Showing posts with label Dove. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dove. Show all posts

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Love the #DovePlay














What is the biggest strength for a girl? I know few would say, her smile, or confidence..so on and so forth. What if I'd say her beautiful tresses which she can flaunt? That's where my strength lies. Surprisingly it is my weakness as well. I want to flaunt my hair, play with them, but I am afraid. Caring about my precious locks and the thought of damaging them, makes me go weak in my legs.

I inherited wavy and thick hair from my Bengali parents. I had been possessive about my hair since childhood and was encouraged by my mom to lengthen them. Looking at other girl of my school, I wanted to style my hair. Since my mom did not let me shorten my hair, I would often end up experimenting with my wavy locks at some friend's place. At times I would cut fringes which was popularly known as "Sadhna Cut" or would play with razor cut. However, I could not leave my hair open because my hair texture wasn't smooth and straight. It was my biggest disappointment. For any girl who wants to leave her hair open, needs good shiny and strong hair. Isn't it? And that did not happen for two reasons- The hereditary waves in my hair and environmental stressors like pollution, weather etc.

I would love to play with my hair like I did in childhood. Straight at times, a french pony at times, some day fringes and one day color them! However, I could not grow my locks more than shoulder length because of the weak structure. On my hairdresser's advise I wanted to get my hair cut in layers. Haircut boosts you mentally, but when you can't flaunt them,  you find it totally pointless!

Often I would braid my hair or tie them in a bun, especially during an overnight stay at friend's place, because its embarrassing to see your strands of hair on bed, bathroom, floor, and everywhere. Come on, at girls night out, you are supposed to let your hair down and not tied in a bun! But who really understands the pain of having rough, dry hair?

The idea of pressing my hair and then coloring them struck me once. I got my hair pressed but ended up with split ends and losing more hair than the remaining ones on my head. That hurts! Looking at the rough strands and breakage, I grew paranoid of coloring my hair hence. What if they break post applying those dyes and chemicals? The fear of losing more hair held me back from playing with colors on my hair. sob sob. So, be it an attractive burgundy or amber brown, they scare me more and attract me less.

The only accessory for my hair is a clutch-er, that holds my locks together.
While wet look was an "in" thing some time back, I gave it a try. Wet look makes you look sexy and fresh. I applied gel to acquire that look. My hair turned brittle and could not resist breakage. I crave for that wet look, even today. But I am paranoid of hair sprays and gels that might damage my hair of what's left now.
My hair breakage had become so prominent that I had to consult a doctor to confirm if my body lacks iron! With so many shampoos and conditioners available in the market, irrespective their claim of being gentle and chemical free, the thought of dry,damaged hair and losing them soon, stops me from using them.

This blog post is a part of the Indiblogger #DovePlay contest http://www.indiblogger.in/topic.php?topic=105
The video seems to answer that how girls want to play with their hair. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rebjJcnactk 

Friday, December 13, 2013

Together, a beautiful "We"

On the highs and lows together
I knew you when our friendship was so raw,
we shared the same skipping rope,
hung on to the same sea-saw.
The memories still brew fresh in my mind,
when we left others behind,
in our notorious pranks on our neighbors
and we loved our life's spicy juicy flavors!






Partners in crime scolded together
You stole money from your dad's wallet and bought ice creams for both of us,
which your parents came to know and created a lot of fuss,
I shared the scolding with you as we were partners in crime,
our bonding grew stronger which was never to sublime.

"Sisters"? our new teacher asked us on the first day to school,
"Yes" you replied with a smile on your face,
and since then in our lovely bonding,
ego had no space.

My mum made sure to buy anything double,
one for you, and  another for me,
because you and I together made a beautiful WE.
I smile when I look at the doll that you gave me on my 8th birthday,
I remember how I had treasured it,
never gave it to anybody to play.

secrets well guarded
Those little chits that we passed in our classroom,
fills me with nostalgia now, as I remember
how for our poor classwork we were reprimanded,
and how those secrets remained between us so well guarded.

Our late night conversation and gossip sessions,
together our homework and swimming lessons,
just brought out our best in us,
I had many friends, but none like you,
who made my life bright and beautiful too.

I cried when a kid pushed me on the playground,
You always lent me a shoulder
you pushed her on my behalf and turned the world around,
you lent me your shoulder when I cried,
and stayed there with me till my tears dried.

I grew dependent on you for almost everything,
including my mood swings and solution to my problems,
you patiently counselled me to be a calm person,
and so well handled all my tantrums.

No, I was not a spoiled child at all,
it was just that while growing up there was not a single day I did not see you,
it was you who understood my condition whatever I went through.

The thought of parting with you was a nightmare,
but someday that would happen, you were aware.
My heart skipped a beat, to know you will be far from me,
but you consoled me each second with your words
saying "Distance does not matter, together we still make a beautiful we"

Friends forever
We were inseparable since childhood,
till the day you left to a different city for higher studies,
we were torn physically apart,
yet the best buddies.

Poem dedicated to my childhood and best friend Namita, who is in Australia now, leading a happy married life. I love you Namita and feel blessed to have you as my best friend. Could not write more lines on you as my eyes just brimmed up,
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