I have been wearing glasses since class 6. Now, after 5 years since a bald-headed and himself bespectacled ophthalmologist had told me to wear glasses, they are as much a part of me as my skin. My eyes and my glasses are like lovers, two units but one soul. Each is incomplete without the other.
Initially, as a child, I was afraid because my eyes were weak. I had consoled myself into believing that I would stop watching TV and playing video games, and munch on kilograms and kilograms of almonds and gooseberries, and eventually get rid of the glasses.
But here I am, 5 years post that, sitting in front of a computer emitting harmful radiations and reading small fonts on Google about how to improve eyesight. Know what a situation like this is called? Read the title once again. Yeah, that.
However, so many years down the lane, I have evolved into being an aficionado of glasses and people wearing them. We look cool, don’t we? I’m obviously not talking about the uncles and aunties wearing their black-brown specs with strings hanging down from both their ears. But the guys with big and sexy frames and the girls with the Naina Talwar look (I’m still not over YJHD!). Afterall, we have an array of colorful and super-stylish glasses these days ranging from the Cat-eyes to my personal favorite Lennon glasses and so many more. You can walk into an optical store just like that and end up buying a cool pair for yourself even if you don’t need one!
Breaking the stereotype, people with glasses are no more harassed and ridiculed with stupid tags like ‘geek’ or ‘four-eyed’ or ‘battery’.
Even after writing all this, I still despise the fact that I won't be able to see the world so amusing if some day my glasses break and I have to wait for one whole day to get the new one. Not that I am making up all this, but this also actually happened.
Three days back I was cleaning my glasses when while wiping the right glass I accidently plucked it out altogether. I had placed the order for new specs but had to wait for a day. And that day, had been terribly painful.
I couldn’t walk the road without bumping into a pebble or two. Whatever my math teacher wrote on the blackboard, seemed like Greek (not that I understand math, anyway!).
I’ve always feared oblivion, even much before of John Green telling the world that Augustus Waters fears oblivion, too. So that one day felt like the worst come true- oblivion. But then I remembered what Hazel Grace had said in the literal heart of Jesus:
"There will come a time when all of us are dead. All of us. There will come a time when there are no human beings remaining to remember that anyone ever existed or tat our species ever did anything. There was time before organisms experienced consciousness, and there will be time after. And if the inevitability of human oblivion worries you, I encourage you to ignore it. God knows that's what everyone else does".
So now I don’t get scared when I imagine what will happen if one day my eyes won’t be able to see this world. Because I've willed myself to experience the most beautiful things of life before that damned day will come, which I know, will not ;)
