Oh, that’s just the breeze,
they told me-
When I flickered in fear
at all the leaves around;
He can do nothing to you,
As my flames danced
Sorrowfully to a stranger’s tune;
That’s just a lamp,
they told me-
it can do nothing to
who you are, the eternal;
Even as borrowed oil
fed me yesterday’s dreams
Soot-soiled, I was but a
doppelganger to what was true.
They laughed at me
When I cried, my tears were lost
like dewdrops in a desert
Or the music in a soul;
They said it was all nothing,
Nothing to worry about-
Indeed nothing at all, my flame is gone-
Nor will I cry any more.
I admit, the glitz and glamour attract me. Pictures of hot models, slick hairstyles..ah! Life at its best. I see all that and enter, feeling totally good about myself, my “beautification” guaranteed, after all,I had just forgotten my vow to myself, that of never entering a beauty parlour ever again!
Now brews trouble.
“How may I help you?”
Help is not the word, dear, it is condescension. In any case,
“I am looking for a haircut. Just a haircut.”
“Of course Ma’am. Are you looking for a change in style?”
So far, so good.
I am taken to a plush recliner for a hair wash. My back sinks in. I relax, ready to be pampered. As the shampoo soaks, eyes closed, I hear a voice,
“Your hair is so rough Ma’am, do you want to try one of our hair packs?”
I appreciate your business acumen love, but did you really have to burst my bubble that way?
The voice continues, ” And an exfoliation for the whiteheads on your face.”
Yes, its the whiteheads now, after the blackheads. Wonder how they exfoliate redheads?
“The pollution has wreaked havoc on your skin. The pores are all clogged. Would you like a facial?”
Of course. Pollution. Lack of care. Clogged pores. Wonder why I never seem to find anything wrong when I get dressed each morning?
“Um.. no. JUST a haircut.”
I don’t feel all that good now. Was it just me or do all beauty salons work hard to rob you of all good feelings about your hair/skin/body? It would be so nice to have a parlour with some lovely quotes on beauty all over .. and a lady who says, “Wow, such beautiful skin, ma’am. I’d definitely recommend a facial to retain this glow!” would win my heart any day rather than the one who circles and labels my pimples like an anatomy diagram! Perhaps its vanity.. or that I am easily flattered, but hey, I would leave the place feeling on top of the world! Isn’t that what beauty is all about,ultimately?
Sigh, I vow, for the umpteenth time, to never step into another beauty salon again!