amputation...successful

Cauterization is one of the most underrated procedures in medical science. It is the last resort taken by doctors to stop bleeding. A flame or a red hot metal tip is pressed mercilessly upon the wound, the result; a reddish brown mass of instantly boiled clot of blood.


After the teeth were gone I lamented and rued over the loss for a few days. Suddenly I realized that the lacuna of the problem was not situated within my oral cavity. It was there somewhere deeper and if I did not get a cure for it I was destined to be destroyed.


It was a cancerous growth inside me which had to be removed at the earliest. It had been fed and nurtured for four years and had grown strong and wily. In the absence of a surgeon I decided to take the task unto myself. Preparing for the surgery I held consultations with K and K. The stage was set. The anesthesia was lying filled to the brim in the cylinder beside me. The knives and scissors and bandages neatly arranged in the surgeon's pan. But their was a catch. In fact their were a couple of catch. Firstly I couldn't anesthetize myself and secondly the tumor was growing out of the superior vena cava encapsulating a part of the aorta. So remove the tumor and bleed to death; don't remove it and die slowly. Basically I was screwed.


That's when cauterization came to the rescue. I dug deep, located the malignant growth and snipped it off. Immediately I used a burning piece of wood and shoved it into the gaping hole.


Hisssssssssssssssss.....


Just one day down and I feel better. K told me to wait for a while and get the dentures later. She said. "Let your gums heal, nourish them, let them get stronger and for all you know you might not need dentures." It doesn't happen in science but I am sure my teeth will grow again. I am not in a hurry so no quick-fix-rebound dentures for me this time.


Amputation successful!
or is it?

whats in the name - an exposition

It took me almost 10 minutes before I decided the name. I knew exactly what was going through my system and my thoughts too were emanating clear signals. I guess the reason for the delay was the intricate manner in which my thoughts and feelings were spinning together, forming the perfect thread from the tempestuous yarn inside. I guess once you know how things came to this pass, you'll understand better.

I always considered myself to be good with relations. At least till date people falling within my radar of friends have come seeking suggestions on what to do next...to wait for a while or to go for the kill or how to cope up with any obstacle which comes on their path to fulfill the goal of reaching a particular status in their relationship. It was always a cake walk for me. Perched on the top of a tower looking down on the situation I inevitably led the sheep to their pen.

But today the plot has changed. From a shepherd I have metamorphosised into a hapless sheep.

Its been almost a week since I lost the one person I had started loving more than myself. I am the victim here and no matter how hard I try its impossible to climb the tower and look down upon my predicament. I am looking at my situation from a molecule's eye view. Having roosted on the pinnacle all my life its impossible for me to reconcile.

She was the closest any man, woman or animal ever got to me. It would be fair to say that she grew into a vital organ. If I am asked to draw a comparison I'd say she became like a set of teeth. Everything which provided fuel was cut in precision by her before entering my system. Like any other human I never thought what would happen once I lost my teeth.

At first it didn't seem that big a deal. But now as it gets tougher to chew, my innards begin to reject everything. My gums are sore and they can't contribute in ruminating. It would have been so easy for me to help someone else in a similar situation but I guess its impossible to notice the sore bleeding gums from a bird's eye view.