Vain...Pain...Gain...mmm!!!!
Today I went to the beauty parlour to get my eyebrows done. For me, getting the eyebrows done is almost like extracting the tooth. I postpone going to the dentist and also to the beauty saloon for eyebrows. But I have to go because whenever I look at myself in the mirror in my office restroom, I feel little sick in my stomach looking at the awkwardly grown eyebrows giving a shabby appearance.
We have a new handsome guy on the floor. Is this not a reason enough to get my eyebrows done? Yes! I have to get it done.
While when the beautician was carelessly plucking the tiny hair from the delicate skin of the upper part of the eyes and least bothered about saliva sparingly showered when she moves her mouth holding a twin thread twined which snaps the hair, forward and backward. And hell you cannot wipe it as your hands are occupied to hold the skin around the eyebrows tight to aid the careless beautician. The little drops of saliva is better than the fatal pain if u happen to loosen the skin just to wipe the slimy thing off. By the time she gives you a minute break to do the other eyebrow, it would not be much useful to wipe it off, as it would have dried .oh grouch!
As I went through the misery of getting my eyebrows done, I happen to remember one of the male chauvinstic statements. Men seem to eagerly defend their amorous staring at the vital organs of a woman body, by shouting at the roof tops that women dress up provacatively to attract and as a humble soul, would not like to dissapoint the ladies and end up appreciating.
Well I agree we dress up to look good and we do enjoy the stares as long as they remain quite artful. But the matter of dispute is why guys do not look at our eyebrows when we go through the horrendous pain to look good. Why their humility and appreciation devoted only to the bosom and the tush. Is their appreciation of beauty merely sexual? I have never heard a guy who has complimented on eyebrows. Agree they do glorify the eyes and smile. But isn’t something sexual hidden below these compliments even. In truth, they only gape at the curves of the lips, colour of the lips and when you happen to catch them staring incautiously (Men are naive. Forgive them.) at the lips and raise your cleanly twitched eyebrows, they very cunningly compliment you on the smile.They will put themselves to sleep with the images of bosom, tush and the curves of the lips. For the eyes, they like to carry the image of the same as they have a tendency to misconstrue the indifferent look in her eyes for adoration.
Ouch! The f&$%ing careless beautician! Plucked it hard! And she says sorry right on my face, her stinking breath gushing into my nose. They should follow some business ethics. One of those is not to have onions and garlics when you have to do the eyebrows. Bad business. But I cannot ignore the fact that she does a good job with my eyebrows. And I have to bear her showers and bad breath. Am I vain? Well as long as Iam looking good, I donot give a damn.
As I kick start my good old bike and turn to go home, my lips curve into a smile at the thought of encountering the new handsome guy wearing his tight jean that complements his sexy tush.la..la…la screa……..ch! Does he have a mush! Who cares?