Disclaimer : A mindless post. You might end up feeling exasperated. So read at your own risk ;)
The day I bought my very first pair of contact lenses on the occasion of my cousins marriage, I felt no less than a Cinderella who has just been dressed up for the grand party by the plump fairy (read ophthalmologist, who was equally plump) !
Having been wearing spectacles from the age of 11, contact lenses did come as a breeze of cool wind in the month of may.
Back home, I 'throned' the box with utmost care in the drawer and waited for the day as much as the bride herself.
Finally, on the day of marriage, I sat eyeing the mirror with my hands clean, nails cut ( like an obedient toddler on the first day as school) and opening my eyes wide began inserting the concave transparent thing.
But contact lenses aren't that friendly and humble creatures you see.They are stubborn. Very stubborn. In fact calling then merely stubborn will be an understatement. They are unfriendly, irritating, extremely moody and green eyed like your cunning classmate at college.
Once, twice, thrice, I tried and toiled with all my will to make peace only to find myself failing each time, with my eyes watering even more profusely and Alas! like a loose cannon it fell down only to be gobbled up by the white marble floor.
An hour later, I was at the marriage ceremony looking almost a mess and of course with my dear spectacles accompanying me.
That was when I swore never to get into the Cinderella avatar again.
School ended and college began. And in spite of being in a medical college, it was rather astonishing to see absolutely no one wearing the glasses.
But peer pressure got the better of me and here I was again sitting and struggling with this moody irritating fellow ( After all promises and resolutions are meant to be broken).
Even today, we have after days of bitter fights and then spectacles come to my rescue.
But with practice and patience, I have learned the art of keeping my chin up and tackle the transparent chap with all my tact.
That's what life is all about, after all. isn't it?