Thursday, September 2, 2021

Spectacles for Good Girls ( G lasses)

 

 

Just like Buddha had his enlightenment, I had a  revelation when I was around 11 years old on how to look smart. I realized all I needed to get that nerdish look and enhance my appearance to the next level was a pair of glasses. I would enviously watch my friends with glasses as they gracefully played with its frame and finely readjusted it during our casual conversations. However, there was one major dilemma- I had absolutely no problems with my vision. Still determined to win my prize, I consulted a few of my bespectacled friends and learned that chronic headaches can be an indication for prescribing glasses. This valuable piece of information awakened the amateur actor in me. I would religiously feign headaches every evening at home. Not only was I close to scoring my goal, Amma also let me go to bed an hour earlier than my usual bedtime. Killing two birds with one stone; I was so proud of myself!

After a couple of weeks of daily headaches, my worried parents scheduled an urgent appointment with an Ophthalmologist. I was excited and nervous realizing I was inching towards my treasure.  Now, I don’t exactly remember how our conversation went; but I did outline a genuine history of a nagging headache that disrupted my life. Also, I demonstrated considerable difficulty in reading some alphabet rows in his vision chart (of course, I was a polished actor by this time). However, to my utter disappointment, his final assessment after the evaluation was that my vision was perfectly fine and all I needed to do was eat vegetables rich in Vitamin A daily to maintain my eyesight. I was in shock; could he deliver such a terrible advice to a little girl who had strong anti-vegetable traits since infancy!

My parents were obviously happy to learn that I had no major health issues. Amma religiously followed the doctor’s advice since then and served me sliced raw carrots every day. Now I hated vegetables in general; but I detested carrot in particular as it always made me feel nauseous. So I would pretend to eat the carrot; but as soon as Amma was out of my sight, I would quickly hide it in the side pocket of a luggage bag kept under my bed for storing old clothes (perfect hiding place in my mind!). I stopped my headache drama immediately so Amma would forget her daily vegetable routine. My yearning to join the bespectacled league waned off soon as well.

Weeks later, one day when I was back home from school, I walked into this strange sight of my parents deep cleaning a familiar luggage bag outside our house (Amma was holding the bag wide open while Papa was ejecting a strong water jet into it with a hose). I innocently enquired what the matter was. Amma told me that they noted a terrible smell in my room and traced its source to the luggage bag. They hypothesized that a house gecko possibly got trapped inside the bag and its rotten remains resulted in the deadly stench. Halleluzah for the narrow escape, I said to myself.

PS 1: The title of the story is a cross word puzzle that always reminds me of this incident!

PS 2: Now that I am older (and wiser) my vision has certainly regressed, and I need to wear glasses every day and hate it! (Simple ironies of life.)

 

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