Love air in my hair….umm…I love it when cool breeze plays with my unruly locks…..I like it when its disheveled, just out of bed. Well, that’s my look actually…I have a real nice, low-maintenance look and I don’t even need a comb! This hairdo just sits so perfectly on me, err suits me so well, every time, all the time, while on vacation, while I am at work, after shower and even on a bad hair day!
Don’t know why of all topics I am talking about hair….well, loved air in my hair this morning, while seeping some nice Darjeeling tea in my balcony. Yeah, spring is here….
Yes, I know why I am talking about my hair. Because, just the other day a certain colleague commented on my hair and I kinda didn’t understand whether she was complimenting or being sarcastic. If I corroborate the conversion it almost could sound ‘why don’t your hair fall?’ (smirk!) Well, I offer benefit of doubt and move on thinking probably she is envious of my lush unruly locks and may be my hair is note-worthy. Hmm…I mean what else you could do in such a situation? Would you try showing her that your hair is glued on the scalp with some fancy gel? Ha ha ha….
Moving on…from hair to air…And talking about air, I do have an air about me. Well, we all have and it’s not a bad thing. I rather feel a certain air about yourself is really cool, it’s confidence building, it’s encouraging, it’s infectious. And it’s all how you play the air….'play the air'? well….read on….
Call me arrogant, call me difficult, and call me troublesome. I know one thing for sure, someone just could not topple me and probably all roughed up so hence such names. I don’t mind either. Call me whatever you may, I will care if you are worth paying attention to. And most times I get such names from people who either just found them in a sticky situation, who are unfair, who are unprofessional and trying to get through me, who are outright incompetent and trying to get into a logical conversation. Well, I don’t mind failing but I will never go down without a fight. I feel it’s my obligation to reason out, and show things the way it is. And I can be a tough nut despite such lush hair and real nice façade (wide grin)
I know it’s only when I give you a tight fight and you see red in the eye, you mouth such names. Well…
I love the air I wear, I love the way I am. Because I know I am walking straight, I am walking in all fairness and I am walking the walk I can walk. I do what I can, I never try to do more than I can do. I only do things what my pocket allows me, which I gracefully own. Thus I despise people who flaunt larger than life persona and forget to pay the bill at a fancy restaurant where they invite themselves. I pity such gluttons who only can fill their mouths with others money. I call such creatures a failure with all academic degrees they accumulate from around the globe when they are unmindful of courteous behavior. What is the point when you cannot think of spending a penny from your pocket for your travel and ask for change from the host at a housewarming get together? What is the point when you invite someone on her birthday and let her pay for the party? Such parasites are burden on this planet and it’s worthwhile if you know them at the earliest and weed away.
And end of the day, I could care less if such parasites call me names….as it’s not worth wasting time and energy on such non-worthy things. O’yeah, I really love the air I have about me, the air in my hair, and my hair looks great….and its gonna be like this for some more time. So, I can tell a certain someone that the wait’s gonna be long (wink)
