Yesterday, I got my eyes checked and had to get glasses. Actually, I knew I had to since a long, long time, but I had been avoiding the fact because I did not want another pair of eyes. One is enough.
But now I had to. I couldn’t see the blackboard clearly, and had to lean in close to the computer screen to read. My eyes were ruined. So glasses had become a necessity.
However, in the last few months, I have learned so much, that avoiding glasses just because I look horrible in them, is not on my To-Worry List. In the weeks that have passed by, both my experience and words taught me that appearance matters only as much as we make it matter. Appearance is not a beautiful cake with delicious taste. It’s a glittering gift wrapper, meant to be thrown away to look what’s inside.
Looks are not important; in fact they don’t even have a place on the Least Important list. I’m so glad I learned it all. Because now I wear my half-rimmed glasses on my nose with pride. I don’t care how I look to the world, as long as these “glass eyes” help me see the world.
I read 500+ page books, dreamed up fairy-tales in classes, found Maths amusing, watched National Geographic; in fact did everything nerds do. Nobody labelled me a “nerd”. We have a synonym for that here in India: Boring. I didn’t mind though. It was not me getting bored, anyway.
So, these glasses are just an official declaration. And I think it’s great. I’m proud to be nerd.