Long long hair: My attempts at a rock star look ...

Ever since I came to college, I’ve had a haircut just once. It was barely a haircut, more of a trim on the sides and at the back … ‘cuz Baba (father, for all my non Indian readers) wanted me to get it cut. He can’t stand long hair, having minuscule hair himself. So, since I was home and didn’t want to tick him off, I went and got it ‘trimmed’. Now, it’s been almost 6 months since then, and my hair has been growing rather rampant. It’s reached a length where anything at eye–level is a little hard to see immediately when I look up.

I have to constantly set it aside or tuck it behind my ear, but bloody dense thick hair. Refuses to budge from it’s natural growth position, and hence, lands up in front of my eyes pretty much every 5–6 minutes. EG lessons can be the biggest pain, since I have to bend down. Hence, everytime I look up, all I see is hair. My freakin’ 20 cms long hair! (all values expressed here are approximate).

I seriously envy people whose hair grows more towards the back, so that they naturally fall backwards instead of coming in front of their eyes.

The rockstar look

Most of the rock bands have long hair (Pearl Jam!!), and I must admit, since I play the guitar, listen to nothing–but–rock, dress up grunge … it’s not too hard to see where I get the ‘want’ to have long hair from. I could end up like Stockdale, but nah! That’s not my style. I’m more of an Eddie kinda guy.

Ofcourse, this is kind of a contradiction, since the Rock movement doesn’t believe in stereotypes and doesn’t care about rules or traditions. It doesn’t care about order or a ‘grand–design’. All we (‘the’ rockers) care about is that we enjoy ourselves while doing what we want to do. So, caring about looks shouldn’t be in the picture. But I’m a little weird that way! I believe everybody should look good (‘good’ being relative here), no matter what they believe or do.

Weather in this country doesn’t help having long hair either, with the sun beaming down at you at any given time of the day. Long hair just works to provide a natural cap and shade from the sunlight, but then you start to feel hot in the head. Girls will know the feeling. You can’t begin to imagine the feeling if you have short hair. No no … believe me, you can’t!

Plus, the whole ‘weight’ factor. All that hair ‘will’ add some weight now, wouldn’t it? I still remember the last time I tried to grow my hair, and Baba got it cut properly (he actually came with me to the barber’s I think), I actually felt relief since my head felt lighter. ‘Much’ lighter! I’ve almost forgotten the feeling…

So, why do I still have long hair at the end of the road, when I am (very visibly, I should say) not comfortable with it? Because I like it. I like having long hair, and not looking like a freakin’ tomato when I walk out the door. I like having long hair because it adds a little something to the face. A clean–shaven, trimmed hair look is for executives who are going to go for interviews. Long hair adds in a little element of attitude. I don’t know exactly what that attitude says, but you always notice a guy with long hair amongst many.

It might sound lame, but I like my hair! :)

Being a bitch

I’ve been bogged down with work for the past three days. Amount of work people charge 1000 bucks an hour for — and I have that from college. It kinda sucks, and kinda blows … all at the same time. I don’t even know with what sick conscience can the college authorities put that kind of a routine upon us. Anyway …

So, I got one thing out of the way (my tech blog redesign). The second thing which I was quite enthusiastic about initially (Bunkometer) is lying in tatters. Don’t think I’ll ever finish it. Somehow I feel my energies are all depleted, and I can’t do anything but sit in one place and watch movies, or listen to songs. Can’t even rack my brains enough to try and play a game. I’d love to get out, but my friends are busy with a college fest, which gets over tomorrow, so hope to get out day after and break this monotony.

I have begun to look at ‘obsession’s in a different way these days. Obsession doesn’t have to make sense. It doesn’t have to be related. It doesn’t need to be fuel–ed. All it needs, is a trigger. It’s a twig that snaps in the brain. It’s also the same thing that causes people to go insane. Obsession is just a lesser version of insanity in my opinion. So, it’s almost the same thing there. Obsessions can lead people to do things they’d never do normally. It gets them hooked to things they’d not normally. Basically, break on normality in one’s life and focus all energies, thoughts and actions to satisfy that one obsession.

