Troubled Tresses

A girl walks into college, a group of friends give her dirty looks and whisper among themselves, “why doesn’t anyone tell her?”. She walks into her classroom and her professor suddenly stops what he’s doing, looks at her, crinkles his nose and thinks to himself, “why doesn’t anyone tell her?”. The girl sits alone and dejected at the foot of a staircase and wonders about everyone’s reactions when suddenly, a voice above says, “Do you know what everyone wants to tell you? Your hair stinks! Use XYZ Perfume for Hair and see the difference!”.  “Guaranteed to leave your hair smelling like fresh daisies, XYZ hair perfume will ensure that the next time you step into college, the college stud will be hanging on your arm.”

This is an advertisement I saw on TV last night. Yes, perfume for hair. Whoever thought of that! Like there weren’t enough products for hair already, some genius now invented hair perfume!

In the earlier days, people used just two things- coconut oil and shikakai.  But in the present world, it’s just impossible to keep track of the number of products available which all promise to leave your hair shiny, silky, long, black, dandruff-free, voluminous, frizz-free and what not.

Let’s start with hair oil. It’s “obviously” not enough to use just plain old Parachute Coconut oil anymore. The rage these days are herbal oils, jasmine-scented oil, amla-infused oil, almond oil and even olive hair oil! And then there’s the “thanda thanda” range of oils too, which leave you feeling calm and cool-headed.

Next is the whole wide world of shampoos. When I was a kid, there was just one shampoo bottle at home that everyone would use. But as I started growing up, the TV and magazines convinced me that everyone’s hair is different and different hair needs different shampoo! From getting rid of dandruff (disclaimer: visible flakes only), to reducing hair fall (disclaimer: hair fall due to breakage only), shampoos can now seemingly do anything! Aishwarya Rai said L’Oreal Total Repair would solve five problems and would make your hair stronger and silkier. Since I like Mrs Rai, I actually spent Rs150 on the said shampoo and used it religiously for a few months. Result? No result. My hair was the same, absolutely the same.

Ok, so it’s not enough to shampoo your hair. You HAVE to condition it. Each shampoo comes along with its specific type of conditioner. To go a step further, the beauticians at the hair salon will tell you that your hair requires deep-conditioning. “See madam, it is so rough and dry. I think you should go for the hair spa. We will do head massage and then give deep conditioning treatment. It’s only 800Rs madam. You do it every week and see the difference!” Hmmm... 800 rupees every week? I don’t think so. Not even if I win a lottery.

Your hair, regardless of what condition it is in, also requires a leave-in conditioner. You can pay exorbitant prices for 100ml of a magical potion (which I think is just pure H2O in a fancy bottle) that claim to leave your hair strands as soft as a newborn’s.

While previously coloring or dyeing of hair was only for those at the onset of middle age, now everyone has to color their hair. There are loads of shades available with names like “Cherry Mahogany”, “Electric Blue”, “Flaming Red” and “Ebony Black”, among others. When my dad’s hair started graying, my sister told him very strictly not to use Godrej Hair Powder; “Daddy, even Ajji and Ajja don’t use Godrej, how can you? You have to use Garnier!”. Dad blissfully ignored her and simply let his hair go gray.

There’s yet another territory filled with hair mousses and hair gels. Hair mousse for the ladies, gel for the men. Many guy friends spend ages in front of a mirror, gel in one hand, and comb in another. And mousse? I thought it was something only ramp models used, until I went for a friend’s wedding recently and saw her beautician apply copious amounts of it onto my friend’s unsuspecting head.

There is also a whole planet out there of devices for hair care such as curlers, straighteners, irons, tongs, ordinary dryers, blow dryers, two-in-ones and multi purpose stylers. And then there are devices for daily use, like wide-toothed comb, fine-toothed comb and brush. 

With all this and more, poor hair! After years and years of continuous product overuse, it’s no wonder that your hair refuses to cooperate with you. You end of losing hair strands in hundreds and then a doctor will advise you to get yet another product, hair growth serum! They tell you to apply this two times a day for the rest of your life and all your hair worries will stop! Yeah, right.

Sigh. One head, so many products, such a HUGE business. Where does one draw the line?

Driving On

Consider the following math problem:

SRK left office at 7:15 pm by bus. She reached her house at 10:05 pm. If her house is 26
km away from her office, what is the rate at which her bus was travelling?

