Big forehead woes that I want to get rid of



If you ask me the worst feature that I have, without a second thought I can say that it’s my big forehead. A very high forehead, way too high enough to make you standout even in amid a huge crowd, is a bit too embarrassing, in spite of however beautiful you look. Sadly, I do have a high forehead, and I am totally clueless about the reason behind god almighty’s decision to gift me with something really very odd like this. Right from the day I was born, I've had this very ‘special looking’ hairline that’s quite ‘far-off from visibility’, and an extraordinary big forehead that people would look with much amusement for sometime before going gaga about being lucky to have a big forehead. But that’s too much a stupid way to pacify me! I've never found it too lucky, and nor had my hairstylist been really lucky enough to help me successfully hide my forehead, in spite of trying his best. Every time I visit the parlor, both of us would take one hell of a time to decide on what haircut would suit me and how I should do it in order to cover my forehead.

Over the years, I've tried my best to adopt all those really ‘safer’ hairstyles to hide my very high forehead, especially using fringes which they say are great to camouflage a big forehead. But even a very slow breeze would embarrass me by lifting those fringes up, and my forehead would soon appear from behind the curtain of hairs. No wonder why my students used to call me ET (Extra terrestrial)! With this very big forehead, I think ET would be the most appropriate nick name that they can bestow me with. I do keep grumbling, complaining, and whining every now and then, especially to my mom about why I look tad different from my sister and all my cousins. To be frank, I've also spend a good amount of time and money on hair straightening treatments, creams, shampoos, and conditioners to help me get flawless fringes that would cover my forehead, but after an extent I would look the same as before, failing hard to successfully hide my forehead. I would also like to share a secret with you all and that's about the considerable amount of hair that I've lost throughout these years, experimenting various hairstyles.

But I think I’ve had enough all these years and I really want to stop thinking about my big forehead. This year, I’ve decided that I won’t be doing anything to deliberately hide it, because, I sadly understand the fact that as much as I don’t want to have it, it is something that I can never ever change in my life.

It’s Monday again!

Another Monday has rolled out so fast! Golden sunrays are filtering-in through my windows, and I haven’t yet gained the mood to hop off and begin the day. After those tranquil 24 hours, here’s another Monday, and things are jet lagging as always. I hardly get a day off from work, and that’s hardly enough to stretch a bit and savor some free time in the way I want. So, it’s a bit hard to get-up and start the weekdays all over again, which in no way means my work sucks like hell. I am absolutely fine with the idea of working 6 days a week, as I would have lots of things to read and write about. I do love and enjoy my work, and I am extremely happy being a writer. But this would somehow take the backseat, until I reach the doorsteps of my office, and till then sluggishness and Monday blues would hold on to me tightly, not letting lose their firm grip on my mind.

After a long session of grumbling and groaning about heading back to the office, I got in to my usual routine with a bit of unwillingness to forget the privileges that I had yesterday, one of those lovely lazy Sundays which had lots of free time for me to relax and do things that I love. Who can resist chatting with friends till midnight, and sleeping till next day afternoon?

When it comes to working as writer, it’s never a horrid idea, and I would say it’s one of the best jobs that a person can have, as you get diverse things to write about, rather than getting glued to one topic and same kind of work all the year long. So I don’t think I have ever dragged myself to wok any day, thinking about the relaxing weekends that I would get. Yet, Monday blues don’t go off so easily, especially during those few morning hours, even if I wish to pluck it way right from the root. This short yet vivid resistance to Monday is always within me deep inside, as an emotional alarm, always set to ring on every Monday morning, irrespective of whether I would have a hefty day or not. It’s short, and it would go by the time I set myself to start the day’s work, but till then, it masters my body and mind, making me feel so damn lazy beyond words.

Thankfully my Monday blues & me parted ways right at the door step of the office as usual, and I am here at my workplace, with piles of works to do.