Chapter 1
) and I have written some FFs in the KS forum..but here I would like to post something..not based on any show/couple...a general story so it will be wrong to call it an FF in one sense but should be called an FF in the sense that KS forum and the members there (especially the lovely writers) have inspired me a lot to write..hence I am a Fan of them. This story was actually written for my college magazine..don't know when they will publish! 
Okay without further ado I am posting my FF here...Hope you find it an enjoyable read 
Disclaimer: This story is not meant to hurt any person's sentiments who wear spectacles!!!
As I was walking up to the computer table to write this down after much coaxing from my close friends, I paused for a while in front of the mirror. No, I don't wear specs still. Actually the doctor says I don't need them even at this age. I never needed them. Yes I never needed them as per optics but as per my life long dream I needed them. I always wanted to be the BESPECTACLED one.
It must be my 5th year in school - too young to see reasons and too innocent to think smart. There was that boy in my class who always topped the class, a friendly boy he was but what made him appear different from others were his spectacles. He looked studious. After the results were out I made that brilliant conclusion and since then I needed specs. I used to borrow the specs of my other friends and even if I turned into a 'blind with perfect eyes' for the few moments, the comments boosted my spirit. I remember many of them used to comment that I looked 'studious', I looked like a 'scientist' or a 'researcher'. Since then only I knew for sure that to be the perfect '10 out of 10' student as every parent wished their child to be, I needed to have specs. It isn't that I didn't fare well in the class instead I was among the top 10 yet there was this disappointment that I didn't had specs.
Years went by as the disappointment grew bigger with the feeling that how much time of my student life was lost to show my real powers without having specs! The countless numbers of my ears being twisted for wearing my uncle's specs in his absence, the numerous occasions of trying different specs of my friends (even breaking few of them on troubled situations) rather encouraged my thoughts instead of dampening them. I believed in 'No Pain No Gain' so had to bear all those pains! The pain of being scolded for straining my eyes by constantly watching television, for leaning over the books to study, for doing some work like reading or writing in poor light never bothered me as I deliberately used to do such stuff. Elders used to tell me that 'your eyes will be affected badly, if you continue like this', what did they know that I wanted the same.
I grew up seeing my brother getting specs finally. That's when the hell broke loose for me. If not only for being studious and all that stuff I wanted to wear specs, the attention from the other pole, my brother got after getting specs geared up my determination. Just to show the whole world (the school students, teachers, my parents, friends and relatives) and mostly to prove to myself that with specs I can do wonders in my look, attitude and wisdom, I participated in a play at school where my character was supposed to wear specs. I rehearsed hard in the school with the zero-power specs till the eve of the play.
On the day of the play I placed real specs in my shirt pocket instead of the zero-power one to satisfy my self-made pride that 'I can do it'. I entered the stage at the particular moment during the play according to the script. My mother in the play shouted at me for coming home late. I took out my glasses from the shirt's pocket while reasoning her. As soon as the glasses adorned my face, I saw my 'play-mother' vanishing from my sight but I could hear her voice. I wondered what was wrong. There was nothing like this in the script that she will be talking from backstage after my entry. I walked towards the direction where I last saw her. Something hit my legs and instantaneously I felt myself falling. Hands waving in the air, a stupid scream escaping my mouth and my 'play-mother' carrying on with her dialogues, a weird situation it was.
I stood up and steadied myself holding the edge of the table that caused my great fall. While adjusting my specs, for once I caught a glimpse of my 'play-mother'. Anger shot up in my head on seeing her. I wondered why she went missing from stage, least realizing that she was there all the time but it was due to my specs that I couldn't see her. After she finished her dialogues, she angrily said, "What do you think you were doing? You were not supposed to fall!" That's it. It triggered my anger and I also retorted, "Who told you to leave the stage in the first place?" taking out the specs in anger. She screamed, "I! I left the stage? When? Are you drunk or what?" Now that was too much of an insult. She called me 'drunk' in front of so many people? I shook with rage. Tired of holding the specs in one hand, I wore them back and she disappeared again. I shouted at the top of my voice, "There! There you are gone again. How dare you leave the stage like that?" I could hear her saying, "Mister I am standing in front of you. I think you have gone nuts. If you don't believe me then ask anyone else present over here." I turned to face the audience while asking, "Is she there? Is she there?" pointing in her direction.
I couldn't see the audience clearly so I moved in there direction. I moved on and on until I had no ground below my feet. I fell from the stage. The commotion which was already going on since me and my 'play-mother' started arguing, now grew intense. I knew so many people surrounded me, asking whether or not I was feeling okay or what happened but the problem was that I could hardly see anyone of them. I still had the specs on my eyes.
It took me few days to recover from my injuries. My whole body still ached. Friends used to visit me at home. They told me that when the organizers realized that something was going wrong on the stage, they had tried to pull the curtains but as luck would have it, the string got stuck and before they could intervene, I already fell from the stage. I knew that everyone believed that the rehearsals, school and tennis classes took toll to my health and hence all that happened. I was feeling relieved that no one came to know of the real reason which I found out after my injury – the specs. But my happiness was short-lived. One day my uncle entered the room angrily and showed me his specs. "How did it crack?" he asked me controlling his anger. Feigning ignorance I replied, "How do I know?" I crossed my fingers beneath the quilt and recalled as many Gods as I could remember, dreading what was coming next. His eyes said it all. He knew that it was his specs that I wore that day. He gritted his teeth and said, "Because of your injury I am not saying much to you otherwise I would have punished you." His voice trailed as he left the room, "Huh! Wanted to become hero." There is need to say what happened next. My whole family came to know the truth and since then I was debarred from wearing anyone else's specs.
Time gone, injury gone but the desire is not gone. I still want to have specs. I don't know why but I can't get over my fascination of me wearing specs. I don't understand why God gave me such good eyes! The other day one of my colleagues was wearing those latest rimless glasses. I think I will look good in that one. Don't you think so? By the way I met that 'play-mother' of mine that day after so many years. Do you know she still avoids me like a disease? Poor lady, I didn't let her show her acting skills to the world that day! You know what I found most disappointing? She was Bespectacled and I was not!
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