My experiments with beauty!

Do you like looking beautiful? Who wouldn't, right? I try to remember since when i have been visiting my beautician- ahem...it sounds time immemorial! I started the easiest and economical thing growing teens do- threading my eyebrows. The first time i finished threading, the poor beautician was sweating and swearing. She might have thought- Why such fuss for a simple threading? For those who have "enjoyed" the swivel chair, while threading, the positions how you place your fingers holding the eyebrows and the fast snip of thread can still mean "terror". Mark my words, the first time you thread is sure a nightmare, you end up with puffed eyelids and brows reminding you of the Caveman's better half.

Mother used to frighten me saying bleaching and facial treatment would leave my skin wrinkled and dry. To compensate the dryness ( my skin was absolutely ok, even oily!), i tried every trick i could read as beauty tips. Stuffs you could have never imagined- honey, multani mitti, papaya paste, ground custard apple, neem, sandal wood paste, saffron, milk cream, i tried everything under the sun before my first bleach experience. Again, it was a pre-planned disaster, planned and executed by my beautician. She suggested i try some herbal bleach as i was a first timer. I almost shrieked in horror looking at my caked face on the parlor's mirror! And the worst part came when the parlor assistant tried to steam my face. Whaaaaaaaaaat? I looked at the apparatus in dismay- fumes were rising like a miniature volcano from it. Should i put my face over there? I look incredulously at my friend who took me to the parlor. Oh, you are altready half way down to becoming Aishwarya Rai, i said to myself and continued my ordeal. The next step was scrapping the black heads from my nose using that odd-looking needle and there ended my patience. Who wanted a la Aishwarya? I just wanted to get up and run away from that swivel chair as fast as my legs would carry!

As years passed by, i loved the visit to my beautician, i got some quality time to myself, snoring away with the face pack on, with curious onlookers peering! Pampering oneself at the cost of a poor man's wallet ( the menfolk of the house, who else?) was doing great to boost my battered female ego. See, i was avenging the men of the house who never give me my personal space and time... My monthly visit to the parlor was the most heatedly debated issue at home, by hook or crook, i won all arguments FOR a parlor visit. I experimented a lot with my poor hair- perming, then straightening, again ironing, rebonding and finally when so little hair was left in the scalp, i gave up! Now i really don't know what hairstyle i sport and sincerely oil my hair everyday. I end up with so much oil on my face everyday, guys who manage to look at me must think- Does she pour all her monthly ration of oil in her hair, a single day? 

Then came the Mother of all Beauty Tricks- Slimming Clinics. I watched with my mouth wide open when the beautician explained how she could reduce 10 kgs of fat in 10 days by slimming. Diet and regular sittings- a kg loss cost a thousand bucks! Oh well, why not give a try, i thought. But worldly wise this time over, i decided to lie low and watch what happened to sister-in-law who enrolled in a slimming session. She lost 10 kgs in 10 sittings and i was awe-struck! I was thunder struck when sis in law gained 20 kgs immediately after the sessions were over. Thank you dear God, you saved my husband's hard earned 10000 bucks! Tired of all experimenting, all i do these days is to visit parlors for an eyebrow threading, bleach, facial and a good afternoon siesta once a month. It is the same herbal bleach and pack every time, how much ever that woman in the parlor tries to convince me...I am sick of all New looks! Does this mean I am getting old? Old or young, all i feel is I AM BEAUTIFUL!!!