Thursday, 24 July 2014

Crowning Glory


She was just back from the parlour and she couldn’t stop admiring her new look in the mirror. She noticed the reflection of her dad, who had just entered her room. He looked unhappy. “I don’t like it. You had such enviable long hair. Why did you get it cut? This doesn’t look good at all,” he mumbled and walked off. Stunned and equally irritated, she looked at her new haircut again. And once again, she liked what she saw. But what is the whole fuss about long hair? That’s a question familiar to many women. A dismissive response would point to a single word, ‘tradition’. But this prejudice may require further exploration, deep into its roots.

Speaking specifically of India, one must begin from the top—the Goddesses. Be it Raja Ravi Varma’s paintings, live action mythological series on television, films based on our epics, or idols in places of worship, any and every depiction of these celestial beauties has always been of one with long, flowing hair. It is a given that portrayal of these supernatural women sporting short hair will be considered inappropriate and blasphemous. Since people tend to see deities as mirror images of their own being and vice-versa, this fixation for long hair becomes obvious. So there is no choice, but to take the Hindi saying literally: Beti toh Lakshmi ka roop hoti hai.

Adding to the convenience of this belief system are legendary folklore and mythical fairytales from other countries. Greek Goddesses, pretty nymphs, and who can forget Rapunzel! Come on, it wasn’t her fault—the nasty witch chopped off her thick, long tresses. And if the Prince could magically get his eyesight back, Rapunzel too would have definitely got all that hair back. For time immemorial, the length of a woman’s hair (they are second to nothing but her looks) has been an important factor for men to find her attractive and beautiful. Why?

Thick and long tresses are a sign of youth and good health. Quite a few men feel that long hair gives to women that one most desired quality they expect to see in women—grace! Swaying long hair seems to be weakening many hearts. Moreover, long hair allows greater scope for styling and beautification. Where else would adornments such as flowers and butterfly clips have found a place? A woman who styles her long hair skilfully is seen as an aesthete. In ancient times, queens and princesses had maids to wash, dry, comb, manage, braid, and decorate their long hair. That is how it became an indication of wealth and prosperity. Also, for centuries, various cultures have proclaimed flowing, gorgeous hair to be symbolic of a woman’s individual sexuality and virginity.

Little wonder then that young men cite long hair as one of the pre-requisites when conjuring up an image of their dream girl. At a sub-conscious level, they may find it easier to mention such requirements as opposed to actually listing out what they are looking for in a woman/partner. The family of such a young man chooses to interpret this feature in a woman as per their own age-old wisdom. A girl who can manage and maintain her long hair well (which is a task) will be adept at managing the family. She is seen as ‘homely’ and she will showcase essential ‘good behaviour’. In contrast is a young girl who has chopped off her long hair—the reason for this is usually presumed to be lack of patience or time to maintain them. So, if she does not have time to look after her own hair, how will she even think of household affairs!

Sociologically, long hair has been/become one of the distinguishing traits for gender identification and discrimination, making it a marker of femininity. Accordingly, women with short hair are assumed to be unfeminine, ‘modern’, and thereby, rebellious. Feminists from differing schools of thought will be most proficient in an unending debate over this. Science tells us that healthy, long hair means a good protein intake. This further means more energy and more brainpower. Could that be why it is deduced that women with long hair will have the ability to handle circumstances coolly and with enough mental strength?

This representation of strength is what advertisers cash in on. A perfect example is the shampoo ad that shows a woman tying her hair to a truck stuck in muck, and then pulling it out. She single-headedly does what a group of men failed to do. The awe and triumph of the female gender is evident on the faces of other women onlookers—both young and old. The only weapon the woman protagonist required to conquer the impossible was her own thick, strong, long hair. Advertising efficiently uses ancient or traditional beliefs to play upon sentiments and continue this cycle of opinions.

Fiction too does not lag behind in reinforcing the partiality for long hair. Television soaps generously and glaringly use wigs and hair extensions for all women characters. ‘Shoulder-length hair is too short and waist-length hair is not long enough’ seems to be their mantra. Women characters with short hair are almost non-existent or, if shown, are depicted to be tomboys.

Princess Diana was an obvious exception to this rule. One can easily call her the epitome of womanly grace. But will she have looked more beautiful and elegant if she had lustrous waist-length hair is a question that will remain unanswered. And till then, short-haired women can only hope that traditionalists keep out of their hair, while their adversaries let their hair down, uninhibited.

Sunday, 15 September 2013

A Writer’s Knightmare!


The only thing a writer can call his or her own are words. And most ofen, these are the verry things a writer cannot call his our her own. But when words start missbehaving, a writer knows its knightmare time! And that is exactly what was hapening to me. It had been a long time since I rote anything. And so, I was loosing touch with a lot of aspecx concerning writing.

