I hope you read the title and the subtitle. Well, here’s a post from a chashmish (bespectacled person), to tell you whether it is so or not…

I was horrified when I was first told that I was going to have to wear spectacles. Shocked. Silenced. Stricken. Call it whatever you want. This
ten-year-old had cried for hours in the puja room asking Sri Hari to remove them. (Yes, even before I even had them made.)

The question is, why? Don’t ask me. It’s a mystery to me to this day.

I had been having blurred vision for months. But I didn’t care to tell anyone because I felt I was just fine. Gradually, the number increased, and so the beautiful white paper that was handed to my mother had a neat ‘three’ scrawled on it. The number had probably been caused by the increasing amount of time that was being spent on iPad; sometimes on playing Temple Run, other times, Subway Surfers. (That’s why kids, a mumma will say to her kids, you don’t play too much on devices.)

At first, I sulked a lot. I’d always find a reason to take them off. If I could, I would’ve thrown them away. But as I grew up, like any other bespectacled kid, I found them to be an inseparable part of my life. Where earlier I used to have them lying about, I now sleep with them on, sometimes.

I have already narrated my entire story. Now comes the question: Does wearing a pair of spectacles make you see the world as a kinder place? You tell me.

My entire 4th grade had been spent in eyegony…err… agony. My work remained pending because I couldn’t see the whiteboard. I would blindly copy from my seat partner. I could never read scores on the scoreboard or watch the telivision from the farthest sofa. My parents sometimes asked me if I was fine, but I didn’t even have the sense to tell them.

It was hard, irritating and annoying. I felt wistful when someone would read out the canteen menu for me from a distance (not for food, for eyesight).

But, the good part was that I found how wonderful this world was. Nobody ever refused me work. If I told anyone of my problem, they were happy even to dictate what was on the board. One of my seat partners would even borrow someone’s notebook and bring it to my seat for me. I was never denied the right to sit on the first seat, if I asked. I was surprised and touched. At home as well, my mother and father asked me if I was okay, and so did the rest.

I myself had changed. Earlier, if I found someone groping about for their spectacles, I was rather unkind and laughed at them. But wearing them myself now, I know it is quite hard without them. The world, to me, seems kinder after wearing spectacles.

So, what do you think is the answer? Yes or no?

PS: I’m not telling you to wear spectacles through this post. So don’t worry 🙂

Stay happy forever!

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