Hello, I’m back, after ages my fingers are getting better and my keystroke controls are getting to the point where I can start hoping again to start off with long mails, and I can think about getting back to blogging. Ah! The joy of being connected to the people I care about!
Now that I got that bit underway I wonder what do I write about………? Happens to me all the time, I get so focussed in getting somewhere that once I reach my destination I wonder why did I want to get there? Early signs of Alzheimer’s, you reckon? Nah! Just me being delusional, fanciful and dreadful. Ah! Dreadful... dreads…. dreadlocks hmmm….. I think I’ve found my topic. Dreads got me thinking about hair and my hair truly merits a blog.
The weather is great here. Though a trifle too humid for my happiness but nothing so terrible that the AC can’t fix once I’m home, in fact I’ve been enjoying this odd spell of summer this year, very selfish I know considering the trouble this pleasant weather shall spell for so many farmers, however, I’m loving this weather. The humidity factor though manageable with all the thoughts of home and my cool room, when I’m out still gets to me on a different score which I can’t seem to beat it on. Humid weather + my hair = Miss Frizz in a tizz.
Now generally I’ve been able to deal with the frizz factor but this year the only thought that comes to me when I see my reflection is Medusa the Gorgon, I honestly feel as if I’ve got snakes instead of hair.
The first time I noticed, it was a shock to see my reflection. For a moment I think my spirit jumped out of my body startled, the shock of it was enough to send me diving to my shelf and digging out my anti-frizz products, and trying to fix it. I’m not really vain but I do have OCD and nothing sets me off as much as things not being well put together, and that includes me. I’m obsessed about neatness being neatly put together. However, my disorder notwithstanding my hair decided it has a mind of its own and the strands have decided there is strength in unity and most of them have aligned themselves with other strands whose political ideology and views of life are similar and the entire top of my head is divided in to locks which have decided to look outside and grow for their spiritual growth. Since the different ideologies are governed essentially by the fact whether they are left-wing or right, there all branching outside in left and right, like swaying snakes and what is life without non-conformists? So we have the independent thinkers in the centre.
Now as the days went by I found all attempts to curb the frizz-factor, a lost battle, I’ve settled to fortifying myself before looking at the mirror, so that my spirit doesn’t reel under the impact of my reflection and instead of taking a customary leap out of shock, decide to abandon me totally. True, the condemnation of being associated with a Gorgon-like creature must be taking a toll on it but thankfully I reckon it is also enjoying the pleasant weather immensely to ignore this ‘dreadful’ phase as a temporary blot and wait for the humidity factor to come down.
I do try to find something good in every situation; however, I must confess I’m totally at a loss in trying to locate even a single positive in this ‘Medusa’ phase. Now, I’ve relegated the attempts to understand the good of this situation to ‘Confounding Mysteries of the Universe’ and decided to just make the most of this rather unusual weather pattern by spending more time outside after all where would the mystery of life be if there weren’t unsolvable episodes or some hair-raising stories!
