It all started with a microscopic projection on my right cheek. It was so tiny that the most advanced electron microscope would have never detected it. Oh, but it was detected all right- by my mother's admirable eyesight which has to use reading glasses for reading newspaper headlines. Surrendering to her badgering, I applied a generous proportion of turmeric over it. Next day, I went to school looking like I had the jaundice. It was my Chemistry pre-board practical day and once I was out of the lab, people kept asking me if I'd blown up a test tube of nitric acid on my face. Ok, I survived that.
That afternoon, under the combined effects of turmeric and chemical fumes from the lab, the "microscopic" thing becomes... well macroscopic. Some obnoxious colleague of my mother comes visiting and the dreadful woman picks up on the stupid thing and rubs it in.
Literally.
"You poor thing! You're getting pimples. Better watch it when you gobble up all those oily foods."
She punctuated this with a not-exactly-soft poke on the centre of her attention.
Ouch.
Needless to say, after all that physical torture, my skin went wild and the macroscopic one became... gigantic.
At school, not even one person leaves the issue alone.
"Haritha you've a PIMPLE! A gigantic one at that!"
Really? Gee, I never knew. I thought it was a swarm of mosquitoes feasting on my cheek when I looked in the mirror that morning….
Then the annoying one.
"Girl somebody has a crush on you... a BIG one."
Hmmm... people having crushes on you makes you spout pimples? I wonder how many Angelina Jolie has….
Then the unwanted advising ones.
"Put No Marks cream over it. It'll be gone in a jiffy."
"Smear ripe papaya over it!", said the next one.
"Actually milk and cream are the best", sprouted off another know-it-all.
"It is caused by increased body temperature. Drink lots of juice." put in another busy-body.
No thanks! I had enough of home remedies. I'll just let nature take it course.
And then the grinning, teasing guys.
"Haritha! There's an extra organ on your face!."
"Girl, you've a third eye... wrong place for it, nah? Should’ve been dead centre on your forehead."
That one earned me a new nickname Shiva (A Hindu God with three eyes, the third one being on the forehead).
Then came the one that totally ticked me off.
This stupid kid comes up to me. He must be abut two years my junior. He asks, "So, you're in twelfth. How is it going?"
Smiling tiredly and giving the accepted reply of the 12th graders, I sighed "Oh! Don't ask..."
The smart ass says sympathetically, "Yeah, I know. Pimples right?"
GRRRRRR.....Oh, if looks could've killed....
By the end of the day, I felt the stupid thing weigh unbearably on my cheek. I actually started to feel my face gravitate downwards. It went into such an extremity that my right eye actually shrank. SHRANK! So, then I had people sympathizing over my uneven eyes also.
I endured the week.
Then another junior of mine comes up me when I was just sitting there, doing no harm to life or environment, as we know it as tells me...
"Woah! You have a VOLCANO on your cheek!"
What can I say? That one was one too many.
Mt Fuji finally blew.
That afternoon, under the combined effects of turmeric and chemical fumes from the lab, the "microscopic" thing becomes... well macroscopic. Some obnoxious colleague of my mother comes visiting and the dreadful woman picks up on the stupid thing and rubs it in.
Literally.
"You poor thing! You're getting pimples. Better watch it when you gobble up all those oily foods."
She punctuated this with a not-exactly-soft poke on the centre of her attention.
Ouch.
Needless to say, after all that physical torture, my skin went wild and the macroscopic one became... gigantic.
At school, not even one person leaves the issue alone.
"Haritha you've a PIMPLE! A gigantic one at that!"
Really? Gee, I never knew. I thought it was a swarm of mosquitoes feasting on my cheek when I looked in the mirror that morning….
Then the annoying one.
"Girl somebody has a crush on you... a BIG one."
Hmmm... people having crushes on you makes you spout pimples? I wonder how many Angelina Jolie has….
Then the unwanted advising ones.
"Put No Marks cream over it. It'll be gone in a jiffy."
"Smear ripe papaya over it!", said the next one.
"Actually milk and cream are the best", sprouted off another know-it-all.
"It is caused by increased body temperature. Drink lots of juice." put in another busy-body.
No thanks! I had enough of home remedies. I'll just let nature take it course.
And then the grinning, teasing guys.
"Haritha! There's an extra organ on your face!."
"Girl, you've a third eye... wrong place for it, nah? Should’ve been dead centre on your forehead."
That one earned me a new nickname Shiva (A Hindu God with three eyes, the third one being on the forehead).
Then came the one that totally ticked me off.
This stupid kid comes up to me. He must be abut two years my junior. He asks, "So, you're in twelfth. How is it going?"
Smiling tiredly and giving the accepted reply of the 12th graders, I sighed "Oh! Don't ask..."
The smart ass says sympathetically, "Yeah, I know. Pimples right?"
GRRRRRR.....Oh, if looks could've killed....
By the end of the day, I felt the stupid thing weigh unbearably on my cheek. I actually started to feel my face gravitate downwards. It went into such an extremity that my right eye actually shrank. SHRANK! So, then I had people sympathizing over my uneven eyes also.
I endured the week.
Then another junior of mine comes up me when I was just sitting there, doing no harm to life or environment, as we know it as tells me...
"Woah! You have a VOLCANO on your cheek!"
What can I say? That one was one too many.
Mt Fuji finally blew.
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