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Story of Few Unwanted Hairs

Story of Few Unwanted Hairs
Story of Few Unwanted Hairs

I love photos. Love watching them, love clicking them and love being in them(only when I am looking awesome). Point being, I love Photos.

Now, what did a photo has to do with Unwanted Hairs?

Well, long story short, I was watching wedding photos of a friend. She was looking damn beautiful! On this note, why do every girl look so beautiful on her wedding day? Why not everyday can be a wedding day, as long as looks are concerned. :O

Coming back, she was looking beautiful in each of her photograph. I was admiring her each posture, her smile, her dress, venue, flowers, everything was so beautiful. Beautiful, until I saw long black and very visible hairs on her hand. (yup, only hand). She was sitting with a flower bouquet in her hand, those long hairy arms, suddenly an image of a hairy male (Anil Kapoor to be precise) popped in my mind with a wedding dress and a flower bouquet in his hand. The girl who was looking so beautiful to me, suddenly she was not. Am I that shallow? 😦

Β Story of Few Unwanted Hairs

I am generally not. I don’t judge people based on their looks, dress or size n shape (except when we are talking about their brain size). I started questioning myself, why is this bothering me too much? What’s wrong with having hairs on your legs or arms (going no further)? Why do we women torture ourselves (I actually feel pampered when I do so) to get a clean waxed look? Is it just for looking good to others? What is the need to have waxed legs, even when you are not showing them?

Story of Few Unwanted Hairs
Story of Few Unwanted Hairs

Maybe, some of us ladies won’t get so bothered about it. I know men would do. They would prefer a female who is clean, waxed and not at all hairy (That’s my perception of males :P). So, do we wax ourselves for the opposite sex? Maybe. But, is it the only reason?

Story of Few Unwanted Hairs
Story of Few Unwanted Hairs

Thinking of it, it’s kind of ritual now for females to go for a full bikini wax just before their wedding. All know the reason. πŸ˜› Then why didn’t my friend did so. Was she trying to make a statement? Or was she too busy that she totally forgot about it. Or it doesn’t matter to her at all. :O

Story of Few Unwanted Hairs
Story of Few Unwanted Hairs

Maybe, it’s all three, or maybe none. Well, for me I can say that I prefer a clean and waxed look, but it’s because I like it that way. Body hairs feels dirty and unhygienic to me. Maybe hairs on someone’s hand do not contribute much towards unhygienic mess, but it’s my pick to be hair free. Frankly speaking, underarms hairs disgust me more. Have seen some ladies with hairy sweaty armpits in gym, and it’s gross. Really gross. Female or Male long underarm hairs are a complete no no. But still, it’s a personal choice and should always be. So, it should not bother me if someone else has a different belief. Well, lesson learned. (self talk helps πŸ™‚ )

Story of Few Unwanted Hairs
Story of Few Unwanted Hairs

I saw those pics again, and this time, it didn’t bother me. Not at all. She was looking beautiful with a broad and confident smile on her face. πŸ™‚

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Long/Short story of my new Haircut

Long/Short story of my new Haircut
Me before haircut
Long/Short story of my new Haircut
After the Haircut

(My before and after moment)

I love my hair. Every girl do. But, I love them as long as they are manageable. Manageable in my dictionary means one brush here, one brush there and you are done. Someday I comb only when I am going out. No, I am not that busy, I am just toooooo Lazy. (here, I have said it. Happy now.)

It was almost five to six months back, when I had my last haircut. You know that itchy feeling (not itchy – itchy, but, ohh forget it, I don’t have the right word to explain it), feeling when you know that you need a cut but your hair still look okay to others. Others in this case is my hubby. So, I was nagging him for the past month, that I needed a haircut, let’s go to a hair salon. And, he was always, like, hmm okay. Will go. But, I keep on hearing this β€œwill go” for a month. Poor me 😦

I used to think of me as the laziest person on earth (My mom would have agreed with that too), but since I have met my hubby, I have moved down to second position. He is β€œThe Laziest” person I have seen, unless he has to go to gym. If you want to take himΒ  somewhere, you have to coax him by saying, we will stop by the gym, do some exercise and then we will go to the desired place. Even than he will ask you, how much time in gym?

You must be thinking, why I didn’t went on my own. I could have, I know the way to salon, I have the car, knew driving, could have also managed with kids, but, and the big but is that, who would I have blamed on, in case something goes wrong with the cut. In case, I didn’t liked it, I could have said, β€œyou bring me here, it’s your fault”. Yeah, we wives can blame anything on our husband. One time I even blamed him for the weather. β€œIt’s raining, because you don’t want to go out.” So, typical of me. J

I kept on bugging him (I don’t nag much πŸ™‚ usually ). But, as he was also trying very hard to save his number one title of The Laziest person, he didn’t take me. :O

So, there I was, standing in front of my mirror, with a scissor in my hand, some different sizes combs and one hand mirror. There I was, all set. Where to start from? Took the scissor and cut a small bunch, then another, and then one more cut, and then it was fun. Yup, I enjoyed it. Going through my hairs, layer by layer, trying to see what will look good, better then good, or bad…. and after around ten minutes, I was done. Phew!!

Had a look at myself, front mirror then the hand mirror, back and front, side ways. Hmmn. Not bad. Like it. Then I look down. Ohh crap. Who will clean this mess? Whole floor was covered with hairs. Thank god, kids were asleep, otherwise it would have been a whole lot messier. So, it took me ten minutes to cut my hair and another thirty minutes to clean everything.

Interesting was my hubby’s reaction to my new haircut. I was waiting by the glass window, saw him park his car, and I rushed to mirror(not door πŸ˜› ). Combed again, looked again and again. Good. Opened the door.

Five minutes passed, then ten. Now, his tea is also finished. I am still waiting, trying very hard to wave my hair, all my fingers running through my hairs. (very stupid thing to do without wind). Finally….

Me: notice something different?

He: hmm….. (trying very hard while looking at me)

Me: I cut my hair. (with a big grin)

He: oh yes, that’s what I was thinking about. You are looking very good. Since yesterday, I wanted to say this to you. You are really looking very good.

Me: but, I cut my hair, today. 😦

He: hmm….. you are looking really very good.