Fw: High-Definition Vision

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I was required to have a new pair of glasses. This made me go to an optician. Of

course, my wife was with me. She does not miss any opportunity to improve my

appearance. Spectacles are an important indication of your style. When something

concerns style, my wife simply takes control of all my choices. Therefore, it

was no surprise that she marched into the optician’s ahead of me.

 

I was shown a variety of frames. They were in plenty. I tried on a number of

them. I looked at myself in the mirror with the frames on one by one. Then my

wife would inspect my face to see the suitability of the frame I had tried. She

can be very discerning buying most of the things we require. Hence the trials

went on for quite some time. Finally, I selected a frame with her approval.

 

Then I was required to choose between the lenses. Until then I had always used

the conventional lenses—the bifocals. I wanted it to continue. However, I was

quick to notice a fleeting expression of disapproval on the optician’s face.

He was too well-mannered to present his views on my decision in a direct way. He

suggested I should start using progressive lenses. He showed me a couple of

brochures to let me see the technical description of those lenses. I flipped

through them to show my interest.

 

He was speaking about the progressive lenses all the while. He told me my vision

would have never-before clarity. The new lenses would cut down the glare when

I drive at night. He said they are scratch-proof. He frequently used the word

‘high definition’. Short of saying that seeing through the progressive

lenses a man would have his wife transform into a Kareena Kapoor or Katrina

Kaif, he enumerated all benefits the lenses would offer. His persuasion did

fructify (for him) as I had no option but to say yes to the progressive lenses.

 

I had a childlike feeling for the first few days when I started using my new

spectacles. I continuously tried to compare the quality of my vision with what

it was before. I was serious in my appraisal of my wife to catch any glimpses of

Kareena or Katrina. I had to be careful not to make her suspicious as to why I

kept watching her with unusually heightened interest. I realized my wife is

better than both Kareena and Katrina put together. But my progressive lenses

have nothing to do with this realization.    

 

 

Bharat     

[Guest guest]

Dear Bharat,

What an Idea ,Sirjee!

V.K.Gupta 76

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To: mgims <mgims >

Sent: Wednesday, 21 March 2012 9:32 PM

Subject: Fw: High-Definition Vision

 

 

I was required to have a new pair of glasses. This made me go to an optician. Of

course, my wife was with me. She does not miss any opportunity to improve my

appearance. Spectacles are an important indication of your style. When something

concerns style, my wife simply takes control of all my choices. Therefore, it

was no surprise that she marched into the optician’s ahead of me.

 

I was shown a variety of frames. They were in plenty. I tried on a number of

them. I looked at myself in the mirror with the frames on one by one. Then my

wife would inspect my face to see the suitability of the frame I had tried. She

can be very discerning buying most of the things we require. Hence the trials

went on for quite some time. Finally, I selected a frame with her approval.

 

Then I was required to choose between the lenses. Until then I had always used

the conventional lenses—the bifocals. I wanted it to continue. However, I was

quick to notice a fleeting expression of disapproval on the optician’s face.

He was too well-mannered to present his views on my decision in a direct way. He

suggested I should start using progressive lenses. He showed me a couple of

brochures to let me see the technical description of those lenses. I flipped

through them to show my interest.

 

He was speaking about the progressive lenses all the while. He told me my vision

would have never-before clarity. The new lenses would cut down the glare when

I drive at night. He said they are scratch-proof. He frequently used the word

‘high definition’. Short of saying that seeing through the progressive

lenses a man would have his wife transform into a Kareena Kapoor or Katrina

Kaif, he enumerated all benefits the lenses would offer. His persuasion did

fructify (for him) as I had no option but to say yes to the progressive lenses.

 

I had a childlike feeling for the first few days when I started using my new

spectacles. I continuously tried to compare the quality of my vision with what

it was before. I was serious in my appraisal of my wife to catch any glimpses of

Kareena or Katrina. I had to be careful not to make her suspicious as to why I

kept watching her with unusually heightened interest. I realized my wife is

better than both Kareena and Katrina put together. But my progressive lenses

have nothing to do with this realization.    

 

 

Bharat     

[Guest guest]

Nice one Bharat.

But does your wife think that you are better than Saif and Abraham?

Better you lend her your glasses!

Kishore Shah 1974

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Sent: Wednesday, March 21, 2012 9:32 PM

To: " mgims " <mgims >

Subject: Fw: High-Definition Vision

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>

>

> I was required to have a new pair of glasses. This made me go to an

> optician. Of course, my wife was with me. She does not miss any

> opportunity to improve my appearance. Spectacles are an important

> indication of your style. When something concerns style, my wife simply

> takes control of all my choices. Therefore, it was no surprise that she

> marched into the optician’s ahead of me.

>

> I was shown a variety of frames. They were in plenty. I tried on a number

> of them. I looked at myself in the mirror with the frames on one by one.

> Then my wife would inspect my face to see the suitability of the frame I

> had tried. She can be very discerning buying most of the things we

> require. Hence the trials went on for quite some time. Finally, I selected

> a frame with her approval.

>

> Then I was required to choose between the lenses. Until then I had always

> used the conventional lenses—the bifocals. I wanted it to continue.

> However, I was quick to notice a fleeting expression of disapproval on the

> optician’s face. He was too well-mannered to present his views on my

> decision in a direct way. He suggested I should start using progressive

> lenses. He showed me a couple of brochures to let me see the technical

> description of those lenses. I flipped through them to show my interest.

>

> He was speaking about the progressive lenses all the while. He told me my

> vision would have never-before clarity. The new lenses would cut down the

> glare when I drive at night. He said they are scratch-proof. He frequently

> used the word ‘high definition’. Short of saying that seeing through the

> progressive lenses a man would have his wife transform into a Kareena

> Kapoor or Katrina Kaif, he enumerated all benefits the lenses would offer.

> His persuasion did fructify (for him) as I had no option but to say yes to

> the progressive lenses.

>

> I had a childlike feeling for the first few days when I started using my

> new spectacles. I continuously tried to compare the quality of my vision

> with what it was before. I was serious in my appraisal of my wife to catch

> any glimpses of Kareena or Katrina. I had to be careful not to make her

> suspicious as to why I kept watching her with unusually heightened

> interest. I realized my wife is better than both Kareena and Katrina put

> together. But my progressive lenses have nothing to do with this

> realization.

>

>

> Bharat

>

>