Tag: reflections

This too will not pass

This too will not pass

We were sitting in the cafeteria, after hovering around the ICCU all morning, waiting for one of the doctors to appear so we could grab every chance to see you, Mi. The tubes running in and out of you were alarming. We were dejected to […]

Non-Issues

Non-Issues

Another year, Mi. Seems like the days are whizzing by. There are weeks when I wonder if there was even a Monday to Friday because it seems like a Saturday way too soon. Of course I know Time and Tide wait for no woman, but […]

Texts, Lies and That Sour Grape

Texts, Lies and That Sour Grape

Yes, Mi. Most texts are lies and usually about sour grapes, although the sender will never admit it. Case in point, even people who claim to be friends mostly reserve the whining for yours truly, so much that I often wonder if I am a whine-magnet. I mean, they’ll be having a good time as evidenced by their updates online, amply supported by photos to prove it. So why rant and complain when they talk to these chosen friends? I’ll never know. And I don’t want to, thankfully.

What’s amusing is they don’t seem to realize their online updates are public and visible to the people they whine to, especially when they contradict themselves. For example, they’ll post about how great something is, and when they text one on one, say what we see of them in public is not the truth. So why the lies? I don’t know. Sigh.

I suspect it is often sour grapes, because the amount of one-up-ness out there is so crazy. Everyone wants to be better than everyone. Comparison, that thief of joy, is ever trending. So sad. Also, it is always about the numbers. Even the people who acted like friends hardly ever keep in touch. Gone are the days when someone will call just because they want to chat, without an agenda. No texts unless they need something. Of course, while meeting at events there’s a lot of enthusiasm which wanes off the moment they step off the venue. So charming.

I wonder, has life become so hectic that people have forgotten how to enjoy themselves? Most people are chasing their own tails with that constant FOMO. They sleep with their phones. Their thumbs are furiously busy on the screen even as they pretend to spend time with “friends”. Maybe to post an update because the world will stop spinning on its axis if they don’t. Also, isn’t the world breathlessly waiting for all those selfies?

These are the things that make me feel old. These days, pleasantly so. I do understand that the internet is a wonderful thing but is it not important to make sure that it doesn’t control us? Why allow it to manipulate our time and relationships? There is more to a connection than likes and follows and fans. Then of course, there’s the “follow to unfollow” which is something that’s beyond my ken. Whose loss?

Okay, enough said. I don’t rant online as a rule, and I know you won’t approve, Mi. But today, please forgive me. My excuse is a headache, some overwhelm, a cold and a raspy throat and wheezing. Also, small mercy, I am doing it in my own space. Sometimes it feels good to be isolated.

Way better than people saying one thing, doing the opposite. No?

Okay. Here’s a song running through my head right now. Always ready for Freddie.

That time of year again

That time of year again

It might be that time of year again, Mi. Yes, i started my annual cold. Of course I am determined, for the safety of all concerned, to quell it before it builds up into a full blown whatever it has in mind. In the meantime, […]

Baseless Worries

Baseless Worries

When I sit back and reflect, I can’t help smiling at the crazy things that gnaw at our minds, Mi. For example, remember that time when I wondered if the aluminum idli plates would look odd if I took them along with me after I […]

Seeing Things

Seeing Things

Or rather, not seeing things in my case, Mi. Did I tell you about my new specs story? Well, not that I really had problems with the existing pair, but you know how it is…have to do the routine annual full eye exam thanks to the diabetes. So off I went to Narayana Nethralaya one fine sunny morning to do it. Of course I forgot my card, but thanks to technology they found my registration based on my phone number. Yay for that. Imagine coming back home because of that little detail eh? If that had been the option I would have simply registered afresh, ha ha.

Unlike the specs shop where they check power with that machine, the hospital goes the whole hog like old times. Just like Dr. Allurkar. So first, eye-check with the lens, then the three rounds of dilation. It is amazing how the 20 minutes seem like hours, Mi. Eyes closed, head back without a backrest and going for the pain in the neck later…because even though I start off sitting straight, it seems only natural to tilt my head back with my eyes closed..probably because I have to do that to get the drops in. Sigh. An hour later, the doc sees me and I go through the ritual of various machines to check the eyes for glaucoma/cataract/what have you.

Finally, I got a clean bill–or as clean as it can get for me–which means no diabetes-related issues. I still can’t read with my right eye and still have short sight and long sight combined and yeah, so new glasses because of a change in the power.

What’s funny is, the old glasses are comfortable–but medicine knows best, eh? So I have to get a new pair which means close to 20K bye-bye. I sat on the prescription–no surprise there–for a couple of weeks before guilt drove me to the optician. And thus began the saga of my new specs. After two visits I couldn’t find an appropriate frame. Then I got tired of going there because they did not keep their commitment of ordering the new frames they said they would.

So I decided to look elsewhere. These days there are so many in our area. Just for fun I went to the one in the corner of ninth cross, and found them as irritating as ever. I had a list, so moved on to the next. Thought these guys were on 14th cross on Sampige road but half way there, changed my mind and thought, why not see the nearest ones first. Turned out they were right next door to the irritating guys. So funny–I had come back a full circle to the same point. Ah well, evening walk done, I thought.

Turned out to be a nice place, what with 50% off the lenses–I could go with that. And did you know, no counter across which one sees various frames. The shop was one big hall–with the walls lined with samples. Two sales people were around to help choose. Finally, managed to pick a frame…started with one budget and ended up with way more. These are lightweight–still getting used to them–and don’t change the shape of my skull like the old one. Also, no thingammajiggies on the nose. What a relief. Double also–they have a snap on pair of sunglass lenses that sit right over the specs. So cool no?

Mmm. I wish you were around. I was thinking of that time I got you those gold framed reading glasses. You laughed your head off because they were expensive. I still have them, Mi. Dunno what I’ll do with them…but you know. Sigh.

Was also amused thinking of those days during my childhood when we would walk home after the eye doctor visit, feeling practically blind.

Warm memories!

Coffee time now, because memories taste best with coffee.