My first title-less post! (Ashamed)

Okay, I'll own up to it. And I can't believe what I'm about to do. Well, I couldn't believe what I was about to do when I was about to do it....... God, I'm more confused myself. I got my chest and legs waxed. Period.
I don't know how people are going to perceive me from now on, but I took it quite well, the pain I mean... in quite a pansy way, though. I again went to my only neighbourhood salon, Cleopatra and asked if they did it for men. They answered in the affirmative, but on enquiring further, they told me they did not have any male practitioners. Surprised, I decided to give it a try anyway.

The change came in me when I went to a party last Saturday night and saw my love interest looking at the shaved/naturally smooth, built bodies dancing around. Okay, I'm overstating the "looking" part, but I only thought to myself, if I don't try it now, I might never find out what hours at the gym has fetched me so far, if anything at all. And since Cleopatra was giving me 5 sessions for the payment of 3, my not-so-good business mind stopped working then and there.

The session began with my chest. And so did my 'ooh's and 'aaahh's. I knew it would be painful, but never thought the definition of "painful" would have to be so vast, not to forget, the burning sensation after each pull. "Ladko ko kya problem hai, ladkiya to aaraam se karwa leti hain",(What is it with Men, Women take it so easily) , They ended soon only to tell me the person who does the lower body was unavailable, which meant I had to come back again the next day and go through the gruelling session yet another time.

Day 2: With rashes all over my chest, I went to get a few more of them, this time on my legs. My Economics teacher from School(we called him 'Chattu', for his surname was Chatterji and we hated him, Happy Teachers' Day, Sir!) while explaining the definition of 'Utility' once asked us why we had to pay the barber for giving him our own hair strands. Similar was the case with me, just that I was exchanging hair strands for bumps all over my skin; very generous, yours lovingly, Cleopatra!!

The lower areas were more painful than the thigh portion, and this time, maybe due to a different practitioner, it wasn't that painful. And soon I figured, if done correctly, waxing isn't that bad an experience. And the fact that I had to come back again, to use up the 4 remaining sessions ofcourse, I was satisfied, my future with Cleopatra won't be so bleak. Now, 24 hours after waxing my legs, the rashes have subsided over the chest, my legs are still burning, I smell more of Lacto-calamine, moving naked around the house and every time my love interest calls for meeting up, I give some dumb excuse to not risk being seen this way.

So much for true love!

My first mard-ko-dard-nahi-hota Pedicure

Translation: My first boys-don't-cry Pedicure
On 23rd evening, I was in two minds: whether to think of Bubu's present(it was his birthday next day and I had not decided on what I was going to gift him yet) or to get myself a pedicure.
Remembering how my professor once explained of losing her toe nail to bacteria (or maybe fungus, don't remember) after dirt got stuck inside the nail for a long time, I decided to give myself a nice cleaning up.

I called up my neighbourhood spa, Cleopatra(Ah, what name!) and asked if they could accommodate me in their busy schedule. They agreed. Sylvia (name changed to protect identity) attended me to a plush chair with a wash basin on the floor. I'd be honest, it wasn't my first time, but since my last pedicure was way before the Nuclear deal had surfaced the news channels, I found myself re-virginised to the entire experience.

The procedure began with the usual nail clipping and then something to do with a thing she named a filer.
Quite erry, I decided to use my "This' my first time, please be a bit gentle" line, she obliged saying something in a chinky accent I didn't quite understand(I'm not racist, its just the way the mongoloids speak). She repeated again, this time more clearly, "Sir, you have in-grown nails, it might cause you some discomfort cleaning the interiors", and she started digging in. Now, being from the adam's family, one has to keep his calm and act as if nothing can give you enough pain to make you cry like a blonde lady, or so has been taught to us by the society since childhood. So I kept myself appearing normal, which was more excruciating than the pain itself.

She finally ended her excavation with a cream, cuticle removing and hot water dip, later followed by a foot massage and surprisingly, it did take away all the tension off my feet. They looked fresh and smelled great, which my dog appreciated too, by licking them all over!!
With my nails still feeling like I just clipped them, even after 3 days since that agonising pedicure happened, I have pledged to myself on never depending on anybody to clip my nails. You could have tears drop down your eyes while getting stitches from a doctor, you can't give away any clue you're feeling hurt from a pedicure!!