Do you need a haircut???

I am not a hair stylist nor is this an advertisement for some salon but still this question has been troubling me a lot lately. Maybe something to do with my crazy ideas or could be a hidden connection or maybe just a fad i have developed due to being free and lazy now-a -days, and the question is -  Do I need a haircut ?

Why do I have such strong bonding with haircuts? I have no deep love for long hair, have always believed that hair are "ghar ke kheti...jab chaho bada lo and jab chahe kat lo". (Translation courtesy film Bol Bachchan - Hair are crop of the house, you can cut and grow them as it pleases you). And, somehow I see myself heading towards my favourite salon, each time I am looking for a change in life or planning to bring about a change in me or starting something new. I still remember the moment when my waist length hair got shortened to shoulder blade length in a razor cut style...that was the moment I felt free and better. Thus, in spite of all my resolutions, every time I go for a haircut, that now I will wait till they grow long....I start longing for the moment when scissors will touch them and reduce them to a length manageable by me.

Think about how many times we feel liberated after going for a haircut, with a new hairstyle, or a new highlight or just plain trimming. I have seen people going through personality change by changing their hair style. And why not? After all, hair is one of the most visible part of our body...errr I mean hair on the head. It changes people perceptions about you and even your perceptions about yourself, at times. Or to put it simply - it changes the way you look visible to even the most casual observer in the world.

The change it brings about me is not just physical but more of emotional - like letting go ... of split ends (relations and situations) that can't be repaired and putting in shape the rest of the hair(my life) so that the final result suits me, looks shiny and healthy and makes me feel good - that's what we all want from life. So going for a hair cut is more related to deeper aspects than just pleasing the lazy me with short hair.

So, next time you feel uneasy...ask yourself " Do I need a haircut?"

P.S : Lately I have been confused...Do I need a haircut or just  want to pamper myself with a hair spa???

As She Stumbled ... Again

Saw a little girl playing in the lane

Laughing aloud , she jumped again and again

Surrounded with friends, her hair all messed.

Suddenly, losing her balance, she

Stumbled and fell, on the ground.

She got up quickly, dusted her frock, 

Looked around with a big smile and jumped,

Laughter and joy, joined that group again.

But then, she lost her balance,

Stumbled and fell again.

It took some time and a little cajoling,

But she got up again, teary but smiling,

Slowly and steadily she joined the game again.

Maybe the ground was slippery or she was nervous,

She stumbled and fell again.

Would she get up? I watched

Would she cry? I feared

Would her friends help? I wondered

Would she jump again? I hoped

Would she laugh again? I prayed

Yes to all above, as I watched amazed,

All she needed was a little time,

and a lot of love and support,

But she got up again, smiled a little,

and joined her game...

The little boy who amused us all...

A couple of days ago, I met a really cute and charming little boy, again. Staying in Bangalore and going to an international school had made him very comfortable in English. Having met him more than once , I had never heard him talking in his mother tongue i.e. Hindi. It sounded very enchanting to hear such a small boy with an impish smile, talking nine to dozen in fluent English. At the same time, everybody was a little sceptical about his proficiency level in hindi.

When I met him this time, which was pretty late in the day, around his sleeping time. He surprised us all by pulling out his " Hindi" book and reading the words from it. Being just 4 years old, his book just had words and not complete sentences. And this boy was confidently reading them all, albeit a little slowly , and the relief on the mother's face was visible. Even after her daughter pointed out " Mom, he is not actually reading the words but recognising the pictures alongside them." The mother replied with a smile , " I am happy that at least he knows them by their hindi names." and she looked at me , and said , " This is the first time he has shown any interest in reading/speaking in hindi and this is enough to satisfy me at the moment." And everybody there agreed with her and revelled at his reading aloud those words.

Now, elder sister knowing her brother well, smelled a prank and snatched his  book and handed it to me....and when I saw the page, I started smiling broadly . Everybody wanted to know the reason...and they had same smile on their face, when they saw the book - Where on the page - there was a picture - next to it was its English name - then in hindi and to top it all - the hindi was written in English. The little champion was not reading hindi letters but the hindi written in English script - "khargosh", "golakar". The moment he realised that he had been caught - he laughed aloud and took away his book with his eyes twinkling at his attempt. He left us amused and a little bemused. And it left a little smile on my face long after he went to sleep.

God Bless you Parth...May you keep smiling and spread happiness around always.

Shukrana...It's the Time to say Thank you

Life is as beautiful as you wish it to be...the only difference is that of perspective. Remember that half full half empty glass of water. Still there are moments when we simply forget to use the magical words " Thank You" , for all the times somebody does something, for us. This is mostly true when our prayers get answered, when a hand of fate pulls us out of misery, when suddenly the clouds part to give way for  the sunshine to pour into our life and when frowns pave way for smiles.

