Life sometimes gets ridiculous to
the point that we actually pay people to insult us. Every person we pay for any services whatsoever, feel the need to pass on those precious pearls of wisdom, also known as free advice. Truth be told, no one appreciates a third person holding a magnifying mirror to our flaws.
So of late, my dentist and hair stylist
have collectively gone on a mission to embarrass me. One busy day I was
munching some nuts at work, when a smart nut felt adventurous and decided to
explore the remotest gap within my tooth. I tried to push it out using my
tongue, which got bruised in the process. Later 562 toothpicks failed in the
same mission. Finally I was forced to book an appointment with my dentist, whom
I was trying to avoid for the past few months. My teeth had other plans though.
She has the most amazing chair at
her office. This chair, almost like a modified recliner, which has everything
from a mirror to lights to a multi-purpose mini table attached to it, is one of
the reasons I go to her. She was happy to see me; she knew the history behind
every one of my teeth, as she has pulled out few and performed root canal in
others. All my teeth seemed to say hi to her. She examined my tooth which had
the embedded nut, and unleashed her sharp weapons to start excavation
which lasted a few minutes until the nut gave up and decided to come out.
She then said ‘Anita you need to
get it filled, else the same can happen again’.
I asked ‘This one?’ pointing to
the tooth which just parted with the nut.
She replied ‘Honestly, if you ask
me, it is not just this tooth. There are a multitude of other teeth which needs
to be filled’.
Her assistant stifled a laugh. Until
then, that dude was peeping into my mouth as though it had a hidden treasure
deep inside.
‘Okay’, I mumbled.
Dentists are brutally honest, I
tell you. And about this dude who laughed. I hope he finds his treasure
somewhere else.
Later in the week there was an
official event for which I had to blow dry my hair. I called the stylist and got an appointment. I
have been going to her for a long time and she is aware of the fact that I used
to have thick voluminous hair once upon a time. I sat on her chair. Earlier she
used to part my hair into three or four sections and blow dry each. Something
like a divide and rule process. She combed and ran her fingers through my hair
and gasped, ‘What happened to your hair?’ with an exasperated expression.
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I felt I owed her an explanation
even though it was my hair , it rests on my head and it carries the DNA of my
family. I explained that my project gave me no time to come home, forget
maintaining hair and skin. She took a smaller comb and as usual divided my
scalp into four sections. She clipped the first section only to realize that
the other sections were not needed. Meanwhile her floor was full of my hair
from the first and only section. “Two more sessions like this and you will be
bald” she happily warned me. Actually it was my fault to think that my hair qualified
for blow drying. She did not charge me at a usual rate, and added
“For your
hair you can pay half or less for any hair services”.
Yeah. Even the dentist may say
the same thing soon once all my teeth are extracted.
