Torture parlour

I’ve begun dreading the mandatory visit to the local beauty parlour. And its not as if one can do anything about it since you have to be extra careful with scissor-happy females who hold the power to give you a really bad haircut. And make you look like a freak in the flick of a wrist.

Most of the times, I’m always unfortunate enough to get attended upon by an overtly talkative lady who tries to be your new best friend and give you tips on any subject ranging from blackheads to a happy married life. And they have to speak through a bubble gum to make it as worse as possible.

The fellow gossip-starved clients dont help much either. In fact, both of them team up to churn yard after yard of gossip that smothers everyone around and which although is interesting to listen to for a while but may get real bitchy after a point of time.

Another problem is my specs. They ask me to remove my glasses for the hair cut after which I cant make out what the hell’s going on back there. My hairstyle then automatically depends on the one who is cutting them and by the time she finishes her job and asks me to inspect (with my glasses back on), its usually too late to not like whatever she has just done. Another reason for me and blind people to be nice to the hairdresser.

Eyebrow threading is another task I do not care for much and always squirm with pain whenever the lady rips it off with a vengeance that makes me question her sanity. And as if that wasnt bad enough, I once had the lady press up to me so much that I swear, if she had been pregnant, I could have heard the baby’s heart beat.

The beauty parlour has transmorgified into a torture parlour for me where the moment I enter, I am pointed to a seat and a ton of magazines are automatically dumped on me that feature skinny models with glowing skin and really nice hair.

Oh yeah, as if the trip to the torture parlour itself wasnt bad enough.

I’m willing my hair not to grow back on. Or accept the option to look shabby for the rest of my life. Or gift my hairdresser something really expensive.

P.S. I know this post probably wont make much sense to the guys who all they know of the mysterious beauty parlours is the front door and the sign which says - Men not allowed inside. If you thought waiting outside forever for your girl to emerge was bad, let me tell you, being indoors isnt a lot of fun either. At least for me!

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8 Responses to “Torture parlour”


  • Hehe I am not fond of the regular visits to the parlour either. One lady chopped my hair so short and this before an ethnic party in college, I looked like a boy in saree :P . Here in US i am all the more scared…they wax eyebrows, no threading…I have chosen to look shabby rather than subject myself to the pain :D

  • Lolz…Rinchen, I can empathize with you.

    I had grown my hair long & straight all through the past year. Last week’s heat wave saw me asking my hairdresser to shorten it. Now it stands a little below my neck!

    But otherwise I love visits to beauty parlours. One time I did have a freakish experience. It ended up as a post in my blog by the name “The Hounds of the Oldvilles”. :)

  • He he …. dunno if i am allowed to comment on this ‘girly-post’ :)

    I can somehow empathize with u, since I had long hair once upon a time … and its a real headache to maintain. Now that I opted for a junglee style (unshaven face, messed up hair) life is a lot more easy!!!

  • Hillarious but true! Try unisex ones, not that they are painless place to be in but they are certainly free of mindless gossips. I hate the sight where women sit in rows with face packs on, and yet go on non-stop blabbering even at the risk of getting newer lines on their face. And yes, I have seen that men hair-dressers are usually more alert and tend to understand your liking better. Go find one and I am sure you won’t regret! :D

  • I am totally with you girl.

    I once went to the Lakme parlour in our own Kozhikode for a much needed haircut (my mushroom cut was beginning to look more like a coconut tree) and guess what welcomed me?

    A gal who says “I just wanted to let you know that it’s the first time I am putting scissors to hair. So if anything goes wrong, you’ve been warned!”

  • I’m glad I’m not the only one who feels like so :)

    Totally agree with you guys and Sandeep, nice of you to comment on a girly post :D

  • Hi rinchen,
    well now i know. A very hilarious post.

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