 

I was just going through the chain of events of my life in the last few years and realized that I have forgotten to say thank you to so many people in the world, so using this platform to convey the same. Beginning with my parents - Thank you for being the most wonderful and supportive people in the world, to my brother - Thank you for being the pillar of strength through all phases, to my trio friends(Neena, Rids and Arun) - Thank you for bearing with me and believing in me, to my sweet cousins - thank you for those little gestures that made me smile through tears, to the uncles and aunts - Thank you for the blessings you sent my way, to the Facebook updates - Thank you for keeping me entertained, to the wonderful colleagues I have worked with - Thank you for great times that we spent together, to my teachers - Thank you for the patience in guiding me to give my best, to my students - Thank you for adding so much love and adoration in my life , to the great set of people who have been my classmates cum friends at some point in life - Thank you for the awesome moments of life we had together and to all those people who have wished me well -- thank you coz your wishes came true. And not to forget - Thank you GOD - you took me through a long route with lots of sightseeing, I cried ,I laughed , I frowned and I smiled but you gave me the best in the end.

 

Oh, I forgot all those who wished me ill - Thank you because you made me a stronger person and appreciate the value of life more. Lately, I have realized more I hang onto the circumstances that made me upset, the more I miss out on smiles. And Life is beautiful ... a dream come true at the moment...so saying it again, Thank you everybody.

 

P.S : There is somebody I haven't mentioned above but then there is a lifetime to say thank you to...him.

All You Need Is ... The Rhythm Divine !!!

Today, suddenly the following lyrics started playing in my head -

" All I need is the rhythm divine, Lost in the music, your heart will be mine" - the popular song by Enrique (I had to use Google to find the name of the singer). Don't start imagining a love song sequence...this one was a little off the track (my crab habit - we never talk straight). I started searching for the logic of this song in my life at the moment and realized that somehow it makes sense. When a lot of things start happening in your life together, even if positive...you lose your balance...your sense of rhythm.

 

A life changing event needs to be embraced with open heart, making way for it to cleanse the dirt of the past. It feels so easy because positivity has a way of making hurdles disappear. It makes you see the brightness of the world, the clarity of emotions and with time you tend to forget all that made you cry. At the same time, a tiny part of your soul rebels against this all consuming change, because for some time you lose your bearings and  have to go with the flow. This is the time when the control freak residing inside your head, keeps warning you about going slow. So, what to do?

 

Through personal experience, I would say go with the flow. Sometimes it is better to lose control and let the life decide its own course. It is good to believe in the people around you and accept that hope exists. At the moment, there are times when I feel lost but rather than feeling boggled and harassed, I have rather decided to enjoy the phase, very difficult for me but somehow I have done this. The experience taught me something important  that sometimes give a break to yourself and then seek the rhythm of life again. The divine being up there has something better aligned for you. All you need is the rhythm divine....lost in the feelings...the world around you would shine...(maybe love will also find its way) All you need is time...to find your own rhythm divine.

 

 

P.S. : Find the rhythm of your own and let the life dance in complete abandon of freedom and love. I hope mine doesn't involve real dancing --- I genuinely have two left feet

It's all about Ferrari......moments !!!

I am not writing about Ferrari - the car, for some the penultimate of driving, that lovely piece of machinery that seems to invite you to sit and go for a long drive with or without loved one. Though would love to own and if not possible maybe go for a drive in it. Oh here, I get distracted in the beginning itself but then Ferrari has this affect on many people especially if in brazen red colour.

 

Years ago I was interested in reading the book - "The Monk who sold his Ferrari". So I rushed through the corridors of my school towards the library, where to my utter dismay the librarian refused to issue the book to me. She, very sweetly said, - "First own a Ferrari Rachita, only then you would be able to follow the book." Thus, started my obsession with the car.

 

Slowly, I understood what she meant was not exactly buying the Car, but to first own some materialistic things, the things money can buy, for which you have to shell out notes, things that aren't available for free, things that bring smile on your face, add pride to your stature and make you feel as if you have achieved something in life. Only then one can know what giving them up would mean. How can one know the worth of something that was never theirs.? Some people might be shaking their heads thinking of how shallow I am or maybe that these things do not bring "true happiness". Call me whatever you want (as if I care) but these things form a large part of our so called pseudo true happiness. Don't underestimate the power of money, for only lack of it can teach you its worth.

 

I enjoy buying good clothes, splurging at times on my rare shopping sprees, each time I see a zany footwear I wish to buy it, diamonds attract me, I love eating out in good restaurants, having smart phone is my basic need and so on and I would not be apologizing for enjoying these. At the same time I know that the best things can't be bought - a smile on your family's face, love , friends, a lovely sunset, a walk on the beach and the list if endless. But, then why not combine the best of the two and enjoy the combo meal.

 

At the moment a large part of my life is about enjoying those Ferrari moments - and I plan to do it to the fullest. Don't fool yourself and join me in the ride---it looks great from where I stand.

 

 

P.S : I would surely reach the place where they would not matter but let me find my Ferrari for the time being.

Fingers Crossed

She is feeling liberated
chains of despondency falling apart,
tiny tremors of dreams run 
hesitantly in her mind.

Though things seem better
she is still confused,
Whether to declare or hide
to shout or stay quiet.

Her smiles are more credible.
She talks about good times,
though trust doesn't come easy
Her life has been crazy.
 

Behind the veil of reticence
her eyes shine for future
while her hand at the back
has fingers crossed ...all the time.