When you have short hair, you love your hair. you love touching it,
you love flaunting it's shortness, you love being the cute cool chick.
You also love the way your locks fall and cover up half your face
making your glance look mysterious. you know you're looking hot in
that red light in the party.No maintenance needed, they can take care
of themselves, their dry up in ten minutes and ur ready for the class,
and if u want the wet look, you'll look like a fem-fatal, and will you
love it! especially in my case since i flaunt clumsy so well, my short
crop is perfect. in fact I become a different person. I talk
differently, walk differently, turn differently, get lost within the
unknown, that too.. differently.

When wearing a sari, a short crop makes you either look like one of
those hot English teachers in school, or like a boho chick gone
traditional.. none of which is unimpressive. Preferably if there was a
red streak somewhere, the sari'd look even better.

But fashion, psychology and attitude is not all what a haircut
effects. IIt effects perspectives. In a country like India, a short
crop can also mean, easy going(which is true but read"available" which
is more true), cool, and incapable of home making(to some people).

secondly, one day when your hair will grow shoulder length, it will
neither remain short not be long, so now you become a girl with no
cliche, yet THE cliche.. which is..UNNOTICEABLE. Now that is good when
you really want to disappear, i don't know how many women apart from a
couple of really close friends of mine really wouldn't mind doing
that. strangely, both of these women I'm talking about, have gorgeous
waist length hair.

Yes so where were we? Mid-long hair. This one is a rather boring
state.you keep them open, you tie them up, you twirl them, keep them
wet.. all the same. your face just looks.. the freaking same.

And now the "men" bit. Men like short hair when they are wooing you
for fun. Remember, you look "available"? If i could not be harsh, then
you look cool, chilled and laid back. Which will possibly make more
men make a move than when you've got long hair. So the men make the
move, you take your pick from them, you fall in love, and while
falling in love the hair grows longer. and on second thought, you're
somewhere letting it grow because you're done with looking cool. you
want to look like a woman now, not a girl.

The tricky bit is darling, while you grow your hair from winter to
summer, the nature changes. Now there is, humidity, hence sweat,
terrible managerial discomforts.. and what not.the obvious decision is
to get your fizzy long hair either rebound, or cut. But by this time
the men in your life have got used to your "womanliness". not only
that, your mother possibly has taken the go ahead without asking you
that you bang on want to marry in a couple of years, your close
friends have started thinking you have matured as a woman as well.

but no sir.i haven't matured, neither am I marrying in 2 years and am
definitely less of woman than i look like. Cutting my hair down or
changing my hair style has got nothing so Indian.emotional, or
maternal about it.

:)

My friends can't be with me always even when i am in the darkest of
corners. They love me, but they can have to go to some party, or they
might want to stay alone at home because my sorrow has overshadowed
there normalcy in life. They might have to go get married, go get
laid, go get drunk.. what not. But they pay their visits. Mostly, not
only because they just have to, mostly because they care a lot. I
don't know how many in the world are like us, but we, as in, me and my
friends.. our lifestyle predominantly revolves around each other. Why
then, in spite of caring so much for each other do we chose otherwise?
because we can? It's not about what my friends do or have done with
me, i have done it to them as well. My friend might be sitting alone
in her house and i have felt sad for her during such times. So much so
that I have sat an entire night crying for her. I found it a little
weird crying for someone else's break up all night but I could not
stop myself. But the next evening, knowing in the heart of my hearts
that I must be with her, i chose the second option..a boy i like. I
have done this many a times, And my friends have done it to me too.

Forget friendship, I have done this to my mother.

Why then do we say that we need to love, when all we want is to be
loved? Or am I the only one who here is selfishly asking for it?

Speaking of being selfish, i think i've done a great job at it. i
myself walked up to the guy i thought i would die without and told
him, "we" wern't wokring. I broke up. And today it gives me no pain to
live without him. He is happy elsewhere and so am I. Why was I
creating such a big fuss back then?

After a couple of experiences, if we all know nothing is lasting
forever, then why do we try imposing the same god forbidden permanence
in relationships? why do love living the lie? i will possibly live
without anyone and everyone who seems indispensable right now, then
why cant i decide for ten years hence, right now?

i know it's stupid to invest in such weird questions.. but the lack of
permamnence in things and yet the urge of every living soul for it is
eroding my mind.

Only because I need to collect pebbles i must was all the undulated journeys?

tch

:)

more than philosophy.. more than logic.. more than destiny.. more than
anything that would be more apt of an srfti editing department
student.. or a carmel convent or jadavpur university student... for
once.. i am feeling like a girl who is in love with the basic idea of
love. and mind you.. this is the very ordinary love. i am talking
about man woman love. the love.. the physicality.. the distance.. the
intimacy.. ahhh...the poetry..the songs... the stupid.. VERY STUPID
poetry.. the jealousy.. the possessiveness...the habit...the boring
sweetness... the... petty needs.. the simple needs.

i am loving love in it's simplest form perhaps right now. why, how,
because, perhaps... all this is not for me to decipher out of me right
now.

let's keep it simple.

I love!