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My Hair History.

My hair colour changes in accordance to my mood. I also use the colour of my hair as a measurement of time; my memories are all connected to and associated with specific hair colours. It is the first thing that people notice, and in my world, the most indicative of the way that I am feeling. My hair colour represents certain periods of my life; it signifies struggle, contentment, anarchy, loss. In the midst of an identity crisis, I immediately change the colour of my hair to shift perspective, to feel close to myself again. 

I have dyed my hair more times than I can remember, and for this I partially blame my mother who is an avid hair-dyer (although her colour choices have been rather more appropriate); like mother, like daughter, they say. I thought it would be interesting to put together a ‘hair timeline’ to showcase all of the colours that I have dyed my hair. There are a few gaps due to not having photographed certain colours (they were too horrendous to document and I did not want them to exist anywhere on the universe).

A majority of the colours below are the results of experiments, of which many have been disastrous. However, it is just hair at the end of the day and it grows back. If it does go entirely wrong, I express my gratitude for the existence of hats. It's all about perspective, about embracing your mistakes (there is a life lesson in everything).


It all started with the picture on the top left. My natural hair colour is black, and this colour paired with my yellow-toned complexion and horrendous dark circles, has always made my skin appear sallow. This picture was taken on the day that I first dyed my hair. I was 18 years old. 
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For The Women Who Are Meant For More.


I came across an exquisite piece of writing yesterday. Every single word resonated with me and I wanted to share it with you to allow you to find yourself amid these words. If you ever find yourself feeling lost, this will guide you back to where you are supposed to be. It will empower you. It will realign everything. It will reassure you that it is okay to be different because your individuality is one of your greatest gifts.

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Alive Inside: The Story of Music and Memory.


A few days ago, I watched a documentary on Netflix titled ‘Alive Inside: The Story of Music and Memory.’ It was about a social worker that used music to evoke the memories of Alzheimer’s patients. It was one of the most astounding things I’ve ever seen.
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The Killing: Season 3.


If you have been reading my blog for some time, you will be aware of how fixated I am with ‘The Killing.’ Last night, I completed season 3 of the American version and I am still reeling from its intensity.

Please note that there will be spoilers below.

The final three episodes were absolutely impeccable. I don’t think I’ve ever felt so immersed in a story, in characters, in wanting justice. I dreamt about Linden running through fields in an attempt to protect Adrian, I could not stop seeing Ray Seward’s face. The echoes of Bullet’s voice filled my mind, the wrath of Skinner’s words made me shiver until he was gone.
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Children of Content Nausea.


In an era of infinite scrolling, click-bait titles and periodic content, there is such a thing as too much consumption. We scan articles, become trapped in the cyclical clicking of recommended videos, look away at pop-ups and animated ads. It has ruined the way that we consume information because we no longer recognise or feel the impact of the words in front of us. We are distracted, impatient. We always have a hundred tabs open.
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Becoming A Sense8.


My notion is that there are five kinds of truths: the truth you tell to casual strangers and people you meet, the truth you tell to your friends and your family, the truth you tell to only a few people in your entire life, the one you tell yourself, and the truth you won’t even admit to yourself. And that’s the one that tends to decline us,” Straczynski said. “And we thought, if we take these characters who suddenly have access to each other’s thoughts, histories, their secrets, their personalities, it lets us take the global aspect of the show and bring it down to a very human level. You may not understand what it is to live in India or live in Iceland or live in Berlin, but we can identify with an abusive father, or a person who is hiding a part of their personality because they’re afraid they’ll never be accepted. I found the smaller you go with your truth, the more universal and global the story is. And so we wanted to sort of hinge off of that into making a larger statement.

I mentioned that I was watching the television show Sense8. I’ve honestly never felt so connected, so captivated, so engrossed in a show like this before. It completely blew my mind.
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I Remember.


I remember playing with pebbles beside a Scottish lake, a body being exhumed a week later.

I remember watching men carry the carcass of a cow from a truck filled with its departed friends. I wondered about the families they left behind, their children, their dreams.

I remember faking a headache to avoid having to wear a dress in a play about Picasso. Wake up it’s a beautiful morning.
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Should We Pay To Consume Art?


A few weeks ago, Taylor Swift posted an open letter to Apple regarding their failure to pay artists during a 3 month free trial of Apple Music. Although Taylor eventually won her case, it prompted me to think about the art that we create, the different forms in which it is recognised, the way we access it, our means of consuming it, the purpose and the impact of its reverberations.
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Living a Double Life.


In my post about Serial, I mentioned that most people of South Asian descent can relate to living a dual life. We know how to be two different people. We live the life that we want, along with the life that our parents want for us. We become masters of pretence. We know how to cover our tracks and we do so until our two worlds collide.

I have written a lot about my alienation from my Pakistani heritage but Serial pushed me to think about the kind of person that our culture wants us to be.
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Serial; A True Story.


I’ve been listening to a podcast called Serial recently. It may sound familiar because about a month ago, it was all anyone could talk about. Having never really been a fan of podcasts, I deemed this another social media trend. However, I finally gave in and listened to the podcast and now it is all I can think about.

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