Slight Disappointments

Today was the perfect example of a lazy day, a guilt-free lazy day. I did not get anything done today, I had nothing to get done and it felt great to not have any expectations resting on my shoulders. I mean, I do have quite a few expectations for myself but I shall get to them soon, just not today. There was dinner, a movie, a teeny tiny bit of shopping, I shall shop more tomorrow hopefully. I have plans to buy some new clothes because I feel my wardrobe needs a little something new in it. But knowing me, and my general miserliness, I will probably buy very little and call it a successful trip. Or better yet, buy nothing at all and come back.

I came back from a movie only half an hour back and I am completely exhausted from the day. I slept a lot even during the day, but a whole lot of good that did me because I am still sleepy now. The movie was slightly disappointing, I was expecting more, I guess, but it wasn’t bad. I am generally quite shit at reviewing movies, and to add to my already mediocre capabilities, I am also extremely sleepy and tired. So it probably is not a good time to type out my opinions on the movie, because my vocabulary seems quite limited to good/bad/nice. But it was a movie people had told me was wonderful and so I dragged my father along. He didn’t like the movie at all, though, while I don’t hold such an extreme view (in retrospect, I don’t hold extreme views in almost everything)

I also bought myself a mehendi cone, I love mehendi and I used to love putting it for other people and for myself. I was not great at it, but I still enjoyed it because I found the exercise very comforting a lot of the time. It made me happy and seeing the colour always made my day. I loved seeing the mehendi turn darker after the first day, I loved the smell of it that would linger for at least a day after I put it. If it was marudhaani, the smell would last for a few days, even with the perfume from soaps. But mehendi cones don’t do that, but that is not a failing, to be honest, because mehendi cones allow me an insane level of creative freedom that marudhaani can only dream of. I am most definitely doing my sleep blabber right now, so I am going to call it a night and get to sleep. Tomorrow shall be more productive, right?

And that’s my memory for the day.

Perfect Bows And Perfection Stands Tall

After quite a while, I got a haircut today. I cut it short, till the middle of the length of my neck. I cannot wear a ponytail or anything, I have to let it loose. But I am so delirious about it because it is so small. I keep on running my fingers through it, marvelling at how short it is. It takes literally one second to run my hands through. And it is also tangle-free. Overall, in comparison to the messy, tangled, dry, curly hair that I had, this short hair feels so liberating. It is still messy and curly but it is better.

The last time I had somewhat similar length hair was back when I was in fourth standard. I remember how it was, very small and the curls all intense. I had it cut and then, I could do nothing with it. I remember how much of a joke it was and because of its fluffiness, I was called cotton candy head. I also had these headbands that I used to wear all the time. They were very pretty, colourful and came in different styles. But then, we were told that we could not wear colour headbands and I had to procure black headbands. And I wasn’t very happy with the changes, especially because black headbands didn’t come with bows.

I was obsessed with bows. All my notebooks. books, any stray bits of paper I found, they were all covered with these bow drawing I made. Bows and hearts and the bows also particularly had to have polka dots (not shown in the drawing above but take my word for it). Why did I start this obsession over bows? It was because of Mickey Mouse, or more specifically, because of Minnie Mouse and Daisy Duck.

I was introduced to these characters through this show that came on Disney called Mickey Mouse ClubHouse. It was a very fun show to watch. Mickey had the most delightful adventures and his clubhouse was nothing short of miraculous. I always wanted to live in such a house, it came fully equipped with everything and even had its own surrounding areas. It was paradise for a young kid like myself. I used to sing along to the theme song, it used to go something like “It’s the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, come inside…” and there used to be this attendance call of sorts. It would go, “Donald! Daisy! Goofy!…” and they’d all be in various places in the clubhouse and they’d say “Present!” (I think). And then I would be caught up in whatever adventures they all went to.

Minnie and Daisy wore these polka dot bows all the time. Minnie’s was pink while Daisy’s was purple but then I remember this one episode where they were in search of a green bow. Overall, I loved those bows and I constatly wanted to draw them and perfect the drawings. But try as I might, I could never bring the 3D like quality to the bow. But I kept on trying, drawing bows everywhere I could find.

It was also at this time that I got obsessed with doodling hearts and also this one kind of flower. I doodled a lot everywhere, I still doodle sometimes. It is always that flower. I remember the first time my mother taught me to draw that flower. My mother used to draw many things, there was this young boy’s face she would draw, these flowers, and few other such things. And when I finally learnt to draw the flower, I felt so proud. I can draw those flowers better now and it always makes me very happy to see a perfect flower on my notebook.

I constantly worked towards that perfection, but somewhere along the line I lost that motivation. This haircut has come at a great time. My haircut experinces have generally been not very satisfactory but this one is (surprisingly) pretty fine (I don’t want to jinx it though). It has really improved my mood. And I guess, after quite some time, I am finally ready to go back to campus, to strive for that perfection again. After all, people do say that practice makes perfect, don’t they?

And that’s my memory for the day.