The chicken stuck between the teeth.

The title may sound very pro-non-vegetarian, but it's just that 'The coriander stuck between the teeth' didn't sound all that appealing.

'Tooth-picking' is a very common phenomenon, specially resented at the dining table, for obviously very obvious reasons. Just to get things dramatic, "All the world is a stage....Tooth-picking on this stage, might cause a lot of rage!".

Any ways, when the chicken IS stuck between one's teeth, it is one of the few moments in life when you  acknowledge the fact that 'The tongue is the strongest muscle in the body'. Definitely so if you do manage to get the chicken out of your teeth after those toiling minutes of irritation and agony!

THE WORST PART!! Imagine a situation that you are sitting in a room full of people. There's this post-lunch presentation you are supposed to give right now. Annnd the chicken you had in your lunch is trapped in the crevices of your pearly-whites. Mind you, no place to hide! So if you have plans to take matters into your own 'hands', "EWW!!". Goodness gracious!! Now what??? Do you try and maintain composure(or do your best to look so?) or give in to the undying wish to get rid of the chicken and give your presentation in peace? The latter of course, inviting sneers from onlookers, sounds like a bad option. Isn't it?

So if doing something is good for a person, and 'others' feel otherwise, the person should stop doing what is good for himself/herself? Sadly, that's exactly the way, people around us have become, rather, have always been. The NORM is to CONFORM. Both capitalized words being excruciatingly painful combinations of alphabets to ever make sense. 

There's just another thing that comes to attention. COMPRESSED AIR.

Hopefully the words alone are suggestive. If not, here we go...FARTS!!!(and maybe burps too...)

Look at the beautiful word. Say it aloud in your head.. 

FARTS...FARTS...FARTS...FARTS...FARTS!!!

Let the word grow on you! Hear the sound. Let it echo in the space inside your skull! It actually the same sound as that of the air that comes tearing through one's backside under all that pressure. By the way, if there's no sound, BEWARE!! It's a bomb!!(Ever heard of SILENT, but DEADLY FARTS??...SBDF for convenience..)

Burp's ain't that dramatic.. Since we chuck anything undramatic, out goes the BURP!

Yeah, there have been scores of joke books, stupid applications on probably every mobile and railway platform on farts. None of it is bad. Surely anything but bad! Who wouldn't enjoy a fit of laughter? Huh? But still, we don't have everyone FMAO(Farting My Arse Out...by the way) with the rest Laughing their Arse Out, now do we? Although doing so will put one person at ease for 'cutting cheese', it is kind of a rare practice. What we all do get though, is the bombs. The silent ones! The KILLERS! Ever been in a crowded  elevator at the wrong time? Shit!! Although it must be easy to spot the guilty one. He/she will be as silent as the fart! I haven't been in a crowded elevator, by the way... I use the stairs.
2 benefits...
1. I don't get killed by bombs
2. I can drop my own bombs without wiping out an entire population from asphyxiation, just in case I do feel like it.
Our existence , and everything that ever came to surround it, seems to point out that behavior of a crowd seeks motivation  from the ease of putting down something/someone that/who stands up us, instead of getting motivated by the thing/one that dares to stand. There are of course those, who stand tall regardless. They manage to keep our faith in the spirit of mankind intact.Maybe, that's what makes living life worth looking forward to.