The Art of Gargling

It is the time when you feel totally lost. Your nose turns into various shades of pink. Your body burns like you have fever, but those around would say its nothing. With desperation in your eyes, you try to say something but all that comes out is "AAAAchhhhhhhhhhhhooooo" , accompanied by tears flowing down,on the side of a beet-red nose. You go looking for a hanky and suddenly the throat decides to take a "wild safari" ride, you can almost" hear" rather than "feel "the hoarseness down the throat, till the end of the oesophagus. Mom comes round the corner and says "gargle" with salt mixed in hot water. Dad comes around and says with a smile, gargle with "Smyle". Not one of them says "how" to "gargle" ! Giving them a bewildered look, you decide to attempt it once . Master the art of gargling. You pour the "whatever" slurry down your throat, praying that you don't swallow,setting rules that you'll be out if you swallow.You let your throat buds play pinball with the newcomer(liquid)down the lane. The tossing and turning results in a mixture of "gurgle - gargle" sounds resonating at the walls of the larynx . You wait till the game's over, till you reach the heights of endurance, before finally spitting out the" losing team " onto the basin. You muse over the success and the reason behind the nomenclature. You feel like shouting "EUREKHA" , but all that comes out is yet another "aaaaachoooooooooooo!"