Rhymes and Reasons

Kids are exposed to too much violence on television... Most parents lament... but as someone once said “There's so much comedy on television. Does that cause comedy in the streets?”
Come to think of it. Most of the nursery rhymes enjoyed by kids do have their fair share of violence... Most here refers to a count that is more than the number of times Elizabeth Taylor said I do... Quite a number huh?

Lets see... off the top of my head I am thinking ‘Hush a bye baby, on the tree top, When the wind blows the cradle will rock’! Would someone care to explain why in the name of god, any person would tie a cradle in the highly ludicrous location mentioned. Not good parenting if you ask me! Stark resemblance to a rather infamous incident by wacko Jacko huh? ‘London Bridge is falling down’ seems to have caught the fancy of not just the kids, but of a certain man who has ‘bin’ a household name for a while now. ‘Three blind mice’ where the farmer's wife cuts off the mice’s tails! Very inconsiderate… in fact as inconsiderate as competing with a one legged man in a serious butt kicking competition! Don’t even get me started on ‘Georgie Porgie, puddin' and pie’... It’s as amoral as it can get! Peter, the pumpkin eater sounds mentally unstable to me. If he had a wife and could not keep her, why the heck didn’t she divorce him on grounds that he had gone bonkers!

Sitting on the walls and having falls, breaking crowns and tumbling down, monkeys jumping on the bed and banging their heads( lesser said about this the better… lest it offends a certain Mr.Symonds), old women and kids living in a shoe house ,cats being thrown into wells , creepy spiders and lots more.. In fact I think about 15% of the rhymes are more violent than the remaining 85%.(Its true!!). Makes you wonder about how well prepared the kids are!

One has got to give credit where its due! I think this rhyme:
Row Row row a boat,
gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life’s but a dream.

Just sums it all up!

At the end of the canal..

There he was... His face close to mine... His eyes intense. This was it, I thought and shut my eyes. Sigh....

DRILL!! And thus began my root canal treatment...

A week earlier I sat at the waiting room, as I sat helping detective Sam and Dudley find all the eight toothbrushes in a picture of a house which looked suspiciously like No.4, pivot drive (streetlight... mirror.. door handle.. they were all shaped like toothbrushes!) , I was led into the dentist’s desk. One look at my tooth was that was required for him to announce ROOT CANAL! He went ahead cheerfully explaining the nuances of the treatment. He obviously believed that RC was the best thing that happened to mankind... after the discovery of fire of course.
I fretted and worried... i brush twice a day... Then why... My sisters chorused “all roads go the dentists’ way”... After much deliberation and procrastination... My friends will vouch for the fact that I am the undisputed queen of procrastination... I finally found myself at his desk waiting for the treatment to begin.
Lotsa shots (ouch!!), drilling (ouch ouch!!), strong saline solutions (yes... I can still taste them sometimes) and lotta searching for my root canals (my friend is still sure he was searching for his very slim and probably limited edition of omega or tag heuer which fell off his wrist into my mouth). With decipherability that would put a rather skilled worksman to shame he told me about cementing and measurements.
I am finally fit enough to eat ice cream without flinching and chew on both sides. And oh did I tell you... I am going to be “crowned” next week!:)