Working out and learning how to drive a car have worn me out very badly (oh yes, I’m 18 and still don’t know how to drive, and honestly driving a car is so difficult! If I knew driving is going to be so difficult, then I would have better enrolled in some other class! I’ll be writing about my driving adventure some other time, specially my dad’s expression, they need time to be articulated in words!) And the other thing that I do is to watch Sarabhai Vs Sarabhai online, it’s an historic show, and I doubt whether we’ll get to see any other show of that standards again!
So, I’m at my Didi’s place right now, and suddenly remembered a very beautiful thing at the time of her marriage–My first ever trip to the beauty saloon!
The last time I had a haircut was almost around 4 years back, because after that I decided to see how long my hair can grow, and even during that time I just used to sit on the chair with my eyes closed, so never had any idea what was actually happening around me.
Finally, three months back my sister’s wedding was arranged and though I was very much against the make up and other things that follows, I had to compromise on my values and principles for my sister. I stopped biting my nails three months prior to my sister’s wedding day and a day before the wedding I went to the saloon to groom my hands with the long nails. Its called manicure. So the moment I entered the place, a whiff of artificially natural fragrance filled me!
I don’t know why, but I was actually very nervous. I sat on the recliner with my sister(who was supposed to get many other things done), the two therapist (this is what they call themselves, rightly though, because the thing they did was very relaxing), brought their machines and other things and I was scared to death seeing them. But to my relief they were for my sister!
The ordeal started, but it was actually quiet relaxing you know, the warm water seeping through the pores of your arms and palms. But then, I saw one of the girls bringing thousands of filers to file my nails. I don’t even let the nail clipper touch my nails. You see my li’l darlings are afraid of sharp things, so I let my teeth do the honor. It was just for the sake of the wedding that I didn’t bite my nails for 3 months. No one else but my teeth will have the pleasure to chip them!
Though this was over, but there was yet to come. My sister’s bridal package came with a free “light make-up”, so it had to be me!
The next day, in the evening, I again marched towards the salon. A pretty sweet lady attended to me. And then the way I was scrutinized, mercy! I had two people working on my hair, and another on my face. I could hardly move, but then couldn’t help it. The girl was pretty excited about making up my face because I remember she tried ever single thing on my face.
At the end, she was really satisfied by her work. But I knew I was looking horrible with loads of artificially looks enhancing products!
P.S. 1) I still wonder what happens inside the closed rooms of the saloon. May be they actually torture some young ladies, and then bring out the outer beauty of theirs.
2) I’m actually having nothing to do right now, so kindly bear with these unusually silly posts.