"Spectac-le/ular" ending

"It’s hard to describe how I feel now. I want to explain everything to you, but I don’t know how to. I feel so alone and I’m scared. All kinds of thoughts are running through my mind. Stress is eating me up every minute. If only you were by my side today, I would have never felt so alone....."

"Mr.Venkat?" Called the attendant interrupting my reading of 'It started with a friend request by Sudeep Nagarkar' while I was waiting in the lobby.

My LASIK surgery was scheduled at 10am and it was already 1pm. I was called inside finally. My mom was freaking out already. I was the fifth patient to be called for the surgery. Three of them were done with the surgery and sitting outside closing their eyes and wearing funny looking goggles. "You are next Mr.Venkat and you will be sitting just like them" I told myself and tried to picture myself wearing this goggles. Yuck!

As I entered the corridor leading to the operation theater, I was asked to wear a blue colour robe over my dress.

"Can I get a medium size please? This one is too big for me" I told the attendant.
He stared at me as if I asked him to strip down and give me his goddamn robes.
"What are you staring at, you arsehole? I paid 40k and is it too much to expect a robe of my size?" I wanted to say it out loud.

I peeked inside the operation theater and the surgeon was giving post operative instructions to the previous patient. She got off the bed and was helped by someone to the exit. She walked as if a blind girl crossing a road helped by a good hearted citizen. Fuck! Am I gonna be in the same situation? Okay turn away and run Venkat!
As I turned I found the attendant asking me to get inside. You are screwed Venkat!
Too much sacrifice for your dream to sail! You are gonna be blind! Or probably you will get rid of your specs and everything will fall into place.
I was asked to lie down by a lady doctor. I could definitely say that she looks hot even though she was wearing a mask. May be I should try the 'Johnny Bravo pick up lines' with her sometime later.

*20mins of silence*

That was easy. All I felt was some touch sensation in my eyes. I got up from the bed and walked towards the exit. I wonder why that girl walked like a blind lady, I can see clearly (well the vision was slightly distorted but definitely I'm not blind) Girls tend to exaggerate things.

I was given the post operative instructions. And got back home after an hour.

Life is gonna be bright from now and I can checkout chicks from the corner of my eyes!
But I am not supposed to wash my face and hair for a week and wear this funny looking goggles. In short, I'm gonna look like a complete douche for a week! :|

Good old days

A passion is nothing but a hobby which grows with us over time, like a seed planted, growing into a tree. The good old times when our grandma and granddad used to tell bedtime stories are fading. We rarely spend time with them. I felt a intense rush to write this post after a long telephone chat with my grandma. I still remember those days when i was lying down beside my grandma and say "Paati, kadha sollu paati". She would start "Once upon a time....". I would be listening to her with immense interest. As i started growing up, this habit still didn't leave me. Whenever i visit her, i would ask her to tell me a story with the same sparkle in my eyes. Even after all these years she would come up with a completely new story which she never told me before. I used to wonder how come she knows so many stories and when i finally became mature i understood those were not just stories. Some of them were stories she read and heard from her parents and grandma, some were her life incidents developed as a fiction. Those that she told me when i was 5years old, later became my 12th std syllabus. She simplified those big essays and complicated poetry as bedtime story.
This habit eventually turned me into a bibliophile and it is the best thing ever happened to me. I'd rather just read a book than go out partying. And nothing makes me more happier than sharing what i read with her. She may not know how to send e-mail or use the internet, she may not have a degree, she may not speak english fluently, But she is the most intelligent person i have ever met. She didn't stop learning even at the age of 65 and never stopped sharing those with me. I just want to thank her for planting the habit of reading. Thank you paati!