Saturday, December 12

I've got Lal Bal, Pal !

Breaking News!!

I streaked my hair... Had them streaked at a parlour I mean... (It's also called highlighting, for those who don't know.) Which means I now have strands of red hair (not the fire-van red, it's a maroonish kinda tinge,similar to this font color) on my crown (that's the top portion of the head). It ain't done as abundantly as I'd planned, but no sweat - I'm happy! :-)

Somehow any kinda beauty/body therapy makes me feel nice. (
Proves I'm a woman, eh?!) Be it the last time I had a massage at Four Fountains Spa over a year ago, or the facial I had at Urvashi beauty parlor about 2 years ago, or the time I decided to crop my hair and return to my bouncy-hair look a couple of months ago... Giving yourself a makeover rocks, and pampering your body and soul sure makes one feel divine. We deserve it, ladies! Can't keep waiting and expecting men to make us feel good all the time!! Not to mention, your hopes are shattered half the time...

Well, the last time I colored my hair was about 2 years ago, a day before my M.A. Statistics paper. My friends were stunned coz they had less than enough time to study the rules and formulas of Stats while I jauntily strutted about with burgundy
(coffee-shade) locks. This happens the first time I've colored my hair reddish, though I've contemplated it several times, and I'm hoping it continues to look good (to me and on me) after the initial novelty fades :-D

Amen.

Waise I am a very simple girl... And I feel all the more frugal when I see women around me dressing up for work everyday. (How will lining and kohl-ing your eyes and painting your lips help you be efficient and effective at tele-calling?) Of course, I tend to go overboard with my minimalism; even for parties, all I do is apply some earthy-colored lipstick and I'm all set, even as my gal-buddies blow-dry and iron their hair, paint their barn with foundation and rouge, color their eyes in dazzling blues and pinks, and outline their glossy lips. Whew! Each to their own; I inherited my no-nonsense-no-makeup attitude from my mum. But well, she is an angel to look at, whereas I could do with some help...

Anywaysssssssss...

While the hairdresser was Loreal-ing my tresses, I glanced through the numerous issues of Femina, Filmfare and other mags stacked on the counter. I read Sallu's cool-dude comments on his paintings and his hostility towards Shahrukh, I checked out fashion scares Mithun-da and Sonam Kapoor, and I read gossip about Hrithik and Barbara (Kites), Shahid and Amrita Rao (I thought she was going to get married and happily quit acting), etc.

I set hands on a Woman's Era magazine (November issue, I think), and staring at me out of the front cover were the words - HOW TO GET YOUR MAN TO TALK (or something to that effect.)

For ages I have been pondering over this very subject - why men gel so well and chat for hours with their buddies and colleagues and neighbors and roomies, but recoil every time their wife/girlfriend asks them to "talk" to her.

So, this article seemed God-sent, and I glanced through the words I've murmured a million times : Why men consider monosyllabic replies and grunts as perfect conjugal conversations, why they find nothing wrong in reading the newspaper as their disgruntled lady makes their chai / coffee in the kitchen, why a women's expression of her feelings or need to resolve relationship problems bores and irritates and annoys them, and so on and so forth.

Of course, the article did not answer these queries in anything more than a gender differences way; the usual "genders are wired differently" solution. However, reading the statements there assured me that I am not the only one who broods over these topics. The writer went on to relate how you can get a man to talk... And these ways are : just sit with him quietly (ahem!) and observe/understand as he goes about his tasks and activities, ask him about cars/bikes/politics/sports/gadgets or anything else that he's passionate about, avoid talking about his family, and the sort.

Nothing akin to rocket science, and all quite do-able, but my question is HOW LONG? You can do something a few times, and it's not unnatural to expect that the other person will also go a little out of the way to ease things...
Taali ek haath se nahi bajti dost! You can rave on and on about gender differences and not head anywhere, and you can both understand and try to make things wonderful... Not impossible, right?!!

Anywayssss... The deal is I'm waiting for the admission results of Kellogg, Michigan State Uni (Broad), and NYU Stern with tremendous hope and faith. Not including Texas Austin Uni in this list coz they have told me they can do nothing about my application until I submit TOEFL scores. Hoga kaha se? Maine exam hi nahi di hai! First available date is Jan 31st, 2010... And if I get a Kellogg admit before that... Hee haa haa haa!! Khallaaaasss...

Baaki toh attending weddings and functions. Most people from my school and college and office and apartment and family circle are getting married. Good for them. Not good for me coz I hate these family dos. Compound it with the fact that there are horny old men lurking about and trying to grab a handful of you as they stare at your boobs and talk about stupid things. Grrr... It's all I can do to stop myself from slapping them... And then when some woman comes and starts inquiring about your profession as if she is planning to propose a billion-dollar business deal...

Time out.

Happy weekend!

-Princess

4 comments:

Junius said...

mmm...interesting...

ani_aset said...

Lal i got but whats Bal Pal for :D
neways heres tons of luck for your admission :)

Lonely Princess said...

How u doin, Junius? Long time...

@ Ani - how can people be so dense?!! Lal-Bal-Pal were/are the most famous trio in Indian history. Here, I've used the pun to say I've got red (Lal) hair (Bal) buddy (Pal)... Jali tube-light??

Cheerio!
Anuja

ani_aset said...

hahaha awesome it was :)