Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Tremdous Interaction



Well, never thought I would go to that place and pamper myself…but you don’t know, sometime shit happens…

Yes, I am talking about a beauty parlor experience. Taken aback! Come on, at least you are a non human mechanical stuff…till 5th generation computer turns up and roll on hearing this….

Anyway, pushing the door of the parlor and entering it for going through a bleaching session was very much like an audition. Climbing the spiral  staircase for an upcoming event was funny I must say (I can say that now)…but I resisted myself then…..thinking the utmost serious thing happening in the world. My god! Never so political in my life I have ever been.

I was asked to lie down in a bed…which reminds me of a situation 5 months back…then and now… comparing them is a futile effort…but the bed…..phew……..a real joke…

A lady plunged onto my face with some paste….she kept on putting and rubbing …as if, am a brick wall and she is applying cement on it….
She moved away …I took some time to recover and realize ……”what the hell is going on!!”…….and then my face was burning….control is all I could do…..after 15mins…the pack was removed…swear by god…I was happy to the infinity thinking time to go home…….
But no………..my sweet mom said, “give her a massage”……….
Oh god now what!!!

Then it all started again. Some aromatic water was applied…and now…the moment ………I realized the feeling of being stuck in an earthquake. Her hand went up down tangent dissecting my face…...perpendicular, hypotenuse and all the angles one can have in geometry. I felt a seismographic curves and waves all over my face…or an extreme judo session with rigorous punches all over and around. God………stop stop…I shouted but what came out of my mouth was a timid “ehw”….


Nearly, 15mins…seemed  like an hour…she stopped……….really she stopped….the lava plates no more moving …..And that’s the end of it. Thank god there was no mirror when the bleaching pack was put on…..or else don’t know what would I have done…but what I saw was also nothing different…..”hey am okey and alive” …but my sensitive skin has turned red….with pores now more prominent …mom said…,”ah u looking fresh”……which actually she was looking…..as the same thing was done to her…..

As, I pushed out the door I felt normal…..the normal faces without packs around me was like breathing air….may be that is what you called independence……please don’t measure its quality…..but am back from a war…….as I said to the parlor…….see you only for a hair cut….