Being back in India officially sucks. No, not complaining about the potty roads. Nope, not the obscene traffic or the strangling pollution. It's having to rely completely on my parents again that is hurting. I don't think I will ever be used to the 'pocket-money' funda in life again. How does one wait to be doled out money in instalments, be monitored consequently about the expenditure ("500 rupees gone? what did you do with it!") and feel guilty about it all the same?
I burnt a hole in my pocket yesterday that threatened to swallow my pants whole. Some would try and find some justification for it, but you would generally draw the following reaction (and I quote) "How much? On WHAT? Jeeeeeez!" Thus is tainted my long-sought after 'Cutting and Highlighting Hair Experiment'.
My hair, untouched by any sharp object for about 5 months, had begun to show signs of neglect. Add to that my mother's constant nagging about how I looked unkempt. So a haircut was long in order. I have never done anything apart from that to my hair in my *beep* years of life.
Now, for quite a lot of females of my acquaintance, shopping and a trip to the salon are healing, rejuvenating activities. Having not subscribed to that notion till now, I decided maybe that was what was missing in my life. So I took the bold step of highlighting my hair.
5 hours, 3 dozen aluminium foils, 3 assistants and 1 wash later, I am a new woman (uh.....). One of the assistants is (appropriately) oohing and aahing all over me, the hairdresser insists the cut looks glamourous and me...I am trying to spot the highlights. Emm is beckoned (poor thing she came so quick, thanks for that!!), and she affirms all my fears....can't spot the highlights! 'why didn't you get an auburn?', says she. Oh well. What can I say.... I entrusted my hair to the experts! and Brown is in this season (and if you don't believe me, check with Kareena Kapoor in the Garnier adverts). If only I could SEE it!
Well, dah-lings, we did spot the elusive highlights eventually. And they do look quite nice, albeit very 'subtle'. But the best part is yet to come. The bill. I scramble around in my purse, frantically marshalling all my financial resources (which apart from my mother's money equals my friend who is getting her hair done RED - red u hear, a colour you can SEE).
I managed to get together 1450. Aah, fine, am safe. HA! As safe as your back is on a Pune road! As if there aren't enough embarassing (self-induced) moments in my life, the lady shows me the magic figure ...1500. Jeeez! As pink as I can get, I have to explain the situation to her. She graciously waves away (not waives) my excuses and is ok with me paying the balance tomorrow. Now how do I explain to her that I am already paying through my nose!!!! Main apni maa ko kya mooh dikhaoongi! (How shall I face my Mother?)
Result: God's glory....Mother is ok with hair (trick: do not say the figure out loud, never utter it), says it knocked a couple of years off my face. I still catch myself trying to spot the colour, and Emm, sweetheart that she is, says my haircut is 'glamourous'. At least she can fib well!
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Sweetheart, I never fib- I usually just stay silent :) And I wasnt silent this time. I sure don't agree with your salon-wali about what colours are 'in' this season, but the haircut IS glamourous- even when your hair curls the way you don't like it- infact its better that way.
But didn't you feel pampered, sitting there, someone running their hands thru your hair? This could be a worthy excuse to console yourself- what say?
Hair style is the final tip-off whether or not a woman really knows herself. ~Hubert de Givenchy, Vogue, July 1985
So presumably, you have cut yourself short of knowing yourself. Ok, bad pun. And HOLY WHATEVER! 1500Rs!! You seem to like writing hair-raising entries. This is your second one, isnt it?
And EMM - "But didn't you feel pampered, sitting there, someone running their hands thru your hair? "
I liked that. hehe. And Aarti, I am curious about that pampered feeling. Lets discuss that.
hehe. when I said pampered, you know what I meant was... well, you know what I meant ;)
what re aarti.. waste of money.. total waste.. 1500 bucks???? 18.99 pounds???
With that money I could have bought so many ____ . (flat, shiny on atleast one side, circular object)
You should have invested in three inch heels.. no those wouldn't have helped.. maybe stilts? :p
- Your nose friend
Stilts???!!...Maybe helium filled sandals..or.....or maybe a micro-blackhole device which warps the space between her head and toes and then releases it with a twang thereby giving a much needed stretch...hehe...or nanobots..hmmm now how can they help?
At least I can invest in stilts (or lets go further and get the helium-filled sandals or the nanobots) and get the 'much-needed boost'. But it's quite sad that no investment can help restore your cranial cavity (assuming there to be an original)from the blackhole that seems to stretch to your toes ... and beyond.
arre, nose friend, i invested in shine on one side too, u know! of a different kind, but whatever....
shine on one side eh? really now! which side is that? eh? ;)
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