Bounce, Bounce
I was sick and tired of hearing umpteen comments about my “birds nest”. Things literally had gotten to a head, so I decided to take the plunge. After taking recommendations from all and sundry, the people who had made all those disparaging comments, I made myself an appointment with Bounce-the “Style Spa” on Lavelle road, a whole week in advance –no less.
Come Saturday and I presented myself at the said spa with my best nervous smile and hoping against hope I was going to land safely on my two feet and not my head once I was done with this little adventure.
The spa was very futuristic looking- all purple, black and white. Tubes and tubes of colors (I am assuming these were hair colors) lined what looked like clotheslines hung across mirrors. Well, the stylists have to be conjuring artists I guess; what with some of the material that they get to work with and transform into stunners. The stylists themselves sported hairdos that would have put the actors of Star Wars to shame. I know, I know, this is the generation gap at work.
I perched myself on the nearest stool while I waited for my stylist-Kajol-(the actress of DDLJ has a lot to do with getting this pronunciation of the name popular, whatever happened to the Kajals of yore?)- to attend to me. I looked with interest at the teenage expatriate sitting next to me. She had her head stuck into a dryer and there were spurts of steam issuing from it at regular intervals. Boy, was she paying through her nose to get her head boiled?
Finally Kajol turned up, stuck a languid pose and running a finger though my hair, announced, “You have curly hair. (Tell me something I didn’t know), very dry and with dandruff to boot.” While I cringed hoping against hope that she would not announce that I had lice next, she continued, “You have thick hair (that’s a good thing right?) so we are going to thin it at the bottom and add volume at the top.” That was fine, just that I heard the exact opposite being told to the woman behind me. Ah, now i get it!! The whole point of getting your hair “styled” is that everyone ends up looking the same and you pay through your nose for the priviledge.
All said and done, after being made to sit still for a good hour, I had my hair transformed (my friends would beg to differ). Wishful thinking I know, but would it look like this when I got back home and didn’t have an hour to fuss with it?
The day after my 1000 buck haircut: My hair looks great. It looks exactly the same whether I comb it or not. Sometimes, just sometimes, life sure is perfect!!
Come Saturday and I presented myself at the said spa with my best nervous smile and hoping against hope I was going to land safely on my two feet and not my head once I was done with this little adventure.
The spa was very futuristic looking- all purple, black and white. Tubes and tubes of colors (I am assuming these were hair colors) lined what looked like clotheslines hung across mirrors. Well, the stylists have to be conjuring artists I guess; what with some of the material that they get to work with and transform into stunners. The stylists themselves sported hairdos that would have put the actors of Star Wars to shame. I know, I know, this is the generation gap at work.
I perched myself on the nearest stool while I waited for my stylist-Kajol-(the actress of DDLJ has a lot to do with getting this pronunciation of the name popular, whatever happened to the Kajals of yore?)- to attend to me. I looked with interest at the teenage expatriate sitting next to me. She had her head stuck into a dryer and there were spurts of steam issuing from it at regular intervals. Boy, was she paying through her nose to get her head boiled?
Finally Kajol turned up, stuck a languid pose and running a finger though my hair, announced, “You have curly hair. (Tell me something I didn’t know), very dry and with dandruff to boot.” While I cringed hoping against hope that she would not announce that I had lice next, she continued, “You have thick hair (that’s a good thing right?) so we are going to thin it at the bottom and add volume at the top.” That was fine, just that I heard the exact opposite being told to the woman behind me. Ah, now i get it!! The whole point of getting your hair “styled” is that everyone ends up looking the same and you pay through your nose for the priviledge.
All said and done, after being made to sit still for a good hour, I had my hair transformed (my friends would beg to differ). Wishful thinking I know, but would it look like this when I got back home and didn’t have an hour to fuss with it?
The day after my 1000 buck haircut: My hair looks great. It looks exactly the same whether I comb it or not. Sometimes, just sometimes, life sure is perfect!!
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