An embarrassing blunder that breaks a social convention of some kind. Things don’t always go the way we’d like. Sometimes, by a stroke of bad luck, things go wrong. You usually don’t know-don’t care till of course something happens to you!
I’ve always prided myself on the fact that I’m among the non-fussy lot of the human race, an aspiring star sans ‘star-ke-nakhrey’. So I didn’t mind who shaped my eyebrows or who cut my hair, till of course something went terribly wrong! So here I am, stuck with one arched eyebrow and one rounded one!! Even though I was furious with the culprit, I saw no point in throwing too much of a fit and left the place without tipping the parlour woman; besides looking like a clown!
‘Star ke nakhrey’ are extremely important. There’s a reason stars are particular about the way they are projected, the way their make-up looks or whom they trust with their haircuts. It’s their job to look good, and a warped eyebrow, a weird haircut or (god forbid) cosmetic surgery gone wrong can cost them their careers!
I’ve had hair cuts gone wrong ending up with what looked like an elongated mushroom cut ; hair colour gone wrong with a D-I-Y kit, resulting in not-so-funky orange hair, and even hair styling gone wrong ending up with a burnt lock of zig-zag hair.
One very debatable beauty ritual in India is bleaching! The fact that often eludes my dear bleachers is that it doesn't make the hair go away or hide it on our complexion really. It just makes it gleam in the sun a whole lot more ! A friend of mine once told her beautician “acchey se bleach karna! aaj mera birthday hai” Big blunder! The blend turned out too strong, burning a patch of her skin. Yikes!
That being the tale about Goldy Locks, I was definitely the 'wicked wolf' throughout my childhood, with terribly thick eyebrows and a bounty of body hair. My eyebrow shaping ritual began rather early, in the 7th standard, when everyone in class kept staring at my face wondering what’s different. Even waxing was the need of the hour, especially during my summer swimming camp when I could see my arm hair under water, swimming along with me…
My eyebrow saga is not a patch on a friend who had one eyebrow chopped in half and countered it by chopping the other side too. Result — a gaping gap in the middle of his forehead and laughs for life for his friends ! The one thing I owe to yoga and meditation is that I’m much more aware of myself. I recently happened to watch my older anchor links and realised how naïve I was! I didn’t know what I was doing and wasn’t particular about the way I wanted to project myself cause I didn’t know any better! Time for some starry tantrums...