The cosmic barber and me

Just like Jim Morrison, some of the worst mistakes in my life have been haircuts. At the awkward age of 17, I remember complaining about yet another horrible haircut to Dada (God bless him for listening to my nonsense for ages now) and he nonchalantly told me to simply break all the mirrors around me. That if I feel great, I look great! (To his credit, he has also told me other elder brother worthy things like-  to be fair when the entire world seems to be against me.) 

Anyway, today I received a note saying – Like haircut, a journey should never be fully appraised until it is complete. Otherwise, one could mistake a miracle-in-the-making for a setback, loss, or the wet-look.

Yet again, in the span of last of 2 years, within 4 months, my life has changed. I lost my job. Why? How? Doesn’t really matter! I lost it. (It sure as hell wasn’t my fault.) That’s at the heart of it.  The 4-month curse continues… Someone who has had her life run like clockwork, precisely like how she planned it – and she planned it to a T, till April 2016 is still amazed at all the chaos and uncertainty. The other me who likes chaos (now) is just learning to deal with it – trusting that universe has a plan for her as long as she is ready to slog it out. 

With every change, from picking the wrong job to a project that stopped halfway… to good work exposure but horrendous work culture… I have grown with every single work experience and ended in a better place than before.

I have learnt to mourn things not meant for me and let go. This time, finally, I figured out heartbreak – it’s mourning the death of person/thing/place you love and letting it go (mostly by this time, there’s nothing left…but anyway)… and wait for the cosmic barber to finish the masterpiece and not steal a glimpse of the confused and helpless person sitting in the chair. 

And just in case it doesn’t work out – break all the mirrors – personal and societal. No harm, no foul!

Maybe…just maybe… life is like a haircut. 

P.S. This time was easier because I spent the day with Dadu and his wife! 


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