I don’t really want to know the answer to that question, but that is exactly what happened to me on Thursday evening. A journey that usually takes me 1.5 hours, took me almost 3 hours! We were stuck in one area, in fact on one road, for one whole hour. I can crib about the rain playing havoc, the water logging all over the city, the inefficiency of the traffic police, the lack of proper drainage and the fact that the city hasn’t been planned well enough to face such a situation. But this post is not about that. This one is to appreciate.

While the 40 odd people in the bus complained over the phone to family and friends and eventually dozed off, there was one person on that bus who had to remain alert for the entire three hours. He couldn’t chat on his phone, nor look outside the window and dream, nor close his eyes and take a nap. He had to constantly shift his foot from the accelerator to the brake, keep changing gears, keep a steady eye on the vehicles around him and inattentiveness was not an option for him. I’m talking about the bus driver.

We all can complain about having to work for nine hours and about how stressful our jobs are. But what about him? He has to be on the roads of this city all day, and even till night there is absolutely no respite for him. Imagine the stress on the man! He has to handle such a huge bus, on that uncomfortable seat and manage all the controls. He has to keep an eye on the trees that could get uprooted, the other vehicles that are honking away to glory and the pedestrians (and cows) on the road. He has to take the bus as close as possible to the footpath and stop whenever a passenger wants to alight. He has to fight the auto rickshaw drivers who try to overtake the bus and with the policemen who stop him. He has to be wary of the bikers trying to crawl through around him. Even one second of being neglectful on his part could lead to an accident. He is responsible for all the people who are seated in his bus. He also has a family and a home waiting for him. And not to forget, he only earns a fraction of most of us do.

I definitely think he deserves a holiday today. When I thanked him before getting down at my stop, there wasn’t a bit of fatigue on his face. He was still as chirpy as he was when we started off from office. To all the drivers who face such situations every day, hats off to you! Keep up the wonderful work. These heroes truly ought to be commended!

The Times of Today

It is 6:00 in the morning, your alarm rings and you’re up. You open the main door and probably bring in the packets of milk and then pick up the paper and glance at the headlines. Do they make you smile or leave you worried?

The last time I remember being happy after reading the main headline was the day after India won the cricket world cup. It made me very proud indeed. Do you remember any good news that was published after that?

The front page talks about the haphazard state of politics in the country or which minister made how many crores in the latest scam. If it’s not this, then it is about the latest round of shootings and bombings in yet another unstable city of the world.

The local news talks about rising water shortage, little kids being mauled by stray dogs, old ladies being mugged in broad daylight, young couples succumbing to the mounting pressures of today and the case of another lady being harmed by a taxi driver on her way back from work.

The international section is no better. There are articles about attacks based on racism, students terrorizing their schools with guns and talented youngsters found dead due to drug abuse. Have you seen what else passes of as “news”? There will be some obscure university in some obscure city making statements like “People who drink coffee while standing on their head are able to drive faster than people who do not”. Or some scientists will discover the world’s tiniest elephant or largest housefly and tell us how it is such a wonderful finding.

The finance bit  should surely how some sign of progress, no? No. Sky high debts faced by the world’s superpower countries and the inflation rates that are just spiralling upwards can depress you enough to take a day off from work.

The sports segment is pretty bad too. Great icons are caught red-handed in scandals of varying degrees and upcoming athletes are stuck in doping controversies. Whatever happened to sportsmanship and the spirit of the game?

The most colourful and apparently entertaining part of the newspaper is the tabloid. Every day it is adorned with pictures of a new semi-clad diva proclaiming that she’s still waiting for the right script. The last page has a bunch of celebs declaring that they’re dating one another’s exes and yet are a part of one big happy family!

When young kids start reading, parents let them start with the newspaper. In schools, teachers further encourage reading the papers as a good habit. But what are children learning really? Why should all our days start with so much negativity?

There is a silver lining though. Reading the comics may bring a smile to your face. Once in a while, there will be a well written piece in the editorials which can actually make you think. At times, there will be an article about an auto driver who took pains to return a forgotten bag to his customer. There is news about a teenager who risked his life to save a younger child from a burning vehicle. There will be a middle aged professional who gave up her job to start a school or a shelter for under privileged children. There are educational supplements which discuss new upcoming fields of study. 

If only the papers had more of such heartening news every day, people would start their days happier.

