As told by- The Telephone
Nose, perhaps is one of the most sensitive part of the facial anatomy. Not only does it work as a sense organ of smell, it also defines the personality. There is a flip side though; it also sticks prominently out on the face rendering itself susceptible to easy wear and tear of unpleasant kind. Adept at conveying the sense of disgust, arrogance, disdain, dislike or discomfort by a slight twitch, it does get punched, pinched or rubbed a lot. But mostly, noses have a pampered existence and show displeasure at a slightest neglect by sneezing and running making the owner sick and tired. It competes with eyes in running and with ears in being pinched or punched. Noses, as a rule come in many shapes and sizes but the owner comes with a readymade nose and till recently, could not do much about it. It is also, more often than not targeted by one’s enemies intend on breaking it. A wise man always protects his nose first. That was the conclusion our Purja had reached after many nose sensitive encounters.
“Why talk about the nose? Weren’t you going to tell us about the punishment for dismantling the radio? Asked a fidgety remote. It hated all the un-necessary delays in unraveling of mystery that was so trendy in modern soap operas. Not good for heart, he felt. Anyway this whole nose business was not making sense.
“I am coming to that, Remote. The nose played a key role in this unusual punishment. You see, Purja and Gira were found doing their homework with concentration never seen before. Their respective dads were pleased that at last their progeny was doing something worthwhile. Purja’s father was enjoying his evening tea when he saw little Pint’s and a pillow playing peek a boo with NRIs [non- resident radio inmates] namely, Nut & co. Intrigued, Goltu the informer was sent for.”
“Goltu?” Firm voice and a twitch of an eyebrow followed at this sensitive juncture.
“Gira and Purja opened the radio. I just watched for the singing man that they promised I would see if I kept quiet. And Pints kept running and disturbing. I did not do anything. They also fought, calling names and…….” Goltu blabbered on, letting the cat out along with its stinky luggage.
“On the basis of the information received after a mere twitch of an eyebrow cross- examination, the Radio was checked. Believe me, the Nut &co. inside the radio made such a ruckus that no one was left in doubt of unruly conditions prevalent within. Both the mechanics were summoned, chastened and punished. In lieu of the judgment, their noses were blackened with powdered kohl and put to task of writing, ‘I will not touch E.Gs’ on the floor, one hundred times.”
“You mean, they wrote with their noses? Asked the Mobile incredulously. “Yep! They sure did. In the beginning, they thought it was great fun but it became tedious as fun wore off. It was a tough job. They had to kohl powder their noses repeatedly hence they made quite a mess. Afterwards they were made to clean the floor with detergent, but the nose retained the blackish tinge for a long time, protesting misuse. Noses do have their pride, you know. If you don’t believe me, try writing with it. ‘Nose penning’ is back breaking.” Challenged the Telephone.
The younger members took up the challenge, falling over each other, trying out their nose pens. After a mini chaos, the conclusion was unanimous: it was an appropriate punishment for both meddlers. Fathers inc. had their un-challenged vote.
Purja was pleasantly surprised though. Unintentionally, he became a proud owner of a large collection of nuts, bolts, springs and two excellent magnets that little Pints had managed to misplace and hoard while they were busy reassembling the radio. Pints was going to be worth his weight in gold, he felt. There was a certain degree of respect in his eyes as he looked at his younger cousin. No punishment could nullify this pleasure. Little Pints was maturing well, he thought. And one could see Gira with a cloths-pin on her nose for next few hours till her mother saw her in such a nose pinched manner.
Why so? What was the cloths- pin doing sticking out on her nose? It was an obvious question in every ones mind. “Well! She was kind of displeased with the lack of aristocratic sharpness to her nose and felt the nose penning business had enhanced the said, defect. So on Purja’s advice with whom, she had resumed dialogue during the trying times of nose pen activity, she resorted to the cloths-pin therapy. She hoped for an instant solution. Whether, this unique therapy worked or not is entirely a matter of scientific discussion. As for us, the sight was quite entertaining.” The Telephone felt it had done full justice to the story.
“ Who is next? Called out the Walking stick authoritatively, calling the meeting to order after the nose pen entertainment. The members, who had gone for some refreshments and freshening up, were filing back into the main hall. An old Harmonium struck a note in answer. Every one craned their necks to catch a glimpse of this musical member.
