Whenever Indiblogger introduces a new contest related to hair, my heart literally skips a beat and my eyes get glazed (no, not the drug affected glaze). My eternal optimistic heart thinks, finally there is a hair product which can be my knight in shining bottle (oops!! armor), but every time despondent result awaits me.
First, let me introduce you to my hair which apparently has its own personality, and that too a split one (no pun intended). You can understand it better when I tell you it has an attitude which can put a punk ass teen rebel to shame. I have straight hair (I know most of you who know me by face will race an eyebrow as most of the times its ugly curly, you know bending-in-any-damn-direction-it-prefers) and its not even celebrity like poker straight. Its more of a pigtail straight (I dont have an exact idea what does a pigtail look like, but im sure its not good). I was happy till it looked like this, you know long straight and silky.
The cliched "all good things come to an end" came true and my beautiful, long hair got cursed. I suffered a horrible disease called alopecia and within a month I was getting clumps of my hair in my hand (no tears please, I dont have a concept about how much info is too much info). The sad incident forced me to snip my hair short and each time my hairdresser snipped, my heart crunched a little under the damned scissors.
The unfortunate incident occured near my board exams and considering the kind of status symbol it is for our percentage-hungry parents, I was not given time to mourn. So I wiped my tears and took bits and peices of my leftover pride in the quality of my hair. Little did I know that there was about to be an added insult to injury. The hairfall continued and the quality deteriorated so much so that I had to resort to a bob, envious of long hair of my batchmates.
The worst realization dawned on me in fairwell when my bob cut stuck out as a sore thumb on my traditional saree. Till date I cringe whenever I flip through those old photographs.
Time flew with speed and I compensated my inferiority complex due to my hair by excelling in every co-curricular activity (In a way I thank those days as this was the time I became enthusiastic about writing.)
Though lack of my original shiny , long raven hair haunted me every now and then. School changed to medical college and things did not get easier for me only I resorted to philosophical attitude that physical appearance is just a superficial trait and its inner beauty which defines a person. The cracks in the philosophy used to occur on occasions like fresher party, farewell where I had no choice in hairstyle but to pull them back and clamp.
After every photo session I got asked "Why have you put oil?" and I had to restrain my self from screaming. To avoid getting clicked I used to play photographer and hence Im missing from most of my college pics.
My obsession with bad hair days was so intense that I never left home without a comb in my handbag, and god for bid if I forgot I never stepped inside a trial room for the fear of ruining my hair.
I cringe everytime I read poetries and verses written by the smitten lovers praising the lustrous locks of their beloved. Im never getting a poem written about my hair and the eternal romantic in me sighs at that thought.
I remove the photo tags from FB and social media as in most of the pics my hair decides to play the villain.
The height of obsession can be judged from the fact that while In a rafting trip, I was so much focused on my hair not getting wet that I missed the whole fun.
The only positive thing that comes out of all this hair-hulla is the fact whenever I clean my room, the amount of hair i sweep out makes me feel im living with a bunch of girl friends. but whats the use of hair if the comb and floor has more than on your head.
I miss the feel of wind in my hair while riding my two wheeler, as most of the times my hair is tied up. I hate wedding functions since I do not know what to do with my hair. Recently I bought a woollen cap for rs 2500/- on pretext of cold wave only because it made my hair look good (I know, mea culpa!!! )
Only God knows how many time I had to force stop myself from walking up to random girls and guys in metro asking them the secret to their quiffs and manes.
The tirade is a never ending one , not till I find a permanent solution to my hair till then the sad story will continue.
I want my long, shiny manageable hair back at any cost. I want recharged hair back. Is it too much to ask for?
So far , so Good.
This post is written for Indiblogger's Recharge Your hair, Recharge your life contest in association with Sunsilk.
First, let me introduce you to my hair which apparently has its own personality, and that too a split one (no pun intended). You can understand it better when I tell you it has an attitude which can put a punk ass teen rebel to shame. I have straight hair (I know most of you who know me by face will race an eyebrow as most of the times its ugly curly, you know bending-in-any-damn-direction-it-prefers) and its not even celebrity like poker straight. Its more of a pigtail straight (I dont have an exact idea what does a pigtail look like, but im sure its not good). I was happy till it looked like this, you know long straight and silky.
The cliched "all good things come to an end" came true and my beautiful, long hair got cursed. I suffered a horrible disease called alopecia and within a month I was getting clumps of my hair in my hand (no tears please, I dont have a concept about how much info is too much info). The sad incident forced me to snip my hair short and each time my hairdresser snipped, my heart crunched a little under the damned scissors.
The unfortunate incident occured near my board exams and considering the kind of status symbol it is for our percentage-hungry parents, I was not given time to mourn. So I wiped my tears and took bits and peices of my leftover pride in the quality of my hair. Little did I know that there was about to be an added insult to injury. The hairfall continued and the quality deteriorated so much so that I had to resort to a bob, envious of long hair of my batchmates.
The worst realization dawned on me in fairwell when my bob cut stuck out as a sore thumb on my traditional saree. Till date I cringe whenever I flip through those old photographs.
Time flew with speed and I compensated my inferiority complex due to my hair by excelling in every co-curricular activity (In a way I thank those days as this was the time I became enthusiastic about writing.)
Though lack of my original shiny , long raven hair haunted me every now and then. School changed to medical college and things did not get easier for me only I resorted to philosophical attitude that physical appearance is just a superficial trait and its inner beauty which defines a person. The cracks in the philosophy used to occur on occasions like fresher party, farewell where I had no choice in hairstyle but to pull them back and clamp.
After every photo session I got asked "Why have you put oil?" and I had to restrain my self from screaming. To avoid getting clicked I used to play photographer and hence Im missing from most of my college pics.
My obsession with bad hair days was so intense that I never left home without a comb in my handbag, and god for bid if I forgot I never stepped inside a trial room for the fear of ruining my hair.
I cringe everytime I read poetries and verses written by the smitten lovers praising the lustrous locks of their beloved. Im never getting a poem written about my hair and the eternal romantic in me sighs at that thought.
I remove the photo tags from FB and social media as in most of the pics my hair decides to play the villain.
The height of obsession can be judged from the fact that while In a rafting trip, I was so much focused on my hair not getting wet that I missed the whole fun.
The only positive thing that comes out of all this hair-hulla is the fact whenever I clean my room, the amount of hair i sweep out makes me feel im living with a bunch of girl friends. but whats the use of hair if the comb and floor has more than on your head.
I miss the feel of wind in my hair while riding my two wheeler, as most of the times my hair is tied up. I hate wedding functions since I do not know what to do with my hair. Recently I bought a woollen cap for rs 2500/- on pretext of cold wave only because it made my hair look good (I know, mea culpa!!! )
Only God knows how many time I had to force stop myself from walking up to random girls and guys in metro asking them the secret to their quiffs and manes.
The tirade is a never ending one , not till I find a permanent solution to my hair till then the sad story will continue.
I want my long, shiny manageable hair back at any cost. I want recharged hair back. Is it too much to ask for?
So far , so Good.
This post is written for Indiblogger's Recharge Your hair, Recharge your life contest in association with Sunsilk.
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