Wednesday, March 08, 2006

The curious incident of the broken vase

Shimmy chechi was the most beautiful person in the whole world- at least to me. I'd grown up believing so. I still do. Graceful, pretty, talented- she was to me the perfect woman. Nothing I could ever hope to be.

I'd never stepped foot inside a beauty parlor in all my school years and college except to cut my hair. And that usually happened after my mother made a mess of trying to cut it.

So when chech asked me to go with her to the parlor, I was more than willing. I've spent hours doing things I detest with her- shopping, parlors and what not. Around her things were always different.

So we walked into the parlor and she sat on the revolving chair that makes me think of the dentist.

'Yes mam?' the lady asks.

'I'd like to get my eyebrows trimmed', she says.

They are already perfect. Now I realize what it is to work on perfection. 5 minutes later, they become perfecter.

Looking at her with absolute adoring eyes, I say, 'Wow'. She smiles at me.

Looking at her eyebrows, I ask, 'Chech, do you think I should get mine done?'

If she is surprised, she doesn’t hide it.

'Why not!'

'Do you think they'll look good?'

She's kind enough not to tell me that they'd perhaps look less awful.

'Sure. Am sure they'll look really good.'

It took hours or 10 minutes. People passing outside would have thought they'd passed a labor room. The pain! Excruciating! No, not even the time I fell flat on the ground from the first floor of a house! But well, I was unconscious then.

Wiping away tears that refused to stop, I look at chech.

She should have taken to the stage.

"Oh! They look great."

I smile through my tears.

I am handed a hand mirror.

I hand it back hurriedly. I'd seen enough.

Getting back home, I sit down with an ice pack on my eye.

He-who-should-have-known-better walks in.

"When did you join boxing class?"

I scowl through my tears.

"But what happened?"

That's when I burst into tears. Crying into his shirt, I make irregular stains. I watch the material absorb with alarming rapidity the salty drops. He's horrified by now. Gruesome thoughts flash through his head.

I sniffle.

"Don't you see anything different?"

Apart from the cuts above my eyes and red eyelids, nothing much I guess.

He-who-knows-a-woman says carefully.

"Which parlor did you go to?"

I-who-should-have-known-better reply.

My head on his shoulder and comfortable I hear him say.

"It looks very good. You look nice."

I smile. "Really?"

"Yeah. The facial's made your face brighter."

That's how the vase was broken.
He was responsible for it.
He shouldn't have ducked.

30 Comments:

Blogger Aniyan said...

Cute!
I liked it!
aniyan

8:59 AM  
Blogger Hyde said...

I once asked, "Well, men would know only when women tell them how they feel. How would we know otherwise?"

I was told, "Ask".

What would have happened if he asked her what she did to her face? Tell me honestly.

9:30 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Aniyan: Thank you!

Hyde: DONT you dare repeat what I say mister!!!! Had he asked me, I'd have cried a lil more! Why did I ever let you live that weekend?!

10:18 AM  
Blogger Hyde said...

So that you can kill me another day?

10:37 AM  
Blogger പാപ്പാന്‍‌/mahout said...

I liked the story too. (Probably, you already the perfect eyebrows like Chech, and that is why He-who-is-just-another-regular-guy-like-us did not notice the change?)

11:10 AM  
Blogger ashish said...

haha.. good one.. esp. on Women's Day :)

12:58 PM  
Blogger Sujit said...

wow.. nice one!!///

1:34 PM  
Blogger Sujit said...

wow.. nice one!!///

1:43 PM  
Blogger Lost in trance... said...

How we wish we were telepathy enabled as well! ;)

2:21 PM  
Blogger Dhanya said...

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9:51 PM  
Blogger Dhanya said...

1) I told somebody about a loofah given along with a body wash of lux. he saerched the dictionary for the word, found it and was amazed and dazed about it!

2) How hubbies turn drunkards?
Wives go to parlours on weekends. Bored hubbies go for a peg, which increases depending on the cutting, scraping and shoving hours in the parlour!

Theories spread over wine conversations which makes a whole lot of them laugh!

These MEN, I say!!!

10:00 PM  
Blogger clash said...

What else could he have asked? Ha ha...
Intricacies regarding the attire (embroidery, V-cut, U cut, what not “cut”), eyebrows, spots, discoloration, dark circles, bleach, threading, and those ever oozing tear glands... probably a man’s vision go wider than this which rarely happens with the counterpart.. Sad though :)-

10:31 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Hyde: Now you've become Bond!

Mahout: I really wouldn't say that!

Ashish: I was horrified when I found all the women in office wearing varying shades of pink!

Sujit: Thanks. Twice!

Lost in trance: I'd have liked that!

Dhanya: Cant live with them, can't live without them!

Clash: 'What's wrong?' Foolish is the man who expects a woman to want him to understand the intricacies n labour that goes into looking good.

11:56 PM  
Blogger clash said...

Oh... its always the other way round :)- WYSIWYG

12:32 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

HARHARHARHARHAR!!!
Damn...took this long for some of me to rub on to u!!
good one lass....plzzzzzz keep such posts coming-
Singin' in the rain...

1:23 AM  
Blogger Hyde said...

The name is Hyde. Edward Hyde.

"Hide with the best!"

3:54 AM  
Blogger Sunny said...

I-who-should-have-probably-known-better said: "at least he noticed there was something different abt the face!" [:D]

5:42 AM  
Blogger REVerenD said...

hey new to ur blog...nice posts...keep up the good work!!!

hmm so i guess u did reach shimmy chechi's stage??? or did u giv up eyebrow shaping completely after that???

6:18 AM  
Blogger Kraz Arkin said...

Vases thrown at hard-heads would break anyway, why blame him?

7:20 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Clash: Nah, I don't buy that!

Sharat: One of these days!

Hyde: Yeah- the hide is very thick too!

Sunny: He should've been blind not to!

Reverend: Once you begin, you can't stop!

Kraz: What an insult! Love it!

7:44 AM  
Blogger Shim said...

Ahem....Ninne kondu thottu penne! good post though...

was expecting about the maple leaves duppatta ;)

1:18 AM  
Blogger Xoff said...

brilliant, as always

2:38 AM  
Blogger Arun said...

hehehhehe good one! very nice!

6:16 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Shim chech: Yeah- thats ANOTHER story I should write about!!!

Xoff: Thanks as always! :o)

6:22 AM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Arun: :D

6:22 AM  
Blogger arvindiyer said...

You have a way with words..and this post was no exception...but i guess somewhere down the line, u get tired by the time you complete your posts..the end is always ABRUPT:)

8:21 AM  
Anonymous Prashant Kumar said...

lucky chap, He-who-should-have-known-better (for his alert evasion)... the post was nice and sweet, except for the fact that you had to endure all that pain... but perfection does come with a hefty price tag, ma'am... ask ur chechi :-)

11:29 AM  
Blogger A.G.Sudarshan said...

haha! masth!

also: Ouch!

12:06 PM  
Blogger aks said...

hey love....cute post.... God i cant beleive ....u asked chechu 4 beauty tips..hahaha....pavam u..

11:14 PM  
Blogger Poornima said...

Arvind: They are. But can't help yaar!

Prashant: Chechi is perfect and naturally so!

Sudarshan: Double ouch!

Aks: Oh come on! Neither have you seen anyone as pretty as her!

2:57 AM  

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