Bang'D

My haircut was looooong overdue. So i finally went and got one today. That wayI won't turn up for my cousin's wedding like a Draupadi who refused to comb her hair till the Pandavas had avenged the Kauravas. I am, of course, in the middle of submissions with a cold, cough, fever, headache and a wedding. To top it all, I put mehendi today - so i didn't do any work :D (I'm looking forward to the 3 viva-cum-submissions on Monday - I really am)

Anyways, I walk in to B-Blunt (the atmosphere of which I liked, please note) I get my hair washed and everything. Ms-Hair-Cutting-Person (don't wanna mention names here. but she's a nice person - go to her for a hair-cut!!) tells me i have naturally curly hair and it seems "heavy" cause I brush it out - I shouldn't. When she's finished with my hair, she tells me I am NEVER supposed to comb my hair now. I may brush it a little while its wet - if i really need to - but thats it. Just "scrunch up" your wet hair with some conditioner and leave it be.
So basically - you know how awful my hair looks when its just left around with no one to attend to it? That is "the" in-thing right now according to Ms-Hair-Cut and therefore i can just leave it like that. I have no issues with that! (i can get up 15 mins late and give up on the arm-wrestle every morning).

My dad's really jealous - he says "take me to a person who tells me not to comb". Of course he's ignoring the fact that if didn't comb, most people wouldn't know the difference... there's not much hair to guess from! My mom, though, will find that this topic cannot be a bone of contention anymore. I can't do anything about my hair - the hair lady said so...!!

I realise this was pointless - but i actually wrote this because of the title. Thats the name of some salon in the by-lanes of Matunga. Never been there - but its such an AWESOME name!! Suppose someone were to take over the salon from the current owner - he'll go home and tell his wife "I got Bang'd" :cracks up:

:laughing too much to sign off properly:

PS: She also told me to "make twisties"with my hair. :sigh:

Shut Eye

A little girl is lying on her bed, resting on her tummy. The pillow is neatly tucked in between her elbows and chin. There is a colouring book in front and a box of crayons at the side. There is also this tired droopiness in her eyes.

Her father is at home today. He is watching tv in the hall. When he gets up for a drink of water, he decides to check on his little girl. She lies fast asleep on the bed - the crayon lying forgotten nearby. He goes back to the tv show. Some time later, out of the corner of his eye, he notices that the kid is walking through the passage to the bedroom.

Suddenly, he hears wails and sobs. The child is red-eyed, half - awake, disoriented and lost. She is bawling her heart out and only wants her mummy. The poor father is confounded. You can't produce a working mother at a moments notice and the child refuses to even hear his consoling pleas.

That was me - 12 years ago.

I saw a little girl doing the same thing on the train today. Brought back memories, it did.

I feel like that sometimes. You've just arisen from this comatose existence you've been living for a while and you feel lost. You want your mommy. You want to cling to her and cry. And then not stop crying. Not because you had a bad dream but because you don't remember where you are or what you are doing there.

For the record: I was never "little" =P