scissor hands

Last week was one of those times when life was just NOT on track! There were few, and I mean very few, things that went my way. One of the whole lotta things that DIDN'T, was….my hair!!!!

Ive always had short hair that just about used to fall on my shoulders, and it’s the thin wavy type that immediately curl up when subjected to humid conditions, and lemme tell ya that delhi has enough of that…humid conditions that is!! In fact, a friend once even said that my hair was like maggi noodles!!! And unless chemically treated there is hardly any way to straighten them up. But that’s the lesser of the evils that I have to deal with!
Now, ive been trying to grow my hair since early this year, and usually I have very little patience for long hair…all the regular combing, brushing, washing, conditioning, and tying up!!! Its just a little bit more TLC than what my hair is normally used to! But anyhow, I sustained and the hair has been growing steadily since then….thank you very much! :)

But all the hard work was crushed to crumbs this last week!! here is what happened….after a thorough head wash, I decided to funk up my style! (yep!! And it only gets worse!)
So, I pulled out a tremendously undersized pair of scissors (the only pair I had lying nearby…I figured if I went finding a better one I’d give up the whole idea!). Now, these are the ones that fold to the size of a coin and you have to hold them very carefully with only your thumb and forefinger for help, and squint so that you know where to cut!! I know, I know, but damn! My hands were working faster than my brains could think!!! So, anyway, I pulled out the latest issue of a fashion mag and zeroed in on a photo of a pretty model (who btw had straight, beautiful, silky hair) and decided that I’ll give myself a nice fringe like hers.
That done, I separated a few hundred strands of hair above my forehead and very, very carefully (or so I thought) measured the length I wanted. I took the scissors (which, I now saw, were also rusted) and painstakingly started cutting, and it took about thirty odd strokes before the left over hair fell to the ground, and the rest remained, dangling, just a few inches above the bridge of my nose. Not sure about the outcome I hesitantly looked into the mirror to witness my handiwork…..AND….immediately realized what a GROSS mistake I had made!!!! The fringe lay on my forehead...sure….in an awkward SLANT!!!!! There’s more….once the hair dried, it curled up into several tiny wire springs, all of different sizes, jutting out of my head in all directions….as if I was struck by lightening….and I don’t mean the romantic kind that the god of love throws your way, but the real thing…the one with voltage!!!!!!

Ever since then it pains me to stand in front of the mirror everyday and witness the aftermath of the massacre I have caused…and this is the physical, emotional, ‘I cant show my face in public’ kinda pain!!!! Not much of a handiwork after all!!!

Sigh!! What can I say….my impulsiveness has given me more grief than this!!!And I now know that there is a reason why barbers don’t cut their own hair….and im not even close to being one….a barber tht is!!! :-s