I have been member of the junta with a myopic line of sight for quite sometime now..yeah the same set of people who walk about with an aura of studiousness that comes free with the prescribed glasses.. who spend a fortune at the photocopiers ,a week before the exams..and who consider it an achievement to scrape through successfully...
Anyway.. my relationship with glasses started sometime in my school days when I finally realised that the reason I could nt see the handwriting on the board till I stood beside my teacher.. was nt because the angle at which the sunlight was bouncing off the board and reaching my eyes ,irrespective of where I sat, was wrong(had somehow managed with this reasoning for a two good years) but simply because mere hi aankhon mein kuch kharabi thi...
Well..my joy knew no bounds at this realisation and subsequent confirmation by the doc...it basically meant a new dimension being added to my outlook..(sounds like bullshit..???well.. it is.. ).
Truth being ..wearing glasses was the in thing at that time...and since I had an absolutely valid reason to do so ..I could'nt be happier...
Well it was not before long that a voice in my head drove home the point that the difference between me and the in thingers was essentially that while they wore the glasses to look good I had to wear mine to see whether I looked good..:)..
Positive side to wearing specs..?well..it s damn easy to see things or people in a different light..havin an argument of sorts or trying to find an alternative solution to a problem..all I do is remove my glasses and stare at the person or into the paper..as the situation demands.
Basically helps conserving my brain cells for future necessities that arise for example ..when I am manipulating my vaahan in the rain with the water streaming down my glasses .My state of affairs then.. ?remove glasses ..see nothin..wear glasses..well see nothin at all...
Sitting in the bus by the window enjoying the scenic ECR..when someone decides that he s ruminated over the vethala paaku sunnanbu combination long enough to necessitate the first spit and does so with no second thoughts ...end result ..i see red...literally.It s at this point of time that I wish I could get hold of that sardar kid on TV, with the wiper accessory in his glasses,and bargain an exchange...
Going in for lens..?"u could successfully audition for the sequel to sleepy hollow after that.."said one faction...that hurt a wee bit..
"u have deep set eyes..could actually manage to look drunk without being drunk..."said faction two...looking drunk without being drunk sounded like a great option.. so I decided to give it a shot...
but then... nurses with a poke-'em-on-ish attitude carrying out practice sessions on my eyeballs didnt appeal that much...so here I am ..still holdin on to my chashma...if the aura remains..well I cant help it..:)
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