Milk teeth!!

Yesterday I went to the dentist for the very first time in my life.

The reason was very simple I had a milk teeth that had actually fallen just a few years ago leaving behind empty space. About which my MOM was really anxious that it looks awful—well I never cared—and she badly wanted to fill it. So my venture to the dentist uncle was to fix a teeth in the free area.

As he made me sit on place in his little operation theatre, and started his drill, I started shivering literally...and after 15 minutes of constant drill he finally made the space for the teeth and its cap. Oh my God it was literally a very very horrifying experience; the sound of the drill and the injection to make the place numb….and than what next? He than, inserted a mould filled with a gelly like substance to take the structure of jaws…I had never opened my mouth so big until that day to insert that pathetic taste object in my mouth…

I don’t know how my mom, aunts and cozs visit dentists on regular basis.

According to my mom the pain in teeth is as worst as like cancer…and well, its cure is even not less than the pain.

God forbid!!

Indispensable lust...

Well just recently, with an interaction I have experienced the insight of police people **ahem** don’t worry Everything is alright. The reason for this unwanted interaction was an unfinished inquiry for a job which I will be joining upcoming month.

When we reached at police place, the officer greeted very nicely and assured every help he could do… and well he infact cooperated till the end. And the reason for his congeniality was the fear that we ladies had visited the police station and could tell this to their head who was suppose to verify the certificate.

Well the head was also very nice but his assistant, a clerk who had to finally post the certificate expressed temptations for money which we had to offer in order to assure that the work be done.

This is the difference these people have the bribe thing in their blood and could not live without it. And take the innocent people on edge at every occasion where they could.

There is no real possible solution in my eyes….

Crolly for mega-Polly!!

It was about two years ago when I had just started my quest for job search. That day I was heading for Bahadurabad and the target was a freelance job of writing.

When I reached the venue…it was a two storey building and well I was greeted by a sensible looking person and made seated in a classroom where guidance seminar would take place related to that particular advertisement. When the lecture was started I came to know all the writers have to sell gold-cards to prospective Pakistanis or abroad through sales letter!!

…what a bull-shit, I left the venue in the mid of session.