Last week, i went to a famous beauty salon in my city to get a haircut...the stylist explained to me the detaillings of my new hairstyle and also how gud and "fresh" i will look after the session...i became happy of the prospect of an entirely new look!! and relieved that finally some one understands wat to do with my frenzy fluffy hairs! but some how i felt as if the stylist was more excited..i cud see he was grinning ear to ear.. as if, he was very near to solve a long unsolved mystery!!
thay gave me a shampoo and a hair massage..it was indeed "fresh".. and i was all set to get rid of some extra locks from my head....i closed my eyes..and dreamt of a new day, when people will look at me twice...they will think, from where has this girl cut her hair...she looks so different.!!!.how my frnds will shriek and cry out my name in utter amazement..ahhh..satisfying, wishful thoughts...
and suddenly i heard my mom calling my name..i looked around and saw her looking at me, quite amused ..she was smilling in an odd way..as if she wants to laugh out loud, but cant due to some genuine problem...
nway, i looked away from her..to the stylist...his proud satisfied smile(yes..the ear to ear grin) was all over his face..and finally i looked at the full size mirror in front of me...
if this was a thriller sitcom, the episode would have ended here..leaving a lot to the viewer's imaginations..fortunately for u ...this is not....
i lukd at myself...and i lukd at myself..actually i was searching for myself..where is me?? wheres the priom who side parts her every hair and makes a pony tail..instead there is some chinese -keralite hybrid species staring at me from the mirror...the damn stylist has cut my front hairs so small that at that very momnt i knew that i need an entire stock of 100 black clips ASAP!!
still now i have'nt got over my initial trauma..people have not yet stopped asking me the question that what did i do to myself???...one idiot even dared to ask me that whether my hair got stuck in some machine!!
but i have acted maturedly, i have kept my cool and answered them accordingly...but my every answer came with a certain piece of advice....never trust a stylist..a stylist who grins ear to ear before cutting your hair...
Monday, January 12, 2009
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