Tis done…

And the husband didnt notice. Here was I, swishing and swashing my newly chopped to my shoulders mane, which was bouncing in that infernally cutesy way it only does when you get back from the parlour, with half a factory of chemicals and product in it, with wonderful things having been done to it, including tongs, and hot irons and two people holding blowdryers at various angles, while the very serious stylist pretends she’s worth every paise of the two grand you’re going to spend on her, and talks gibberish about layers, and unstructured and volume and texture and deconstructed, and bohemian and more importantly, the wash and wear which you keep telling her one zillion times, so she knows you’re not going to be sitting with your hairdryer and iron every morning while the world is falling apart on you. And which, you know, in your heart of hearts will end up being just what the aunty from the neighbourhood beauty parlour would have given you for 250 bucks.  The reason you’ve gone so short is because you’re sick to the gills of the platinum highlights which have gone faded copper thanks to your experiments with truth and henna, and making you look like a placid tabby cat. And to get rid of them, you have been told, you need “To do a global, and then do lowlights and highlights. And this will happen post the hair cut.” Which meant that you would be strapped to the chair for the better part of four hours, which you didnt have in the first place, having left offspring in the reluctant care of the paternal grandmother promising to be back within the hour. “Or else, we could just cut off the highlights….and they’re really looking baaaad,” this with a little shiver, meant to express exactly how repugnant the segment of hair was, lifting offending portion and dropping it with disgust,”and you could grow out your virgin hair,” (I kid you not, virgin hair was the phrase, I had visions of nubile nymphs in white grecoroman togas dancing in my hair), “And come back later for fresh highlights.”

 I gently asked for costs. And then having heard the kings ransom I would have paid to do the four hour strapped to the chair version, I opted for the chop chop to the shoulders. And patted myself on the back for a decision, sensibly taken, helped by the public poll conducted on previous post. “Chop it all off, Kiran,” shouted all ye little voices in my head. “You can always grow it back if you dont like the cut.” And it is summer after all.  What better reason if you wanted any. And there are always hairbands, and gels and scrunchies and butterfly clips to tie it all back if it is a disaster. Which it isnt. Given the hair I have, I can wash it and leave home without running a comb through it and no one would know the difference. Except the mother. She always knows.

Anyway, you’re taken in by the glib talk and the very effective pr, and the fact that the client roster has celebs who have great hair cuts. Not to mention, they also have a retinue of stylists and hairdressers on 24 hour call, and they probably look great at every public appearance after three hairs of being strapped into chairs, at the mercy of hairstylists.

Coming back to the husband. After around two hours of sashaying with locks left open (I am the sort who always has butterfly clips holding everything off my face at home), and putting my face in his face as often as I could without getting strange looks while he watched his beloved CNBC TV 18, I finally upped the courage and asked him if he liked it, in the strange pet dog pleading way I end up when I feel uncertain about something I have done. Lets say, the tight afro perm was the last time I remember using the same tone of voice. And this was after I had run away to my moms place for two days post the perm, ashamed to show myself in public after the impulse to be permed had been given into, and reality and the mass of frizz had confronted me.

Anyway, I digress. The point being, the man hadnt noticed I had got a good six to eight inches loped off my hair. “You had a haircut?” he asked, quizzically, as he switched off the lights, taking his quilt and stretching himself out with his eyes closed.  Like that would be the ideal situation by which to view said haircut.

Of course, this did wonderful things for my morale and self esteem and self image and chuffed at self feeling, and I promptly ran into the bathroom to be calm and zen, and howl my lungs out with the expedient muffler of stuffing the washbasin towel in my mouth. I emerged a wiser and calmer woman.  Albeit a red eyed and red nosed one. A woman who expressed her displeasure by maintaining a stony silence and a resolutely turned back through the night.

The moral of the story: The age when the man noticed when I even had my eyebrows done has passed. I can now do what I please with myself, the man will never notice. Do you think tattoos and piercings will get past him?


About Kiran Manral

Kiran Manral published her first book, The Reluctant Detective in 2011. Since then, she has published eight books across genres till date. Her books include romance and chicklit with Once Upon A Crush (2014), All Aboard (2015), Saving Maya (2017); horror with The Face at the Window (2016) and nonfiction with Karmic Kids (2015), A Boy’s Guide to Growing Up (2016) and True Love Stories (2017). Her short stories have been published on Juggernaut, in magazines like Verve and Cosmopolitan, and have been part of anthologies like Chicken Soup for the Soul, Have a Safe Journey (2017) and Boo (2017). Her articles and columns have appeared in the Times of India, Tehelka, DNA, Yowoto, Shethepeople, New Woman, Femina, Verve, Elle, Cosmopolitan, Conde Nast Traveller, DB Post, The Telegraph, the Asian Age, iDiva, TheDailyO and more. She was shortlisted for the Femina Women Awards 2017 for Literary Contribution. She is a TEDx speaker and a mentor with Vital Voices Global Mentoring Walk 2017.
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17 Responses to Tis done…

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  2. Moppet's Mom says:

    Aww, men! I’ve long since stopped expecting my husband to notice anything new about me. As long as he doesn’t exchange me at the mall for another woman 😀

    Can we see pics of the new hair cut?

