Well ,remember when we were kids , father or any male member of the family accompanied or rather we accompanied to get a haircut. Oh I still remember the chair way too high with an adjustable neck rest!!!You just need to sit there and the barber shall chop off your hair in the one and only haircut "the boy cut".....You would not even know if any other style exist in the world. Wait....wait , how can I forget the father of all haircuts !!!! Any guesses guys???? Absolutely!!! Bald.... Come summer and almost every other child is spotting this style!!!!
When you grow older you are made to believe that we have grown special and Beauty parlour is your only destination. No more handling by men. The first time I felt that I grew old was when I first went to a beauty Parlour!!!! It feels so special. Now you get a new partner, it is your own mother. She instructs the beautician to give you a particular cut and you suddenly feel like a princes. At least you have achieved the attention of a person!!! You even get your hair styled with a dryer!!! Oh ! Let me tell you a secret , the first time I got a little scared that it will burn my neck!!! But get to understand gradually that beauty comes with a price ladies!!!
But still it makes you happier!!! You get to see bigger girls getting pampered and you make youself believe that such luxury are not far away and you shall surely lead a princess life in the near future.
But as you know as fashion comes back after sometime so does some practices. The only difference is its approach or motive.
I grew increacingly purtubed by the idea of unisex salon. Now who the hell needs them??? I don't understand there purpose at all,seriously. Can't girls cut girl's hair or a boy a boy's??? And why in a single
place????
Every place is turning itself into a pleasure giving industry. Of Course you all understand what kind of pleasure I am talking about!!!
How I badly miss those days of innocence when everything was so pleasant. A word had only one meaning and there used to be simple emotions.
World had turned into a complex place and so are we. Time cannot be moved back and we can only be nostalgic....
When you grow older you are made to believe that we have grown special and Beauty parlour is your only destination. No more handling by men. The first time I felt that I grew old was when I first went to a beauty Parlour!!!! It feels so special. Now you get a new partner, it is your own mother. She instructs the beautician to give you a particular cut and you suddenly feel like a princes. At least you have achieved the attention of a person!!! You even get your hair styled with a dryer!!! Oh ! Let me tell you a secret , the first time I got a little scared that it will burn my neck!!! But get to understand gradually that beauty comes with a price ladies!!!
But still it makes you happier!!! You get to see bigger girls getting pampered and you make youself believe that such luxury are not far away and you shall surely lead a princess life in the near future.
But as you know as fashion comes back after sometime so does some practices. The only difference is its approach or motive.
I grew increacingly purtubed by the idea of unisex salon. Now who the hell needs them??? I don't understand there purpose at all,seriously. Can't girls cut girl's hair or a boy a boy's??? And why in a single
place????
Every place is turning itself into a pleasure giving industry. Of Course you all understand what kind of pleasure I am talking about!!!
How I badly miss those days of innocence when everything was so pleasant. A word had only one meaning and there used to be simple emotions.
World had turned into a complex place and so are we. Time cannot be moved back and we can only be nostalgic....
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