starts are amusing...
after pressing the 'backspace' a million times... these are the combinations typed in by my fingers...!!!!
being my first blog was wondering what to start of from....
and as i keyed in these few letters(apprehensively... wondering what comments they might gather... if amir& sharukh discuss dogs i can surely discuss my forefinger!!) my eyes drifted towards the index finger on my right... and thats wen the title comes to me from my first on stage elocution competition poem in kindergarten....
1.23...45 once i caught a fish alive....!!
well i caught no fish but surely was caught in.. that cost me my dear little pointer finger's ability to point in the desired direction....
it starts of with a regular 'diwali's homecoming' preparations.
lazy lousy and dreamy i lend a hand to help and loose my finger...as simple as that.
no one in all his clear senses would ever dare to poke his fidgety finger into a grinding machine...
but trust me curiosity kills.. and so it was with me...
the humming sound of the stuck abeyant grinding stones challenged my wits and i couldnt resist the instinctive left side of my brain from ordering my hands to try and mend the machine...
wat still amazes me is how in world did my same left side not think of commanding my hand to the power switch!!!
and it was not more than a second that the stones waiting for their bait rolled to life... and yes they did bite away.... my long slender forefinger loist its tip... although it did take some time for me to gather the situation with red dripping my brain lousy as it was didnt take responsibility but instead jumped on the stand by switch and before i knew it the ceiling around me was in a spin...
a few spoons of sugar did the trick and i felt the blood rushing to my brain... and i was back to senses but the damage was done... my nail was dangling to its side hanging on to a small piece of flesh...
i knew my nicely cut nail was gone never to come back...
the ride from home to doctors seemed an etrnity.... not tht it helped a lot.... but still his poise was contagious... and i felt better
today eight months down and four months post healing(it took not less than four months to heal)my crooked nail reminds me of the ordeal caused by my gr8 deal of sensibility and alertness!!
learnt to bathe without getting my hands wet.....write with the middle finger (never knew could be put to more use than just flash at abusive people!!!)... dressing your hurt hand without anyones help....!! and recently plucking guitar strings by holding the pluck with ur middle finger again...
u could help me out... anyone knows people who make custom made silver index finger thimbles..!!!
but yes lesson learnt curiosity kills...would have been better had i just learnt it from the tom and jerry broadcast.....!!!!(if u remeber that episode where tom is tormented by jerry and he gets this lesson from the mouse extermination manual........)
