COVID19: EARLY POST LOCKDOWN EXPERIENCE

 

I fully knew it was irrational and silly but still I felt awfully uneasy with a sense of impending menace.  I and Bibha were in a huge out of town supermarket.

After about 4 months the lockdown and shielding triggered by Covid19 was lifted a few day ago. All this time we have stayed in the house or in our small garden. We did not visit anyone and had no visitors. We ordered our day to day essentials online and got delivered once a week. Our young neighbours always inquired if we needed anything and got for us fresh milk, fruit and greens whenever they went to the shops.

We did go out for walks in our compound along the river. We went during quieter periods of the day and always maintained a substantive distance if anyone passed by. Deliberately changing your course to avoid the person or persons coming your way by such a distance would have seemed unfriendly at best and racist at worst in normal times. But it was certainly not normal times! One had to force one’s brain to see the fellow humans as walking reservoirs of corona virus.  It felt ridiculous but we did it. Since middle of June the lockdown has been very gradually eased. As the infection in the community continued decreasing, on August the 1st the shielding finally stopped. Hooray!

A few days later we planned to venture out to the supermarket, masked and gloved.  We decided that if we see a big queue outside the shop we will not go in, nevertheless it would be a good drive!

The drive was good, not a lot of traffic but enough to avoid a deserted appearance. The supermarket had a big car park. It had blocked alternate slots so as to keep the cars about 2 meters apart. Near the entrance door there was a small queue, 4 or 5 people long, everyone maintaining social distance by standing on the lines marked on the floor.

A uniformed man at the door ushered us in and indicated towards a table in the foyer.  There were a few big bottles of hand sanitizer gel on the table. We used the gel and entered in the store after picking a shopping basket. I was going to use the sanitizer on the handle of the basket but the steward there said that they were already cleaned.

Inside the shop the isles looked wider but it was an illusion because there were less people. We had planned only to buy a few things.  I went to get the coffee jar and Bibha went to buy some fresh fruits. The customers mostly kept distance but occasionally did come too near. I got a big jar of the coffee which we needed and some nice chocolate biscuits which we did not.

I went to the fresh fruits and vegetable section to get Bibha but she was not there. She must have gone to see something else. I was going to phone her but as usual, I had forgotten my mobile at home. I started walking slowly in the main isle hoping to see her or be seen by her. Now that I was not busy, I looked at the people. All during the lockdown we have only seen one or two people at a time but here there were many. In the bakery section they were only a few inches apart almost touching each other. Smell of fresh bread had probably attracted too many people at the same time reflexly.

After 4 months of isolation to avoid getting Covid, why was I here among all these people for just some nonessential grocery? Just because the government decided to end lockdown on this date, it did not really mean that the threat was over. What if the person who just passed me had asymptomatic disease? What if someone might have just sneezed or coughed a few seconds before I came here? All these thoughts quickly passed through my mind. I just froze. What was I doing here?

I saw Bibha coming towards me and we went quickly to the tills, paid and came out. At the exit door we used the sanitizer gel again and almost ran to the safety of the car. Once inside the car I was better and felt a bit silly at my reaction a few moments ago.

During the last 4 months of isolation we got in the habit of having total control of the space around us. When I saw other people around me in that confined space that feeling of control suddenly shattered. This was what caused the momentary panic in the supermarket aisle.

Since then I have been to shopping centre and supermarkets a few times with total ease, of course with mask and social distancing. We have met our children and grandchildren, some friends and some neighbours too.

Things are returning to near normal or should I say new normal.  

The threat of the rise in Covid19 cases and further Lockdowns still remains but with proper precautions and a sense of collective responsibility we might, just might avoid it. I wish and HOPE!

 

 

EYE-SIGHT TEST AND NEW GLASSES: A GESTAPO-ESQUE INTERROGATION AND A PRECIPITOUS FALL IN PERSONAL WEALTH.

A sudden blast of air on the eyeballs, particularly when you have to keep them open is unpleasant to say the least. I dread this test to check the pressure in the eye balls. Tonometry  is a compulsory part of the routine eye-sight check up. 

The normal recommendation is to get one’s eyes checked every two years but I tend to postpone it as long as it is possible to get by comfortably with my existing pair of glasses. Apart from the horror of air blast, one also have to get through the refraction test to determine the power in the glasses one needs to see properly. The optician puts different lenses in the test frame and you have to read the letter chart in the front. The optician takes over the role of a Gestapo interrogator. “Do you see clearer with this one or the previous one?”  If you answer is “this one”, he/she seems happy and the test continues. The moment you say “not sure”. The optician cuts in “Ok Sir, just say if it is better or worse”. The demeanour of the interrogator changes for the worse.

 I do want to please him but I certainly do not want to have to live with glasses worse than one I already have. “Can you put the previous one back”? He does that a bit reluctantly. I look carefully on the board “no you were right the last one was better”.  He is vindicated and smiles. I note the return of Dr. Henry Jekyll.

This goes on for quite a while and finally we both are happy that it is over.  He writes a prescription and gives it to one of the girls in the main hall. “Celina will help you to choose the frame and the glasses”.  Celina is a Dispensing optician cum sales person. Now begins the most difficult part of choosing a frame. The choice is bewildering.  The ones that feel and look good to me are the ones that my wife does not like, or they are priced as if they are made of solid gold. The frames that pass this hurdle are rejected by Cellina because they are not suitable for the lenses prescribed for me. Back to the shop floor. After a bit more toing and froing  I finally settle for the frames with a much bigger price tag than what I had in mind. 

Now we sit in the office again and time to decide the type of lenses. Again hundreds of options, millions of combinations: monofocal, bifocal, verifocal, anti reflex, clear or tinged, UV filtering, photochromatic, thin or thick, glare reducing  etc. The price almost doubling at each step up. I go a few steps higher than the middle and slightly lower than the “best combination” offered by Celina. A Middle class habit, not veering far off from the centre.

She adds all up, the printer comes alive and an invoice is there for me to sign and pay.
The specs will be ready in two weeks for the final fittings.

“Thanks a lot, see you then” I almost sprint out of the shop.  In one hour I have taken more decisions than the UN security council takes in a year!

I sincerely hope these glasses fit me and last for a very long time.