Nose, perhaps is one of the most sensitive part of the facial anatomy. Not only does it work as a sense organ of smell, it also defines the personality. There is a flip side though; it also sticks prominently out on the face rendering itself susceptible to easy wear and tear of unpleasant kind. Adept at conveying the sense of disgust, arrogance, disdain, dislike or discomfort by a slight twitch, it does get punched, pinched or rubbed a lot. But mostly, noses have a pampered existence and show displeasure at a slightest neglect by sneezing and running making the owner sick and tired. It competes with eyes in running and with ears in being pinched or punched. Noses, as a rule come in many shapes and sizes but the owner comes with a readymade nose and till recently, could not do much about it. It is also, more often than not targeted by one’s enemies intend on breaking it. A wise man always protects his nose first. That was the conclusion our Purja had reached after many nose sensitive encounters.
“Why talk about the nose? Weren’t you going to tell us about the punishment for dismantling the radio? Asked a fidgety remote. It hated all the un-necessary delays in unraveling of mystery that was so trendy in modern soap operas. Not good for heart, he felt. Anyway this whole nose business was not making sense.
“I am coming to that, Remote. The nose played a key role in this unusual punishment. You see, Purja and Gira were found doing their homework with concentration never seen before. Their respective dads were pleased that at last their progeny was doing something worthwhile. Purja’s father was enjoying his evening tea when he saw little Pint’s and a pillow playing peek a boo with NRIs [non- resident radio inmates] namely, Nut & co. Intrigued, Goltu the informer was sent for.”
“Goltu?” Firm voice and a twitch of an eyebrow followed at this sensitive juncture.
“Gira and Purja opened the radio. I just watched for the singing man that they promised I would see if I kept quiet. And Pints kept running and disturbing. I did not do anything. They also fought, calling names and…….” Goltu blabbered on, letting the cat out along with its stinky luggage.
“On the basis of the information received after a mere twitch of an eyebrow cross- examination, the Radio was checked. Believe me, the Nut &co. inside the radio made such a ruckus that no one was left in doubt of unruly conditions prevalent within. Both the mechanics were summoned, chastened and punished. In lieu of the judgment, their noses were blackened with powdered kohl and put to task of writing, ‘I will not touch E.Gs’ on the floor, one hundred times.”
“You mean, they wrote with their noses? Asked the Mobile incredulously. “Yep! They sure did. In the beginning, they thought it was great fun but it became tedious as fun wore off. It was a tough job. They had to kohl powder their noses repeatedly hence they made quite a mess. Afterwards they were made to clean the floor with detergent, but the nose retained the blackish tinge for a long time, protesting misuse. Noses do have their pride, you know. If you don’t believe me, try writing with it. ‘Nose penning’ is back breaking.” Challenged the Telephone.
The younger members took up the challenge, falling over each other, trying out their nose pens. After a mini chaos, the conclusion was unanimous: it was an appropriate punishment for both meddlers. Fathers inc. had their un-challenged vote.
Purja was pleasantly surprised though. Unintentionally, he became a proud owner of a large collection of nuts, bolts, springs and two excellent magnets that little Pints had managed to misplace and hoard while they were busy reassembling the radio. Pints was going to be worth his weight in gold, he felt. There was a certain degree of respect in his eyes as he looked at his younger cousin. No punishment could nullify this pleasure. Little Pints was maturing well, he thought. And one could see Gira with a cloths-pin on her nose for next few hours till her mother saw her in such a nose pinched manner.
Why so? What was the cloths- pin doing sticking out on her nose? It was an obvious question in every ones mind. “Well! She was kind of displeased with the lack of aristocratic sharpness to her nose and felt the nose penning business had enhanced the said, defect. So on Purja’s advice with whom, she had resumed dialogue during the trying times of nose pen activity, she resorted to the cloths-pin therapy. She hoped for an instant solution. Whether, this unique therapy worked or not is entirely a matter of scientific discussion. As for us, the sight was quite entertaining.” The Telephone felt it had done full justice to the story.
“ Who is next? Called out the Walking stick authoritatively, calling the meeting to order after the nose pen entertainment. The members, who had gone for some refreshments and freshening up, were filing back into the main hall. An old Harmonium struck a note in answer. Every one craned their necks to catch a glimpse of this musical member.
Is this having some connection with the expression "needle nose"?
ReplyDeleteSeriously writing 100 times is over the top. Father & Co really punished poor buggers.
I can just about see the arched eyebrow looking at Goltu and her starting to tattle instinctively.