Change, Root canal and Flashes

At long last, change is here (almost). No, i'm not watching the presidential elections' coverage reruns on youtube; like all outwardly pretentious but insecure and vulnerable 25 year olds, the only change that i find remotely interesting to write about is that which has a direct relation to me.
One day from now I am going to be interviewed by a highly suspicious gentleman slash lady who may or may not deem me fit set step on the soil of the You Es of Aye. Lemme see, they'll probably ask me why i deserve to go to the US in the first place, there would be vague questions asking me to trace my lineage back up to 4 generations. And if there's any shadow of an evidence of my forefathers having swatted a fly - BOOM! bye bye. neeext!. (Blame the rantings on lack of sleep and the root canal I'm going through).

Let's cut to the root canal, shall we? Ok, so on the 18th I had my root canal done. Unlike urban legends, it's not really that painful a process. It gives you an ideal setting to reflect back on the bitch that life is while getting your bad whites fixed. Not a bad bargain.

Here's how it went. I was made to sit on a freakishly comfortable chair, with a fluffy pink-yellow-green sunflower attached to it's robotic arm which, by the way would eventually be used to violate my mouth.
Notes to self -
1 - My office chairs really suck. They need to take a cue on ergonomics from my dentist.
2 - Pink sunflowers are funky. I'm not a fan of pink, but pink sunflowers are another thing. God, how soon can this evolution take place?

The doctor comes in with a mask over his mouth and double disinfected gloves on his hands. With an aire of professionalism he commands me with courtesy to open my mouth and sprays in an intoxicating clove spray.
Note to self
3 - 'Command with courtesy' - need to learn this. It's an art.
4 - The spray tasted good.

Now starts the fun. The robotic arm has an attached tray that has an array of apparatus that would later be used to dig and drill into my tooth and gums. There are about 20 needles, an equal amount of drill tops and generous doses of anesthesia. The doctor goes about his job with discomforting ease (discomforting for me that is).
For every needle he sticks into my tooth, theres a drill which follows that almost rattles my brains out of my ears.
Note to reader
1 - I'm lying of course. It wasn't painful. On the contrary i quite enjoyed drilling. What doesn't kill me makes me stronger.

About halfway through the drilling, a FLASH. Not the one on the robotic arm. The one that lights up inside your head leading you to a sudden realization of great and absolute truth - 'The tooth is the most secular part of the human body'. Really, think about it. You can recognize a Rabbi (not the singer) by his locks, a Brahmin by the absence of his locks, a Jain by absence of footwear, a Muslim by his beard (really, we have distinctive ones :) ), a Sardar by his hair, a Parsi...well we can all recognize a Bawa when we see one. My point is, there's no way you can distinguish a persons faith by his teeth. It's the most secular part of the human body. And by virtue of its secularism, the easiest way to make friends is to flash your 32 whites.
Note to self -
5 - A political party that does not have dental hygiene in its manifesto is not secular.

Convinced that this flash could only have resulted from the abundant quantity of anesthesia in my system i resolve to have another dental procedure soon. Or at least keep some of that spray handy.

Satisfied that I am still capable of ideas that would some day rock the world, my mind wanders to a vacation on a beach. Not Juhu beach; a more famous one, like Hawaii. Blame it on lack of creativity or the comfort of the dentists chair, i start conjuring up images of being seated in that very chair, having a dental procedure (a second root canal perhaps) in Hawaii. Medical tourism anyone?
Note to self
5 - Need a vacation. Maybe thanksgiving.

Seven needles, seven drillings, even more anesthesia and 30 minutes later the doctor still shows no sign of relenting. That doesn't really bother me; these are the only really quite moments I've had for myself in a long time. A very long time. The doctor could dissect my gums for the rest of my life and I wouldn't complain.
No. Not really. Too much quietness can be suicidal as well. With my quota of path breaking ideas over for the day, my mind drifts to more worldly (and mundane) things. Whats life going to be like 5 years hence? Where do I see myself heading? When will I score? More importantly, where will I score?
Note to anyone who cares a fuck. And errr... also to myself
6 - Need to figure out another profession. Now.

That's when I begin to feel the first semblance of discomfort in my mouth. FLASH# 2.
'As long as you're doing something you like while you're simultaneously a part of something you dislike, you're cool'. Otherwise, you're a sitting duck for pain.
(Yeah I didn't get it the first time too). Let's finally put the high school math to some use and form the equation right-
Equation 1 -
Root canal (Dislike) + Theory on dental secularism (Like) = Cool

Equation 2 -
Root canal (Dislike) + Mundane thoughts (Dislike) = Not Cool

Lets put the equation to some asli duniya ka scenario (like the robotics or COA questions in engineering)

Real life example 1 - Year 2005-2006
Work(Dislike) + Gym(Like) = Cool

Real life example 2 - Year 2007-2008
Work(Really Dislike) + Spanish(Like) - Gym(Like) = Cool

Real life example 3 - Year 2009
Work(Get me the FUCK out of here) + Spanish(Like) + Dancing(Like) = Cool

Real life example 4 - Year 2009-2010/2011
(Assuming that homeland security lets me in the US)
Work(Like -- hangs in the balance) + Gym(Like) + Spanish(Like) = Cool

Scenario 5 is where it gets interesting. Year 2011 onward.
Work (Better do something you like) + Basically do stuff that makes you go bonkers = Utopia

Basically what I'm saying is - do something you like. Fuck the rest. Easier said than done.

Perhaps on cue, the doctor tells me we're done for the day. Happy that I had two flashes of self-satisfying self realization, I head to work looking forward to my next two appointments with the comfortable dentist-recliner and the pink sunflower.