What do we know Beckham for? While most of the people will say, Football, the rest of the most will say his daring hairstyles.
Have you ever wondered how much a hair cut makes a difference in how you feel and how people feel about you? Actually it does matter a lot and that is why majority of people spend a lot of time sporting a hairstyle, spend a lot of money getting one that will get them a ‘Cut’ above the rest.
I have also been sporting a hairstyle for last 7 months, and its still evolving. Don’t get shocked, I am growing my hair long. So out of excitement I though I will share some of the nice experiences I have had, some of the reactions I get from people. It’s like they love me for my long hair.
The best thing is that people remember/recognize you. All the dukan walas, galla walas, chai walas know me around the area I stay, the rickshaw wallas get into a fight to take me where I want to go, people come telling me that they stay in the same area I do and what not.
Although, many people give you such compliments as a petrol station worker told me ‘I like it’ while he filled fuel in my bike, well believe it he said it in English, there are very weird looks I get, especially from people who have grown up daughters and the society I stay in. People on the road have literally laughed their hearts out looking at me, kids, youngsters, mummies, daddies, dadajis and dadijis all have had their part of fun at my expense.
Not that I don’t like the attention, I do, but sometimes it’s a little too much. But then I think to myself, it’s nice to know that I can make people laugh without making any special effort.
All this and what not just because I have long hair. Well, not anyone’s fault. My hair is no less. It grows in a weird curly manner, overshadows my entire body, I look like a bush in my own shadow with curly furls at the top and a slim, sleek trunk till the bottom. I tell myself, in consolation, that I will make a good caricature if drawn, but otherwise too I look like one.
“Maggie” is what people have named me. Once my colleague told me a joke. He said, if you were stuck on an island, with no food, what will you do? I took a long pause, seriously thought of a good answer and said; well I will survive on nature. He looked disappointed, and then finally said it; you can eat your hair Maggie, and shared another hearty laugh with others sitting along. So much for just the mention that they look like Maggie. Amazing!!!
But the truth is that I am also in love with my hair. No matter how they grow, no matter how much they fall and what not, it just feels so nice when you walk on the road and they go all flairy with wind blowing across your face. Walk jauntly and they move with the rhythm of your steps.
I can go on and on with what I feel for them. So I think I am gonna stop here. Will jot down more of the experiences as and when I feel like, will wait till the time they have grown more. Till then, keep loving your hair, for those who have grown them, and for those who haven’t, be jealous.
