Growing old getting younger..

I look at my parents getting old and to me it just does not look like they are growing old. Infact they are getting very young and restless. They travel more now. They get bored so soon. They are more open to trying new things and both know all the latest gossip of bollywood. This is not what i was preparing myself for. And i really fell off the chair when they announced they are planning to get a mid-segment luxury car post retirement. My father, a staunch believer of the wonders of of being thrifty wants to throw caution to the winds and do things to relax. It is such an unheard concept specially coming from my frugal dad. And then like a party-spoiler mom, i tell them repeatedly why thwy cannot go to kerala in monsoon or kashmir forverer or why my dad firat needs to get his eyes operated on before he plans to pick a new set of wheels. sometimes i do feel that i have more than one child. Most times i can actually feel which hair turned grey after a really gruelling phone conversation. But lately i have started to really enjoy these encounters. And when the husband says give me the latest gossip about your family, i actually do tell him about it.

my unending blonde moment

my mother says i was born with golden red hair which disappeared after the ceremonial head shaving. i got black hair instead. which i have been okay with... more or less

during my maternity period i experimented with pink and purple strands but had to loose those for my very short office tenure. anyways recently i colored my hair in a very light shade of golden brown. you can call it blonde too. loreal calls it somthing else. 

too many friends and family members did not like it and i am okay with it as long as my son my husband and me likes it.

but the strangers in my life are the most uncomfortable with it.

a cook in my society walked upto me and told me to color it black

a lady with whom i have not even exchanged names with in my society asked me the reason for such a 'drastic' MAKEOVER

and today a friend's husband who i meet annually and just politely smile to even then nagged me twice with half n hour for my hair color. 

LET IT GO PEOPLE

so many of you. the blonde color is not for you to come and comment on my looks. its for my happiness.

i don't care if your hair is black, blue or purple. infact i will be happy for you that are experimenting with colors. 

just don't ask me the WHY. i dont want to tell you why. i dont know you well enough to tell you why. 

i act on WHIMS now and then. i do things without any reason. especially for me. thankfully my better half has learnt to live and love these things about me.

if you are a friend i may do care about your opinion. but you are not. i just know you. 

so please stop getting amazed at my blondishness and take a hike. 

i like me just the way i am at any given time. 

may god bless your black-haired head. even if it is dyed. amen. 

annual holidays

Our summer and winter holidays were filled with lots of home work but the one thing that we looked forward to was a trip to one of the hilly cities. Or even down south. I used to take it for granted while growing up. Not going was not an option. It seemed then. And we loved it. The budget hotels, crazy bus + train rides, strange but yummy dhaba food and lots and lots of trekking. Yep, we loved it all.

Until we moved out for college and the parents began to go on their own vacations and we planned trips with our friends. But then i got married. And became a mom. And now week long holidays became two-night stay affairs. Then my last vacation became a one night stay. And guess what, the annual holiday 5-day holiday to a beach town just got cancelled.

So i am pretty sad and angry and upset and very very angry. And i miss my childhood which was filled with crammed trains and dismal rooms but good food and some very nice quality time spent with your family. Where you were allowed to do crazy stuff and not worry about the chores of your house. I miss my childhood holidays. So i am pestering my parents again. To take me out for a holiday. I'll have no problem getting up to see the sun rise and the birds in the skying flying with the first rays of the sun. I want it all. And a little more