Beery Tales
We
sometimes spend too much time indulging in a particular interest, so much so
that it is generally disapproved of by others, and though we are not considered
eccentrics, yet the indulgence yields little to us. Such an excess is termed as
a 'fetish'. Women often have a fetish for something that relates distinctly to
their feminism. A fetish ranges from something optionally tiring, like
cleanliness, to something apparently splendid and impressive, like
housekeeping, and then something typically crazy like beauty, personal
grooming, fitness and then women often have that characteristic obsession for
clothes, accessories and jewelry. I, myself, most shyly admit to having a
fetish for beautiful hair! I strongly believe that great hair compliments a
woman's looks more than all the adornments that she may try.
I
am inherently blessed with voluminous, dark tresses that, at the moment, seem
to be en voyage to losing their glorious sheen. My erstwhile youthful years,
coupled with a stress free life, and not to miss the adequate climatic
conditions of the region that I once lived in, contributed immensely to my
flaunting a healthy mane. I took little efforts to earn the admiring and
envious glances of women not endowed with as lustrous a crown. Over the years
as the biological clock ticked on and I trailed my husband to the Middle East,
I soon realised that the desalinated water in the region for domestic use and
personal care, became the strongest enemy of my hair. Within weeks of my
arrival here, the tress, in open rebellion, began to part with the rest of my
physical self. I started losing hair in tufts. Thereon began the ongoing agony
of bidding a continual farewell to something I had once proudly possessed.
My
rounds of Dubai, the city that I happily settled down in, led me to discover
that hair treatment salon and parlors galore here. Numerous hair treatments
exist, most of which I learnt upon my arrival here. Pharmacies and stores do a
thrift business not just with skin care products but the ones for hair care, as
well. The leading brands in treatment products for smoother and stronger hair,
across the world find their way into stores and professional salons here. While
shampoos and conditioners are one of the very basic, intrinsic hair care
products, there exists a long list of names in specialist items like keratin
wax, chocolate wax, mousse, masks, souffles, cream, sprays, serums, hot oil
treatments, the very strange 'snake oil' and numerous other potions, some of
which until now had been alien to me. I started to loosen my purse strings on
buying anything and everything that promised to restore the lost glory to my
hair that had by now reduced to frazzled frizzes.
I
started visiting parlors for different hair treatments that were spoken of as
tried and tested therapies. Not to mention the various home remedies that
followed at the behest of concerned friends, well-wishers and wellbeing
magazines. I patiently waited for the desired results, yet nothing majorly
helped. I felt horrible and helpless! It seemed as though every day was a bad
hair day in the literal sense of the term.
Friends
and acquaintances shared similar stories of follicular disasters and 'hairy
tales' were told at many a parties and get togethers. I would often be an
intent listener to all such tales. It was on one of these occasions that a friend suggested the use of flattened beer as a final rinse for hair. I had
known about this home remedy as a great tool for softening the mane but had
never tried it, probably because the lingering smell of beer somehow failed to
ensnare me into using it. Smelling good is always a top priority for women, and
the reek of stale beer, I was sure would be an outright declivity to one's
femininity. But, in order to tame my tresses, it was time to get them boozed!
I found myself desperately giving in, although with little
expectation. Hesitantly, I carried a can of flattened beer to the shower the
very next day. The beverage had never caught up with my preference of drinks,
and so it felt weird carrying beer to the shower. After the elementary round of
shampoo and conditioning, I finally rinsed the frizziness with beer and stepped
out of the shower, only to acquire the disapproval of my children, who
disdainfully said that I smelt foul ! To my utter dismay they tried to stay
away from me. It surely did not feel right having these little ones get sniffy.
That being a Saturday afternoon, I tried to distract them by taking them out on
their promised trip to the beach where the air felt refreshing.
Wrapped
in an eternal cycle of unrelenting chore, I hurriedly blow dried my hair, all
the while expectant of some miracle, as an end result. And this day was one
when my silent prayers seemed to be getting answered, for what I arrived at was
mind blowing, absolutely astounding! The instant feeling of softness in my hair
amazed me, like never before. I had not felt like this in all these months. I
could see lustrous strands of black and they appeared incredible. The silky
feeling made me run my fingers through the new softness constantly, and I felt
almost tipsy with joy. I just could not believe that an ordinary, most commonly
found ingredient had done something extraordinary. I began punching the air in
delight, even as the fresh, satiny fluff on my head kicked around in self-glorification.
I could feel the kick, the high, call it what you may. Seldom do I share such
episodes and experiences with my husband, to whom they probably appear out
right absurd and rather vain.
Thus,
without any knowledge of the triumphant conclusion that I had arrived at, he
walked merrily on the beach, along with the kids. I followed them, still soaked
in the delight of my new grand slam. With a spring in my steps, I caught up
with him. The cool air on the beach blew against our faces and gently lifted my
feathery, shiny locks. As the tantalising aroma of beer in my hair wafted
towards my 'beer bellied' husband, I felt him come close to me, his face
nuzzling into my hair. I was insanely amazed. The beer had not just worked; it
had worked wonders! Something that large amounts of delicate creams, rich
serums, refreshing gels or sumptuous fragrances had failed to bring about, this
ordinary, smelly beer had. My fetish did not go in vain. A can of beer is now a
regular sight in my bathroom. The use and the hangover persists!
Ha its funny that it worked with beer. I have frizzled hair too with split ends. The color of my hair has faded into grey (not that I'm very old, I'm still in my gracious 30s). But I am sure its all the chemicals and toxins in the shampoos that caused it. I will opt for any natural treatment which currently is henna for the grey areas. I still haven't figured out what to do with the frizzles yet but hopefully some natural totka will work....
ReplyDeleteTry flattened beer...if nothing much, they may at least be less frazzled in the inebriated state ;)
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