    Not asking the man to click it, since he didnt appreciate it. Will have to corner some other bakra to do the honours.


  3. photo photo…..

    No pics. Am not yet talking enough to demand photos be clicked.


  4. chandni says:


    No. No pics.


  5. Average Jane says:

    I think for this he deserves a wild naked woman tattoo and a tongue piercing. Give it to him,girl!

    Oh I think he will enjoy the tattoo. Will do a wild naked man tattoo to get his goat.


  6. Wuvly 😀
    Haircuts are SUCH a mood-lifter when they go well!
    Picture chahiye!

    btw “three hairs of being strapped into chairs…” erm, hair on the mind, I see?

    I’m thinking of chopping four/six inches off my hair too. Sadly, The Baby will kill me. And I will be stricken by remorse because the memory of long locks sticking sweatily to the neck is short. Compared to the memory of long healthy locks braided and the braid slapping the cheek hard during aerobics. Yes, it does happen.


    Heh Heh. I appoint you my official proof reader, given that I type and post in five mins flat. And please, donot let the Baby ever think he has any say over what you do to your appearance. this said with the wisdom that comes from years of seeking approval and failing and finally just going and doing what one wants. At least I have additional motivation to keep the hair long.


  7. DotMom says:

    awww..poor you.. where is the picture? you have to let us old faithfuls atelast vote on it 🙂

    And, spousal silence is much, much better than a hissy fit at chopped locks. Trust me 🙂

    No photographer. No this man doesnt throw hissy fits for anything, except my cooking.


  8. dipali says:

    Photo pliss!
    Husbands seem to inhabit a mind-space all their own.
    In which the wife’s appearance is perfect and constant.
    Woh tumko kisise exchange nahin karega, so don’t worry.
    All of us are there to admire your haircut:)

    My official photographer and I are not speaking too much post haircut. LOL. And as for the exchange part, he just might. If I continue the stony shoulder treatment.


  9. Swati says:

    mem will be men …but we can appreciate if u post a pic. BTW i had a hair cut too 🙂

    I will, if you post one of yours. LOL.


  10. Priyanka says:

    Its haircut time, it seems. Or maybe just the dread of summer setting in.
    Oh come on, a photo please. Nope, not posting mine, coz my haircut was a disaster (or should I say IS a disaster till it finally grows outta it?) Anyway, photo please. Maybe you could have a poll on the pic as well 🙂


  11. Poppins says:

    Oooh i missed the poll and now you went and chopped off your hair. I did it too, sometime back. Not that I had tonnes to begin with. You’re not doing pictures? you meanie you.


  12. asha says:

    Hi.. Here for the first time. I must say, I like your blog.
    About the haircut incident, husbands are husbands are husbands… It’s the same everywhere! Take it easy! 🙂

    Oh I am, its just that I am a huge drama queen…and must create drama of nothing. Actually its okay if he doesnt notice a new haircut. He also doesnt notice new clothes, new shoes and new bags, which keeps me safe.


  13. I hate visits to the parlour…all I get is…why don’t you do a facial…so many pimples…your hair is so dry, use a conditioner blah blah and blah..they are so judgemental!!

    Now please go make up with the husband and post that pic!


  14. booboosmamma says:

    I guess most of the men are like that. M will never notice if I had a hair cut, but I have to accompany him everytime he has one and also tell him how his hair looks from the front, back and sides….


  15. dipali says:

    Kiran, go make up with the man.
    We are matlabi- want to see photoo!


  16. okay – will my added vote make you put up a photo? we’re all dying to see. i chopped my hair in december and after a 1000 compliments have decided to keep it this way. its healthier, easier to handle and makes me look younger. i bet you do too.

    lets go get that tattoo together!

    Name the tattoo parlour and will be there. You know I am actually contemplating going shorter. Its so damn hot out here.


  17. nisha says:

    guess men have some problem discovering new things unless they concern booze/new cars/stock market/and u-know-what!

    like ur blog…im a freelance writer for a lifestyle website that covers everything from fashion to books to good hair stylists! would u like to write for it? do drop me a line at nisha.punjabi@gmail if this interests u.

    happy blogging, neway!


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