If only people were happier, maybe there wouldn't be such disturbing news.

If only the world was a better place!

Sanskrithi Diaries Part 4 - The End

By our third year at college, our seniors bade us farewell and the responsibility of carrying Sanskrithi’s legacy was in the hands of our batch.  We really missed their guidance, their dedication to the team, their jokes and their presence during our rehearsals. We “wrote” a special song for our seniors, about humaara parivaar Sanskrithi  and gave them a little performance on this!

It was time for us to conduct auditions and we got a brilliant team of juniors. We trained them in our signature Dashavataar, along with other dances like Ramayana, Trimurthi and the Fusion dance.

We, along with the juniors, continued these dances at competitions and the awards kept pouring in. But we realized that we had to do something different.

With our juniors, in the new avataar

Along with our juniors, we hired a professional choreographer in our final year. The first lady we hired didn’t appreciate any of the work we had done so far and taught us her version of Contemporary Dance. I’ve forgotten the steps, but I can remember all of us doing her exercises, which included rolling on the floor and jumping and lifting each other and a lot of acrobatic stuff that we were not used to!

Within a week or so, we had had enough of this and replaced her with another choreographer. That’s when we learnt “Kshatriya Dharma”. We were going to perform that during AtmaTrisha but due to the rain, our performance was cancelled. The team did perform it at a few fests later, but it failed to evoke the kind of magic that Dashavataar did.

Soon our juniors learnt a few more dances and Sanskrithi was again back in form. Kudos to them for keeping it up, continuing the winning streak and for getting wonderful opportunities to perform in India and all over the world! J

I’m sure that all of you have your own memories of our team too... feel free to share them here :)

Sanskrithi Diaries Part 3 - The competitions

I’ve lost count of the number of competitions we went for, but here are a few “special” ones that I remember.

I’m sure that my batch mates remember this one: We got a chance to perform at a college (no names!) in Bangalore, and although we were initially skeptical, we did eventually go there. It had unfortunately rained that evening, and the (carpeted) stage where we had to perform was a MESS. The carpet smelt bad, the stage was slippery and the audience…well, they were the most enthusiastic crowd we had ever performed before! As we went on with our Dashavataar, the people in the audience cheered and hooted crazily. Some guys in the audience even took of their shirts and started copying our steps! After we finished our dance, we didn’t even wait for the results! We just left from there immediately, amidst the cat calls and the comments passed our way! (any one remember the guy singing “Hey Paro”?!)

Another incident that makes me laugh even now is when we performed at some college which was situated very far from the city. But as our luck would have it, it started raining very heavily, and leaving from that college became very difficult! Anyways, so we packed our costumes, props, make-up etc. and thought we would wait for the rain to subside and then leave. But we suddenly remembered that we hadn’t taken permission to return late to hostel, and we had to get back ASAP. Three of the girls had bikes with them that day, so six of us went on the bikes to the main road, thinking we could get autos there. We went on and on but not a single auto driver was willing to take us! It was raining heavily, there were strong cold winds, we had all the big bags, we were sitting on the bikes and it was getting closer to our hostel curfew! Finally, we got an auto and three of us got in, while the biker girls went back to pick up those who were waiting in the college! I think it was Sahana, Arya and me in the auto, along with some of the bags and a laptop. That auto ride was memorable indeed! We were feeling very cold and there was a lot of traffic, trees had fallen onto the roads and vehicles had just stopped moving, and all this while we were worried about getting late to hostel! We somehow managed to reach till the Rajarajeshwari Arch when our auto stopped, due to all the water logging! Then we managed to get another auto and jumped from this one into that. To keep ourselves warm, I think the three of us started singing in the auto :D We managed to reach hostel just in time, and the other girls who were on the bikes also came soon enough. I don’t remember if we won that competition or not, but for me, it was truly unforgettable!

Remember the competition at PESSE? We gave our best and performed quite well, and were happy with our second prize…until we got to know why we didn’t come first! I’m not going disclose the details, but in short, some “transactions” took place and once we realized what had happened, we were shocked!

After the first few competitions, our routine was quite standard. Rashmi would collect costumes and props from Prasiddhi, we would take permission from hostel, go to the fest, get ready in ten minutes, wait in line for Sushma and Sahana to do our make-up, perform Dashavataar, collect the prize and return! :D

 

Okay, we didn't look exactly like this...but we were close!