India, May 14 -- By Dr. R. Balasubramaniam

They say rituals bring order to life. Some meditate, some drink herbal tea, some do yoga. Me? I begin every day with a frantic, borderline hysterical search for my glasses.

Now, you might assume I would put them in the same place every night, like a responsible, organised adult. That would make sense. But no. Each morning, I embark on an Indiana Jones-style adventure. I pat down every surface like a detective solving the case of the vanishing eye-wear. Are they on the nightstand? Nope. Under the bed? Negative. Inside the fridge? Well, that happened once and we don't talk about it.

The great irony: I need my glasses to find my glasses

The cruellest joke in all of this is that I need my glasses...