New year ahoy...

People around me,since god knows when,have been making new year resolutions. And i had to, annualy ,put up with their discussions regarding what they wanted to improve in their perfect (ha!) lives. Not wishing to get into controversies i used to abstain from reminding them how long it lasted and how successful their last year's resolutions were. And as a personal rule i used to abhor making new year resolutions myself.

This year since we had a family re union my uncle got into the new year mood and suddenly asked us alll our new year resolutions. When it was my turn i jokingly said that i wanted to keep my hair short as only the previous day ,after a week of continous badgering from various family members, i had gotten a brutally short hair cut.

But later that night while going to sleep my resolution set me off thinking . Ofcourse it was what i really wanted . You see chennai has 3 seasons , as the local joke goes, - hot, hotter,hottest. And after living 8 years here i am inclined to agree. SO i like keeping my hair extra short cuz a) it keeps me cool b) i dont have to comb my hair every now and then and most importantly c) no shampooing every time i go to play football.

During this deep, er... thinking one thing struck me. Why the hell had i not been keeping my hair extra short ??The answer didnt take long to pop up. YOu see i used to really er.. 'like' this girl when i entered college and she felt that i didnt take enough care of my appearace. So to please her i started keeping my hair long (not too long... just slightly more than normal lenght), started wearing (To my mums approval)uncomfortable but so called 'nice' looking clothes. And though we have long since broken up i was still dressing what was 'socially acceptable' and not how I wanted.

The next morning i made my second resolution that from that day i would dress as I wanted. Screw whether others liked it or not. We were to go to a mall that evening. I dressed in a comfortable shirt that i liked. Though my mum didnt approve of my choice and didn't mince words in voicing her disapproval (" Son i have seen cleaning rags which look better") I chose to ignore it and you know what ? I felt SO friggin free ! And ever since i came back to chennai i have been dressing in 'comfy' clothes(To my mum's utter horror),cutting my hair short . Am no longer a slave to what others think. Because, as Clark gable rightly said in 'Gone with the wind' - "Frankly my dear i don't give a damn" !!