This is my first ever blog and having way too many topics to choose from, I have decided to first write about my latest weird day of hair cut after oh so many years of only trimming.
It was last Friday. Week-end. Perfect day to enjoy, relax and have maximum fun at the same time.
Our Mom decided to take my lil' sis and me to the Beauty Parlor for our hair was well....beginning to touch the floor....though it was not that long...so we decided to go in the evening since we had our relatives come home to meet us. Every friday we have a family get-together, since we are not from here, and we have left our home for studies and work.
Finally, the time had come to chop my locks. My lil' sis was as happy as a lark, and me...well...I loved my hair and not only me but everyone loved my hair at school, they would play with my long, silky black hair and some lil' friend of mine would even fight just to plat my hair, even though they themselves had beautiful hair.
So, with both enthusiasm about my new hair look and sadness for the loss of my hair, I went to the parlor.
Few days back had searched a lot for the Hair Donation in Dubai, but unfortunately, found none. I really wanted to donate my hair at www.locksoflove.com for the cancer patients, but we had to ship it and I had very less time.
And that friday morning, my sister and I, had searched for different hair cuts, we don't get to cut our hair that often, coz it takes a long time to grow, obviously.
Finally, I pushed my sister to have her hair cut first, coz her hair was already short while my was a bit too long and it would take a lot of time.
She pulled me instead, with a look of an elder sister, I told her to go first, and she did!
While her hair was being cut, Mom told her friend who works at that Parlor to do my eyebrows/ threading as well. Since it was my first time, I hesitated, coz it was perfect the way it was, but still I wanted to do it, so she took a light thread and started to pull...and boy...did that hurt....as she pulled each one of my strongly held brows together, I let out a small scream and a cry. It hurt!!! Then when she finally put swabs of chilled water, it felt like Heaven, then she changed to the other side of my eye and the pain continued till I saw myself in the mirror and said, ''hmm...not bad!" I had smile all over, because it was my first time that's what the aunt said.
Her hair was done and the ladies at the parlor thought she looked like Chinese, as we Nepalese look similar.
So, it was my turn, I hesitated a bit, for I had that hair for a longer time and could make any hair style I wanted in different school functions, that was one plus point for having a long hair.
The lady told me to stand as my hair was long and we both had the same height, so it was difficult for her to cut, so I did as she said.
She started! I stood as stiff as a thief caught off-guard. Though I couldn't see my hair dropped down locks by locks, but I could hear the sharp "zhirp, zhirp' of a scissor that had comb like tooth as well or vice versa, so she would only need to brush my hair little by little and the ends would be cut in the style that I had wanted.
But the more she did the brush-cutting, I could feel my hair being pulled as well that made my skull vibrate each time she would pull it by her scissor of some sort. I could feel a shock kind of feeling to my brain. And worse...I could hair my skull and my hair...it sounded like a worried passenger zipping and un-zipping his suitcase just to see if he hadn't forgotten anything important (zirrrrp...zirrrrp..zirrrrrpppp).
That hurt a lot. But they say, beauty is pain! And what is pain? It's awful.
So, I was still standing as I watched the ever revolving hands of the clock move..showing me that I am patience for standing at the same place, feeling that zip-shock of the scissor, I was glad indeed, as I watched a movie reflected on the mirror from a T.V that stuck way on top of the wall behind me.
The new owner came as well, who must have been in her late 30's, who was dressed well for a religious ceremony as she mentions, also in need of a new hair style.
I see her and wave at her. She sits in front of me looking at her own reflection in the mirror.
Another half an hour goes by, Mom is doing her pedicure and she orders food for us.
The food arrives--a mini-veg burger for me and chicken burger for my sis and fruit juice for Mom.
I feel the hunger-manager of my stomach begging me to increase its' green French salary, but what could I do? The lady was still cutting my hair, so I just stand there feeling the pangs of hunger, while my sis eats...and she comes to the rescue and feeds me some French Fries.
At two fries, I some what feel tired and sickly, and my legs starts getting numb, I still stand there and think probably it's because I am not wearing my glasses and it will go away sooner, little did I know, there's a lot more than that.
Ten minutes later, when she tells me to move a bit, all I could see was darkness...it was getting darker and fuzzier, I held her hand, and told her that I might be fainting. And I was.
I told her that I need to sit down. Everyone there looks alarm as I feel weaker and weaker, unable to control my body.
So, I sat and had my head lie down and Mom tells me to look straight, all the other ladies ask me if I was alright, and what was the matter...I could hear every word they were saying and I had the answer, but I couldn't speak. So I tell them that I want to lie down.
And they take me to the message room where an hour ago a lady had taken a massage (they cleaned it, hopefullY), so I lie down, they switch on the A.C and fan of the entire room, one of the lady brought cold vicks and rubbed it on my face and neck and my Mom's friend brought cold water and rubbed it on my feet. My Mom still panicked, told me to lie down and relax and brought me food.
As I was lying down, I heard the owner said that I must have fainted because I had been standing there for a long while and it was hot as well, and she tells others to give me some thing sweet, I smile within, and felt special when everyone cared so much.
I rested there for a while, and finally woke up, and again Mom told me to take few more minutes rest. Others said that I was weak, I agreed coz then I remembered I had a small breakfast in the morning and nothing in the afternoon.
Finally, woke up and ate my Veg- Burger and fries and drank sweet lassie, got back my energy!
The lady called me to continue cutting my hair and this time she told me to sit down, and so happily I agreed and sat down while she started zhirpping of my hair.
It was all done, I saw my long locks of hair all over the area under my chair, saying goodbye.
Went home ten minutes later when our brothers came to pick us up, and told them what had happened, and they were all surprised that people can faint from hair cut.
While leaving, it hit me again, I would be breaking news at their home, after they are done with their work, they would say '' Do you know one of our customer fainted today?", and so a whole new topic for different families would begin with my hair cut of the day.
Later at home, we told all our aunts who had come, and they felt sorry and as I like to investigate this unusual 'Fainting at Hair Cut' mystery.
The Victim of Faintness was me and the suspects that I found out were less food- I didn't eat anything in the afternoon, and I had gone to sleep early without having dinner the other night, plus because of the standing for an hour and a half and that scissor that whenever the lady would brush my hair, it would pull the tips of my hair stuck in my head way harder, which sent the electrical or chemical shock to be brain, making me weaker and weaker and see fuzzy darkness.
Now, it's done, I look and feel great, except a bit hungry. Peace out \/
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