Me & My latest...... Haircut !!

Growing up in Bongaigaon was not so easy, It is a small town with continuously disturbed society. Disturbance due to terrorism created by Bodo militants. Aah, it affected us a lot, our studies and personality development both. I was a lot shy about myself, I cud not speak up, First time I had participated in a debate, I ran away after introduction, though I had prepared a lot... Until a Sanskrit Shlok Competition, I had the stage-fear. now, I can't stop laughing when I think of those old school days, Lol. hmmmmm,
Since my birth, we were living in a Big big joint family where even my Grandpa's siblings were living with their children and grandchildren... and all they use to do was planning and plotting of probable divide of the huge Property, very disgusting indeed. It was very complicated being there and was affecting us as kid so Papa decided to move out and we moved to our own house li'l later.
Being a daughter-in-law of that big grand family, My Mom hardly got time for herself or for us, she used to do everything from cooking, cleaning to manage cows. She never argued on the fact that she never did such things before. She was complete tomboy during her student life, used to be a badminton champ of her college.
To save time, she used to keep my hairs short, like my brothers, and I also loved it. In high school I thought of keeping my hairs li'l longer and li'l girlish... and I changed. Hair and Makeup has been so personal decision since then that I can't imagine asking for permission or for money for both... Even when I was getting married, I wanted to continue working, because being dependent has been my nightmare... And whatever money I earned I used to spend lovingly on getting hair-cuts or buying my fav Brown Lipstick. Haircut has always been pleasurable for me, but not for Manish.... he can't know the diff before or after haircut (I hate that but Love him).... On being told that Hey I got an Haircut, his usual answer is, "was that required?", LOL
Till I was working getting an Haircut was not a problem but when I came here in Munich, the problem arose. There're 2-3 hair salons in my area and I checked the rates its around Euros 40 (around INR 2500).... My first reaction was 'OMG!!' , I admit I am a spendthrift but I never ever spent Manish' hard earned money on my personal care.... that had been my personal promise, its not that Manish don't want me to... He keeps forcing me, but It was my personal decision I took before marriage...
So After discovering the rates and considering the fact that I am at home mostly, I gave it a skip. Unlike in Mumbai, my hairs grew faster here due to no-pollution and such a lovely weather. By Sohum's first b'day, My hair was lengthiest of my life.... and became little unbearable for me.... Juggling baby-care and chores, and in between cooking, most of the time I was folding and clipping my hair, which I feel is so irritating...
Few days after Sohum's b'day, I cut his hairs short... and I wished for someone who cud do mine... and then I decided to try it out........... MYSELF !!!!!
In so many rounds of Hair Salons, what I remember mostly was the partition they used to do for cutting hairs and I thought I'll try, and in case it fails, I'll get it correct at the salon nearby.
So One tuesday afternoon, I shampooed my hair nicely and divided it in 4 partition, 2 behind and 2 front. After clipping all, I started cutting the hairs backside.... somehow I cud manage them to look equal. cutting front hair was easy then... I just combed it over my face, and holding by hand I cut it along my chin, and later on checked and made the lengths equal.... Dried it and set it... Not looking bad though, Am happy, feeling light and free, and also am surprised that Manish still thinks it was not required, hmmmmm, watsay??

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