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I've come to the conclusion that you know you're old when you start to use a toothpick after a meal.
Sophistication took on a new meaning, when the same friends started covering their mouth with one hand while the other frantically still prodded and poked, vainly trying to dislodge the last remnants of mutton or chicken stuck somewhere in the mouth.
Now, I too have joined the bandwagon of those who demand this ubiquitous object and are thoroughly flustered when a host is unable to supply one. The fear of not being supplied one in times of need, has led to many friends my age carrying their own supplies tucked into the crevices of their wallets.
And this is undoubtedly justified. When a tiny food grain manages to lodge itself somewhere in the cracks of our teeth, it slowly takes on the nature of the Pea under the Princess’ mattress.
The finger takes its place next. And those who grow an extra-long fingernail are liable to meet with more success than the rest. (The handy matchstick sharpened to a point was my father’s implement of choice. We weren’t familiar with the toothpick back then.)
Anthropologists have found what appear to be toothpick marks on the fossilised remains of our earliest known human relatives, the Neanderthals, who lived between about 1,30,000 and 40,000 years ago. So we now know we are in august company.
I've seen movies where brawny men chew toothpicks, pushing them from one side of the mouth to the other and managing to make it look super cool. I never thought it odd, and naively justified the action thinking that the actors were substituting a cigarette for a toothpick.
(The author is a fifty-plus academician who's worked in schools for 24 years but has given it up to pursue her passion of travelling and writing. She has always been called the 'cool Ma'am' and now the ‘cool Aunty’. She hopes it's true. Tweet to her @sumitaatimus)
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