Sometimes we refuse to see the obvious and for a couple of months I had been doing just that. It eventually took a trip in the hills of Garhwal for realization to dawn that I needed to visit a ophthalmologist.
So last Saturday I found myself registering at a posh South Delhi eye clinic. The very suave doctor made sure that I understood how our deteriorating environment coupled with my unhealthy lifestyle and erratic hours were the reasons for my slightly blurred headlights. So on Sunday afternoon, following the good doctor's advice (not that I had a choice in the matter) I found myself peering into a mirror at my bespectacled face. Needless to say it helped.
Later that evening armed with my brand new visionary arsenal, I settled down to watch some TV. It struck me as I flicked through the movie channels ... in fact it came like a lightening bolt...! Catherine Zeta Jones, Nicole Kidman, Rene Zellweger even Salma Hayek ... none of them looked the same! Age had effected what I thought were flawless faces, I could now make out their wrinkles even through the multi layered makeup.
I know this sounds foolish but what the hell, some myths are just not worth breaking!
Having witnessed the incredible effect of my new found eyes, I decided to take a break from clear vision and enjoy a slice of some freshly baked pizza. So there I was peacefully propped up in front of my TV on a couch made of pillows and with a strong current of dessert cooler air blowing into my face. I was carefully sprinkling my delicious looking pizza slice with oregano & chili flakes when it happened suddenly and without a warning. The mouth watering but deadly mixture of pizza seasoning flew up and went straight into my eyes @#$%^&*!!!!!!!
It was agonising. I do not have words to define how my eyes burned. Perhaps the reader will understand when I say that I ran to the bathroom and plunged my head in a bucket full of water and promptly set a new record by not surfacing for 10 minutes! (Indian Olympic Association, are you listening) For the next 2 hours my eyes were bloodshot red and resembled a real time photographic aberration. I guess even the resident ghost of my supposedly haunted house must have been scarred out of her wits to look me in the eye.
Those were the adventures of my first day of new visions and clear horizons. I now await another day of revelations.
So last Saturday I found myself registering at a posh South Delhi eye clinic. The very suave doctor made sure that I understood how our deteriorating environment coupled with my unhealthy lifestyle and erratic hours were the reasons for my slightly blurred headlights. So on Sunday afternoon, following the good doctor's advice (not that I had a choice in the matter) I found myself peering into a mirror at my bespectacled face. Needless to say it helped.
Later that evening armed with my brand new visionary arsenal, I settled down to watch some TV. It struck me as I flicked through the movie channels ... in fact it came like a lightening bolt...! Catherine Zeta Jones, Nicole Kidman, Rene Zellweger even Salma Hayek ... none of them looked the same! Age had effected what I thought were flawless faces, I could now make out their wrinkles even through the multi layered makeup.
I know this sounds foolish but what the hell, some myths are just not worth breaking!
Having witnessed the incredible effect of my new found eyes, I decided to take a break from clear vision and enjoy a slice of some freshly baked pizza. So there I was peacefully propped up in front of my TV on a couch made of pillows and with a strong current of dessert cooler air blowing into my face. I was carefully sprinkling my delicious looking pizza slice with oregano & chili flakes when it happened suddenly and without a warning. The mouth watering but deadly mixture of pizza seasoning flew up and went straight into my eyes @#$%^&*!!!!!!!
It was agonising. I do not have words to define how my eyes burned. Perhaps the reader will understand when I say that I ran to the bathroom and plunged my head in a bucket full of water and promptly set a new record by not surfacing for 10 minutes! (Indian Olympic Association, are you listening) For the next 2 hours my eyes were bloodshot red and resembled a real time photographic aberration. I guess even the resident ghost of my supposedly haunted house must have been scarred out of her wits to look me in the eye.
Those were the adventures of my first day of new visions and clear horizons. I now await another day of revelations.
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oh! the new you
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