I like to go to beauty parlours. But always get a churn in my stomach as I step into one. sounds wierd? but yes! When I was kid, I was always taken to the Salon by my dad. let me elaborate - it is not a beauty salon but the usual 'Babu's Salon for Men' where dad will have his hair cut; where all the unnecessary pictures will be kept hanging; where lot of magazines will be available to pass time! fair enough!? As I started growing, I refused to go to *that* salon as I know the reality. Dad was also happy that I can have my hair grown. At this point, let me brief about my hairstyle... When I was a baby/kid I had curly, dense and uncontrollable bunch of hairs that resembled like Puttaparti SaiBaba's (ahem ahem). In fact, I was happy that I was the only one to resemble the Holy one's hair until I saw Premananda. err.... why to compare myself with others, let us move on. You try to comb my hair, you have high chances of losing... the comb. so to get rid of it, I was taken to Tirupathi for 3 times. and then the Babu's shop helped me to have short hair so that frequent combing is not necessary. Of course I remember Babu's dad, the hair-cut specialist would give a sigh whenever he looks at me and would go for a 'dhammu' (fag) and tea as soon as he finishes cutting my hair. somehow the baba style hair got reduced and the wider look as it used to be was reduced and thanks to mom for her trials on my hair on several oils, starting from home made coconut oil (that would stink like anything. because dad never minds to include rotten coconut, 'hey it is just an oil to be applied for hair and not gonna eat' and other spices to let your hair grow. sounds contradicting to each other, right?) to kesavardhini (whatta smell!! not sure if you still get this sweet looking-smelling thing). Mom was tired of combing and plaiting my hair because it was so thick that mom's hand will start aching after few minutes. she would give herself a pause every now and then Things are like this with me, and my school would insist on having a plait tied with ribbon, my foot! but mom braved it by regularly doing it for me. and successfully my hair started growing downwards also. when I was around the age of 10, got frustrated with all this combing-bombing things. and there was this advertisement for a drink called bonymix. In that there was a small girl who had a bob cut (should you say bauf cut?) and I was sooooooo fascinated by it. In fact the fascination for me was that, *if* I had such short hair, I didnt have to comb my hair every day! whoa!!!! so started nagging my parents for a cute bob cut like that. after so much of pushing and nagging, my dad half mindedly agreed for a bob cut just because I was young enough and that my hair surely will grow later so that it wont be a problem for my marriage!! whatta vision! my dad suggested Babu's shop and I stricly said a NO. During that time the beauty parlours and all were not so popular like today and was slowly picking up the business. I suggested that I could get my hair cut in a parlour. But we were staying in a remote place (Velachery was of course a remote place then!!) and did not know a proper parlour to visit in the city. so I had to wait for a long time. Meanwhile I started blurting out my idea of having a cute hair cut to my friends - 3 of us close enough, doing ALL kind of pranks possible while a larger set (10 to 15 of them) were in the adjacent streets. the other 2 also got excited and started nagging their parents for having their hair cut. goodness me, i never expected when one of them came with a small hair, having an hair band and looking sweet. Though I praised her, I was broken inside totally. To my shock, the next week the other one also came with a smaller hair. This time I got irritated. And then the subsequent weeks.. you see ALL the small girls in my area were having their hair cut ****except me**** Of course it was *my idea* after all!! and they were all comparing their hair styles with each other "hey... Ramya.. you have had a boy-cut!! but we all are having bob-cuts" "hey... Meera.. your hair band is cute" and all! I was yelling at my mom and poor she enquired for parlour and FINALLY I was taken to a parlour in Mylapore. That was my first visit to a proper parlour. Though I went there bravely, the minute i sat in a chair, i felt like running away. i didnt want someone to cut my hair. as i said earlier, my stomach started churning. i got very nervous by looking at these chinese-like looking girls. why are they doing it to me, i was silently shouting inside. but 'tchak tchak' the scissors played around and I had my attachment being cut down in small moon shapes. I looked at my mom. she was literally crying!!! Like movies, without any bg music, i was beaming with pride as i turned around my cute neatly made hair. As I remember, I have ALWAYS gone for a hair cut only and not promoted myself to the other services, so far. Let me brief you in part 2!!