Disclaimer
Parents: To avoid indefinite visits to the Salon, parental guidance is advised for your kids when reading the following post.
Kids: Go ahead, keep Fevicol and Gum ready and be naughty :)
Unless you belong to a Punjabi clan, it’s hard to have long lustrous hair as a kid. You know, mums get the pretty tresses trimmed because of various reasons:
- Less hair, less lice, less trauma
- Short hair, quick fixes, late riser
- Shorter hair, lesser hair pulling between siblings
Image 1 - Ah, the ordeal mothers have to go through. No gain, without pain? |
For these reasons and more, my adorable mother took me to the Salon every 3 months and kept my hair swinging only till my shoulders - Blunt cut – as they proudly called it! The Salon girls giggled and gossiped. They spoke about the neighborhood damsels and their boyfriends at length. There was something funny about the whole beauty parlour experience and the camaraderie. My tiny brains couldn’t understand anything and so I just concentrated on the wigs that lay around.
I had read Rapunzel; I had seen how Cinderella was prettier
because of her hair; I was sure Little Red Riding Hood had oodles of noodles
beneath her little red cap. Then there was ‘I dream of Genie’ - I hadn’t seen
anyone more adorable than the lady with a braid around her ponytail!
Image 3 - My all-time favorite braid :) |
At school, Manpreet and Jassi spoke endlessly about their long locks. I felt jealous to hear them tell about the pampering they got from their grand mothers. Jassi's granny gave her a head massage followed by an egg pack. She then shampooed her hair with imported shampoo. Now I didn't had the patience to sit through all that, but I still felt envious! My 2-minute self-shampoo routine seemed like a sad affair.
The fascination with long hair didn’t end there. Mum use to knit sweaters during the winter season. The ladies would sit on the terrace and knit. I loved the chatter and the excess of Vitamin D never bothered us. Tanning was never an issue and we had no clue about the Ultra Violet rays. Ah, simpler times! Anyway, I use to gather left over wool and craft my own braid. I had seen enough shows on DoorDarshan to know how to use the chipkana waala padarth effectively!
One day I was busy making a very thick braid with wool. Suddenly I concocted an incredible idea. I stuck the braid to my own mane with glue. It was hard, but I knew Fevicol will not give up easily. Finally, I thought, I looked prettier than the Manpreets and Jassis of the world! I twisted and turned and looked at myself in the mirror a million times. I planned to get my Barbie and Ken married the next week so that I can flaunt my invention in the grand Baraat.
The fascination with long hair didn’t end there. Mum use to knit sweaters during the winter season. The ladies would sit on the terrace and knit. I loved the chatter and the excess of Vitamin D never bothered us. Tanning was never an issue and we had no clue about the Ultra Violet rays. Ah, simpler times! Anyway, I use to gather left over wool and craft my own braid. I had seen enough shows on DoorDarshan to know how to use the chipkana waala padarth effectively!
One day I was busy making a very thick braid with wool. Suddenly I concocted an incredible idea. I stuck the braid to my own mane with glue. It was hard, but I knew Fevicol will not give up easily. Finally, I thought, I looked prettier than the Manpreets and Jassis of the world! I twisted and turned and looked at myself in the mirror a million times. I planned to get my Barbie and Ken married the next week so that I can flaunt my invention in the grand Baraat.
Image 5: How can you resist braiding these? |
Image 6: And that's how it's done... |
What followed next would have landed me in the ICU if I had a
Hitler for a mom. In my attempt to pull out the wool, I tangled my hair
further. When I could not release my hair or bury myself in the earth, I went
crying to mom. She took me to the Salon and then, and then, I met Bob cut. The ends were awesome, but it was bob, BOB cut!
I hated Blunt and Bob, I desperately wanted a long Braid. After a
few months when the whole world forgot about my tryst with the glue, I asked an
aunty who lived next-door to lend me a braid with a Parandi. She was a darling
who loved kids. She thought I would play with it and return it like it was.
Some aunties are so naive, I tell you.
Image 7: Have short hair and miss using these? |
This time, my ordeal introduced me to Mushroom cut! My mom wasn't in the favour of me having long hair, but she sure was experimental with shorter versions of it. But this
time she told me that if I didn’t stick anything to my perfect ends, she will let me
grow my hair.
And voila, after a year, my hair started growing beyond my
shoulders. It was not insanely long like Manpreet, but it was long enough to braid it the way I liked.It was a slow and steady victory, but I had learnt my lesson well:
if you want something badly, the whole universe conspires you to have it.
This is Manpreet's braid probably, mine was a tad shorter but had equally sharp ends :) |
Since I was so passionate about my hair, I took special care
and it went on to become lustrous. It also got the pampering it deserved from both my mother and grandmother. My braids were strong and had beautiful ends.
When I was in college and needed no one’s approval to change my hairstyle, I was introduced to Layers. Long tresses gave me the advantage of giving it any shape without any difficulty.
When I was in college and needed no one’s approval to change my hairstyle, I was introduced to Layers. Long tresses gave me the advantage of giving it any shape without any difficulty.
Bob and blunt were fine, but braiding gave my hair the strength they
needed. And with products like the new Dove rescue system, the ends are always perfect. I’m
glad I fought for the future of my hair. Now, I keep changing their length; without
the glue, mind you! And guess what - my Mother loves my hair more than me :)
They will pull them, tangle them, cut them,
Your girls will stick their locks together without a clue.
But dear Mother, don’t bother,
It’s part of growing up. Someday, you’ll love the memories
too.
Use bobby pins, floral bands and satin ribbons,
Hats, scarfs, and your chiffon dupatta too.
Adorn their Braids, be their aid,
These girls want to grow up just like you!
Beautiful ends is a blessing, so let them nurture their
hair,
Put egg packs, give them oil massage, pamper their mane
with shampoo too.
The pretty lasses adore their tresses,
When they grow up, don’t worry, they will have Dove to their Rescue!
This post is a part of the Dove Split End Rescue System's Beautiful Ends to Your Beautiful Braids contest in association with Indiblogger.
The Dove Split End Rescue System has ¼ moisturising milk that nourishes your hair and its breakthrough split-end technology corrects hair damage to give you up to 4x less split-ends.For useful tips on hair care, Dove has compiled the following pages:
so dovey dovey :) all the best.
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I'm glad :))
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my favourite is your picture.. Adorable
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If you like then the jury is going to like it??? I believe you ;)
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Ok I'm kidding. You guys are realllyyyy kind...thanks a ton :D
Good one. Wish you all the best. Let us know when u win.
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DeleteI think I'll need more support if I lose now :))
Such a good post! Loved reading through it...childhood anecdotes, who doesn't adore them :)
ReplyDeleteGood luck, you stand a really good chance!
Thanks a lot, Mahima.
DeleteWhen you are a child you don't know how precious those growing up years are. with memories you can relive the era and feel happy. I wish we took it seriously when elders told us to 'enjoy our time'!
Ur attempts to wool them up and then use chic-lets was terrific..
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Thanks!! Our creativity is so awesome during childhood. I was slightly above average ;)
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great read
Ist Prize from me..no camera..but loads of love..
ReplyDeleteI remember this pic of yours..and most of the haircuts you mentioned ;-)