My syntax wavering started. Sentenses looked jumbled. I was like that talking also. Parts of speech broked and fell. Soon, framation of sentenses I was also finding difficult. This no good, I thinked.

Mother telled to me that my tenses are wrong. Yeah, right! I’ve been a writer too long for the tenses will be wrong in my English language. Hah! But I only notice—little and small singulars and plural mistake I used to make. Good, mothers doesn’t noticed that, or she would thinks I’m a bad riter.

But there are others who take advantage of won’s situation. Even when you no you are rite, some people fool you to beleive they are right. For egzample: I was typing to my sister on chat won day that I have to do creativ things to keep my brian busy. Nasty girl asks me, “Err… Who is Brian?” As though I don’t know spelings. But I doesn’t feel like blaming my poor little sister also—she’s little bit dislexyc, you no! So anyways, my grammer was ditereorating, but I’m sure it wasn’t as badly as others made it seemed.

Pipal thought I can’t remember vocabulary, for they keeped saying I was mixing up words. They must have thought I’ll become hypo and freak out or something. Obversely, I wasn’t going to by that! Then, they tried there best trick on me. If I repeted something twice, they said I was getting forgetfull also. Yeah right, I’m too young to forget and, like I don’t know I was doing it for emphasis! Yeah right, I’m too young to forget and, like I don’t know I was doing it for emphasis!

So ya, I immerged successfull in the end. And thought I should type my experiyence to help oder writers and say don’t lissen to anywon. Naught even to MS Word’s spellcheck signs and markings. For some reason, my MS Word has marked this hole article with red and bleu and green and red zigzagg lines. Wonder why? I guess it’s time to change my computer. Till then, all you writers keep writting!

Naively yours, SAM!



They say that artists are usually sensitive… To a certain extent, I agree. But my friend SAM, in particular, loves being naïveté personified. Believe me, he does this purposely. I was always sure that he loses more than he gains, each time he wears this garb. And one such revelation from the horse’s mouth just proved it.

He called me up one evening and anxiously told me how his mobile phone bill had shot up to a whopping 4,000 INR. I know very few people whose cellphone bills cross three-figured numbers. Obviously surprised, I asked him what had gone wrong. He explained that he had been watching movies and surfing the net through his phone. Uhuh! And this he did habitually each day during his train journey back home to prove to today’s yo-generation co-passengers that his ‘coolness’ quotient hadn’t died down yet. Brilliant!

The story went like this: A few months ago, the mobile company representative called SAM and informed him about their latest offer – 3G could be activated on his phone free of cost. Completely FREE! Now, we all know what this four-lettered word does to most consumers and clients. Moreover, SAM wanted to be hep and happening like those promoting 3G – this included Junior Bachchan and the all-white ‘egg-headed’ beings that zoozoo-med through mobile activities in a latest 3G ad. Naturally, our man flipped—his enthusiasm levels rose by 100 times. Or should I say, 4,000 times!

The tragedy was that this offer was not to last a lifetime. What the cellphone company did not inform SAM about was that he will soon have to pay up for the by-now ex-free service. And one fine morning, as SAM set eyes on his bill, it was 4 to 6 times the usual. Ouch! Just when I thought that was all there was, he went on to narrate further…and this was the actual story…

“I was such a happy man some years ago!” he exclaimed. Not knowing where exactly this ‘poor-me’ conversation was going, I decided to be supportive. He continued, “Some years ago, this girl came to office from this cellphone company… She was such a sweet girl!” Feeling lost by this tangential adulatory statement, I probed further. So, SAM had a pre-paid billing system years ago, when this incident occurred. The “sweet girl” informed him of new postpaid billing schemes and requested him to switch to postpaid billing. He gave in to her ‘sweet’ request almost instantly. Since then, his bills started showing a higher three-figure amount, which, of course, recently got promoted to a four-figure number, all thanks to 3G. With that, he ended the story of how his bill inflated over the years.

But something didn’t quite add up. Knowing that he was hiding something, I asked, “Why did you listen to that girl? Just because…she was sweet?” “Aah, that!” he said, “Those days, I had slightly long, curly hair.” Great! First, a free offer… then, a “sweet girl”… and now, “curly hair”…! Couldn’t have been more bizarre! Confused, I listened to him quietly… “She looked at me and smiled... I’m telling you, she was such a sweet girl!... Then, she said, ‘You look exactly like Sachin Tendulkar!’… That was it!”

(Silence!)

For a second, and only for a second, I was stunned by the height of his self-forced naïveté. And then I couldn’t stop laughing. I don’t really know about him resembling Sachin Tendulkar, but by telling SAM the two looked alike to get him to sign up for a new billing system, the “sweet girl” was the one who had emerged as the Master Blaster. A fine stroke, she’d hit a straight six!