Seeing beyond scratches



My near-exhausted quest for clear bespectacled vision & the perfect scratch resistant spectacle lens has once again been rendered null & void as my eyes are laid to rest upon one of the most recent scratches on my supposedly 'scratch-proof' lens.

It leaves a minute gash across my visible truths for a little while, until my vision becomes accustomed to the slightly distorted reality within a matter of hours, sometimes even minutes.

And so is the very nature of life itself, which makes room for every blemish within & beyond, and flows unimpeded by the umpteen specks of dust, wounds, gashes, imperfections and upheavals, so effortlessly fluid & unfaltering in its course. 

Scratch-proof lenses are as mythical as a life free of imperfections.

Comments

  1. Haddock15 July 2014 at 12:14

    There is nothing like scratch proof.
    From an inside information I gathered, it seems the profit from Optical shops is 200% No wonder there are so many new ones blooming up.

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  2. Amogha Rejeesh15 July 2014 at 16:31

    Oh! But not surprising with their ever-growing list of high-priced coatings they sell along with lenses in their shops...anti-reflection, scratch-resistant, ultraviolet protected, water repellent & what not. Extortion in the name of vision!

    P.S - I have erased the word 'scratch-proof' from the dictionary of my life :(

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    1. Haddock23 July 2014 at 21:46

      I have opted for the easy way out. Buy the simplest and most plain ones. No point in spending lots of money when you are going to misplace it / sit on it / loose it.
      As for scratch proof, it is how we ride the waves that matters, whether it is a scratch or a scar.

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  3. Amogha Rejeesh24 July 2014 at 16:06

    Truer words have never been spoken.

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