good grades for those papers, but that does not take away from the fact that I tried, and to an extent, definitely succeeded.
It is a very liberating feeling, one that makes me feel victorious, and after these rather trying times, any kind of happy and liberating emotion is welcome in my life. It is actually quite funny to think about how when I was speaking to my grandparents, I started humming to myself. My grandparents’ immediate response was, “nee marupadiyum paadradhu kekardhukku romba sandhoshama irukku” (to listen to you sing again [after all this while] is making us happy). It was true, I am in much better spirits, it is like that one tooth that was bothering me and causing quite a nuisance to the other teeth around it had finally fallen out, or maybe it had been pulled out. In this world, how do we ever know if anything is pulled out or if it fell on its own–they say free will is a myth, an illusion after all.
But talking about tooth and teeth reminds me of the time I went to the dentist when I was a small kid of around 6-7 years old. I was in the third standard when I had two teeth growing right behind my lower incisors. My teeth weren’t falling off, so one day, when I had been in the hospital with my parents (I had told a story of how I used to go to the hospitals on weekends), they decided to take me to the dental doctor in that very hospital. We went there and the dentist’s name, incidentally, happened to be a combination of my mother’s and father’s names. It was decided that the tooth behind which the new one was growing had to be pulled out, along with the one adjacent to it. This was so that the new growing tooth would be able to move forward, uninhibited.
He was a nice guy, he made a joke about his name and I was as unimpressed and nervous as a 6-year-old going to the dentist will be. He told me that the injection (local anaesthesia) would be as painless as an ant bite. Of course, I thought, it will be as painless as an ant bite. Yeah, I was a pretty snarky kid, I still am salty many a time, but that is another matter altogether. This first time went pretty smoothly, it did not hurt as much, I had been sitting on my father’s lap and he had closed my eyes with his hands so that I won’t be scared. This reminded me of how sometimes sacrificial goats’ eyes are tied with cloth so that the goat will not see the blade. But nonetheless, I did not comment on it. It was pretty fine, it went pretty smoothly and I got to eat ice cream for being a good kid. I liked it, I wasn’t scared anymore.
This was just for one tooth, I still had another lower incisor to pull out. This was also the time when I had a problem with one of my upper incisors. A freak accident as a small child, when I had been around three years old, had broken the tooth into a crescent-shaped monstrosity, and it had been filled by another dentist. But, I being me, who was completely a nosy, annoying child, managed to dislodge the filling. I spent a good part of my early school life with a crescent-shaped front tooth. The expectation was that the tooth would fall off, but it didn’t. In fact, I reckon, I still have some milk teeth left which haven’t fallen off yet.
The next visit was to pull off that tooth. Now because of my breezy first experience, I felt like a queen, a bold young lady and I said to my father that I will sit alone in the chair, no assistance was required anymore. His help before was appreciated but right now, pretty unnecessary. So I sat in the chair, the injection was put, I kept my eyes open throughout. I was a bold child now, wasn’t I? Here’s when the problem started. The tooth wouldn’t come out, and it started hurting a lot as the dentist tried to pull it out. I don’t know where the guy put the injection, but it clearly was not where it was supposed to be. It hurt so much that whether my tooth was coming out or not, my life definitely was being pulled out of me. Finally, that tooth was pulled out–I was scarred for life, scared about the dentist and terrified at the prospect of coming back for the final teeth pulling (the second lower incisor one). Finally, the doctor had the audacity to say to me, “You can have ice cream now”, the nerve!
My last tooth pulling went relatively smoothly, I sat with my mom now, this tooth also took time to be pulled out. But it wasn’t painful, thankfully. I don’t deal well with pain, I am easily moved to tears. I can cry and create a nuisance for everyone, yes I am quite capable of that. The number of times I have thrown a tantrum over fear and pain is quite embarrassing. I like to think that I have grown up now, beyond those kinds of childish expressions. But here’s the thing, it is a key part of my personality and one that is, quite honestly, not that bad, at least in my opinion. Yes, it probably was not my ‘best’ behaviour, but again, given the circumstances, I did try didn’t I?
And that’s my memory for the day.