Monday, 1st August 2016
My favourite spectacled hero is Harry Potter. Spellotaped spectacles and circular frames made me want to my very own spectacles! But never in my wildest dreams or made-up stories did I imagine actually getting one.
Yes, I was called a myopic person by an optician today.
After all, some things are stranger than fiction.
I finally told mom that I couldn’t see anything written on the blackboard clearly. The alphabets and numbers looked like worms. Worms who had become fat because of eating too much potato chips!
Mom took me to the Shop of Glasses today evening. You remember, no? I go there every day on the way back home from school, and stare at all the different designs of the spectacles? Mom told me that the man sitting inside is called an optician. And he is like a doctor of the eyes.
But I remember studying that a doctor of the eyes is an ophthalmologist! Phew!
Even though I used to stare lovingly at the specs and shades in the shop, I did not know anything about how glasses were actually sold. Would mom bargain and get the blue specs that I liked, or would she select the boring golden frames?
We went into the shop. Mom explained to the optician that she thought I needed specs. He smiled at me gently, and took me into a room. I never saw this room through the glass pane of the shop!
The optician asked me to sit down on a chair which was too high for me. I had to read alphabets from a screen that was placed on the opposite wall. Easy!
But the optician kept making the alphabets smaller and smaller, the way our class monitor writes the ‘Quote of the Day’ on the blackboard. I couldn’t see anything!
He placed a heavy frame on my nose next, but there were no glasses in it! He started randomly picking circular discs of glass. He placed them in front of each empty eye-hole. Sometimes he placed one, sometimes three.
With one particular combination of two discs for the left and three for the right, I could see the smallest alphabet clearly! Yippee!
After this was done, we went out of the room into the shop. The optician told my mom that I had a ‘number in negative’. What does that mean, dear diary? I have learnt the number line in school, but I really have a hard time understanding integers! Is this ‘number in negative’ related to integers?
I heard mom gasp loudly. Maybe the number is not good? And then she started shouting at me, “You watch TV all the time and look what happened! You’ll have to wear soda-water bottles now!”
I replied, “How can I wear soda water bottles? They’ll be so heavy! And no one wears them nowadays!” At least I hadn’t seen anyone wear huge Duke’s Soda Water bottles on their eyes!
Mom told me to select a nice frame. I pointed out to the blue one, but the optician said that I couldn’t wear rimless specs initially.
But I don’t want to wear rimful specs!
Wait, it’s full-rim specs, no?
SO I now have to wear golden specs for the rest of my life.
I’d sooner dissolve and become a piece of glass than wear those golden specs.
And now, diary, I’m enjoying my last day of squinting to read and write. I’m enjoying the last day of my life without golden specs.
Hola! In case you’re wondering whether this post is a throwback to one of my diary entries, let me correct you.
I’m participating in Blog-A-Rhythm’s Bar-A-Thon! This entire week, I will be posting daily, based on the prompts given at BAR’s blog. Each post will be presented in a diary entry format. I have selected a theme to base my posts on, and the theme is “The Spectacled Journey”.
Many of us may or may not remember those weird days when we were diagnosed as myopics and given glasses to wear. This theme celebrates those fearsome days, which now serve as fodder for jokes and nostalgic memories.
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