I thought I was never going to encounter at least this particular tragedy in my life. I have gone until now averting it when most of my friends and foes have likely fallen to it. I had my tricks and techniques, mind you. It wasn’t purely an accident or good luck. I think I have had occasion to mention it on this blog before though I am not sure. Something of this import one does not forget to mention for all these years. But finally, maybe it was complacency, I had let my guard down probably. Enough of the suspense, I can hear you say. Well, my dear readers, the hairdresser ignored my instruction to ‘maintain my hair length’ and chopped it off willy nilly. It was too late by the time I caught on to it :( I was increasingly getting the dreary feeling that I was seeing a lot more hair going snippety snip but the fear of that being the case was overpowered by what would happen if I stopped the guy mid-snip? It couldn’t get worse but it could! I do not know when my hair has been this short… perhaps not since my school days? :’)

I am, all said and done, proud of the way I have handled a calamity of this magnitude. If you knew how much I hate change, you would really understand the magnitude of it. So given everything, I admit I am proud of myself. At first I did feel like the earth had fallen over me… and then I reminded myself of a point I have been making to myself lately. That because I am never going to initiate a change myself, any change that gets initiated almost on its own must be considered part of some divine plan. As if God is saying, ‘This is for your own good. Just try it out.’ And I am responding to it with a gingerly, ‘I hear you, let’s see how this goes’. Instead of crying and wailing and wishing things were the same. And this is really changing my attitude for the better. Perhaps—and this is something well known—the very fact that I am taking things with this attitude is making things seem better than otherwise. I suppose if you see things with rose-coloured glasses, they are going to look rosy? It’s not rocket science, right? Well, I am getting used to seeing myself in the mirror without my signature top bun. I had grown a bit tired of my usual hairstyle, to be honest, but I would never have decided to chop off my hair for that reason. So maybe there is something to my idea… that some necessary changes get kicked off when we do not show signs of making those changes ourselves :) 

On this subject, I love this episode from Fleabag: That Hilarious Haircut Scene from Fleabag | Prime Video - YouTube