LAST DAY AT SCHOOL.
some personal moments, some observations on the world around us, and those moments of inspiration - share it all on this logbook.
Oh the cruel, cruel days of Delhi summer ! The day temp. notches up 43 to 44 d. with a blistering sun and hot winds that are still blowing through late evenings. Babur the invader, lost a few of his Generals to the Delhi heat when they begged to take leave and go back to the cooler climes of Kabul or Ferghana in the summer of 1526. It may be 2010 now and it must have grown hotter over the past 500 years, but the populace still doesn't have an answer to the scorching Delhi summer. The very large population inhabiting the hot lands still prefer to wait it out. Some more weeks and the rains would be here ! Which makes one wonder if its the weather conditions, the seasons, that probably made Indians a fatalist race !
I woke up this morning a very determined person. The tuft of hair above my upper-lip had been bothering me for months. I must get rid of that. But with decades of familiarity with my visage, it had acquired a personality of its own and refused to be just wished away. One final assessment in the mirror later, I was snipping away with the scissors. Then with some fortitude I picked up the razor and with a few small swipes the grassy patch was gone, lost, done away with. The face certainly looked different now. I turned to profile myself, eitherway. It does look different but not so primitive after all ! What the WEST considers a primitive look is actually an icon of masculinity, style and statement in the ASIA. My redifining my personal style will take a few months getting used to. But with or without peer-approval I intend to carry my statement of style for sometime. Sometimes the smallest decisions one takes are the biggest. The underlying fear is one of fresh perspective that change would bring with it.