It’s funny how psychology lessons change some outlooks …

How stupid!

I was trying to figure out why the 'Now Playing' widget wasn't working ... it was such a stupid mistake I can't believe I made it! :(

Well, atleast it's back up and running :)

Update: The script is interfering with Winamp functioning. I'll try and fix it, but don't bet on it. Hope it get the widget up and running again!

A rekindled love for...

I find myself looking for wallpapers with nice bright colours. I recently shifted away from the OS X visual appearance to the Media Centre of Windows theme, Royal, mostly because of it's nice shiny look with bright colours of the electric blue and green. I've begun to wonder if a persons choice of colours at a particular time is decided by what his mood is like those days or at that time.

I've got a little tired of Vista's black and glassy look to everything. Sure, it was cool at first, but the simple lack of colour is a little morbid if you ask me. No light anywhere. The transparencies itself don't make much of a difference to me, it's just the black taskbar, black menus, black everything. And the fact that it keeps popping up everywhere you go looking for a new theme or look. People worship it like the best new thing to happen to design. I swear, if Illuminous turns out anything close to black, I'll write off a mail to Jobs asking him to change it. They better not try and follow Microsoft, especially since they are much better designers than Microsoft.

Well, coming back to the topic of my mood. I guess it's been elevated the past few days mostly because I'm so close to getting away from here and going home after so long. This time for a proper vacation, not a 4 day road trip. That's gotta put anyone in a good mood now, isn't it?

I suggest you take a break from all the black if you have been lately bedazzled by Vista's look. Look at all the colours out there that XP came with. The blues, the greens, throw in some oranges and yellows, and you have yourself a visual paradise! You can see my desktop here (this one is a gray and green background, I switched to it for the day time ... at nights I switch to the orange), and decide for yourself!

I don't like

I don't like to laugh too much
I don't like to cry too much
I don't like to play too much
I don't like to work too much
I don't like to idle too much
I don't like to think too much
I don't like to enjoy too much
I don't like to sit too much
I don't like to stand too much
I don't like to walk too much
I don't like to run too much
I don't like to be outdoors too much
I don't like to be indoors too much
I don't like to sleep too much
I don't like to work too much
I don't like to read too much
I don't like to talk too much
I don't like to listen too much
I don't like to repeat too much
I don't like to nag too much
I don't like to joke too much
I don't like to hang out too much
I don't like to waste time too much
I don't like to chill too much
I don't like to get stressed too much
I don't like to love too much
I don't like to hate too much
I don't like to waste too much
I don't like to argue too much
I don't like to agree too much
I don't like to encourage too much
I don't like to discourage too much
I don't like to be real too much
I don't like to dream too much
I don't like to like too much


You know what ...?
I don't like me too much ....

What's this life for?

I am not on the quest to seek the answer for life, but it is sometimes in melancholic moments that you begin to think of life without what you have at that moment. If you're placed in a completely different place, situation or (theoretical physics people!) dimension ... How will you deal with it? How do you normally deal with new places, people and events/incidents?

What is the meaning of one's life? Their role in this world? Their job, work? How do you know that what you're living is what you're meant to live? Who decides what you're meant to do? There's no god (Yea yea! Don't start), and there is no higher power. Whatever exists is in front of you, surrounding you and observable, feel-able. There is a spoon, and there is no slow motion bullet dodging. This is life people, and I guess it's high time we all woke up to it.

Only a handful of people have managed to live a full life (whatever that is!), and I think the only reason for that is that all the other idiots had no clue what to do with their life. They either idled away, or are idling away. How do you know you weren't meant to idle away your life?

I need to get some sleep...

Edit: Here's someone I think found the meaning of his life: