“Yes Madam! Yes even that is charged extra. I need to attend another customer. Meanwhile you have a look at the catalogue and let me know after that.”
KUTCH KUTCH KUTCHAAKKKKKKKK……….
The hair professional at CROWNING GLORY made her way to the dark corner of the room. There stood a tall beautiful blue color dustbin. She pressed hard over the paddle at the bottom of the bin with her groomed mass, trying to open the lid. She held a mess of hair and clapped into the bin and the lid was shut.
“Welcome Miss.Colored hair. I pity you poor soul. Even you…? How long will this continue?” whispered the chopped down heap of permed hair already inside the bin. It was the crowning glory of a beautiful lady. Miss. Permed hair was very much furious seeing the massacre at the saloon. “How ‘in hair’ (inhuman) How could anyone do that.We should bring in REVOLUTION.We wont spare them.” echoed the other heaps of tangled colored and straightened mass of hair inside. Eagerly waiting in frustration they discussed about the revolution. Drafted down a strategy.
Early in the morning, the maid servant at the saloon emptied the bin. The massacred mass of permed, straightened, colored and split end hair looked bursting with enthusiasm as they could see the new ray of hope. Topping the street’s municipal dump they surveyed the street. At the end of the lane, there was a TRICHOLOGY RESEARCH CENTRE. Opposite to that there was a WIG MAKING CENTRE funded by the Cancer Research Community. Out of hope they prayed GOD. As soon as they started praying there billowed a strong wind. All the heaps exchanged glee saying “ HERE WE GO” making merry circles they stood at the entrance of Trichology centre. All of them moved into.

“Wow! Unbelievable” exclaimed all the heaps. “All these young ladies and lads so keen of us.They are so engrossed knowing about our origin and nature. Doing ground research. Happy to know at least someone somewhere is really working hard for our betterment.” Permed hair expressed the gratitude. A young lady beautifully dressed up to kill, walked down the stairs holding a paper file in one hand and a glass jar in the other, attracted all at once; even the desperate hair. She was a Senior Research Fellow working on hair care. There was a large experimenting table attached to a basin. Towards the left was a big rack with holders dived in. There were different brand of shampoos labelled Head and Face, Moonsilk, Tantene, False O’ Real, Evlon hair naturals beautifully colored liquids with mesmerizing aroma. Below to that were samples of liquid chemicals……Sodium Lauryl Ether Sulphate, Aqua, Dimethicone, Cetearyl Alcohol, Ethylhexyl Methoxycinnamate, Guar Hydroxypropyltrimonium Chloride. A follicle from the permed hair mass gently moved over the table. It was 9.00 AM in the morning and the lady was munching over the fresh vegetable cheese sandwich. The follicle jumped over the sandwich and hugged hard the cheese laid over the crumbs. Seeing this, the lady simply separated out the two ardent lovers and tried to dislocate the follicle into the bin. “ Not Again! Not again into the bin. Struggled a lot to reach over here.” the fuming and fretting follicle uttered. The lady was astonished and held herself back. She pulled out her chair and placed the follicle and a porcelain bowl filled with aqua to the surface. Drawing herself close to the bowl, she said with softness. “Kool. This much of heat is enough to bake my bread.” Resting in her chair she asked the follicle to cry out the heart. The follicle put forth the agony thus. “Good Morning! Sorry to disturb your BF” BF? asked the lady in bewilderment. “With BF, I mean breakfast not your boy friend. You people have not yet grown up. Same teenage codes….. .It’s okay. I’ll explain to you in layman’s English. You cannot understand our HI-FI……see we have suffered a lot. Those young beauties without brains have killed us in installments………. some every quarterly, some through EMI’s, some fortnightly, and some every now and then irrespective of any calendar discipline. You may be well aware of the lady who bagged the MISS BEAUTIFUL HAIR award last year .I belong to her glory. In the month of July, she trimmed my legs which were dancing freely in the air: rested proudly over her shoulders, then chopped diagonally towards the sides…… bloody V-shape cut she cherished. Still I displayed silence. In the month of August she permed me. Are you aware of the perming process or you want me to explain everything in detail?” without wasting a second for the lady to respond, the permed follicle continued………
“ She permed me. I was burnt on electric rods. Lot of gymnastics I was forced to do. When I was reluctant and out of turgor, they applied high current and made all the proteins clot inside me. Still I was mum. I suffered for the whole month being in that rolled up twisted and squeezed up position. Later, after making me weak and fragile she lured the hair professional to cut off my legs again, making me look stunted. I mean handicapped me. She trimmed me.
The lady was moved to the core. She offered sympathy with tears in her eyes. The follicle felt bad and said. “No Young lady. Don’t bring tears. I can see your big black beautiful beady eyes but I cannot see tears in them.”
The lady was mute. She was ambiguous of what to do for them.

The follicle wiping out tears just tattled………………………………………..

“ I long to weep and wait for you, Oh young lady
but know not without your support.
Despite all my search for you.
no deliverance I beg of you.
Nor any boon except your support,
beloved lady, a wee drop of it
If vouchsafed,
I fain would cry and cry
with all my heart, day in and out.
For none is aught on earth
But you, my ultimate refugee
Won’t you young lady, won’t you grant
this least bit of favor,
The one and only boon I pray for….

“Meet Miss.Colored hair. She has another parallel pain and agony to vent out. She was beautiful and gorgeous to look at. Her color was natural brown and was full of sheen envied by many. She was a part of a cute college going girl.” the permed hair introduced the colored hair.
The colored hair started.... “She loved and caressed me all day long. She pampered me each time her boyfriend complimented on her beautiful hair. Once she happened to brush me too hard and I was crushed leaving some of the follicles on floor. She just picked me and located in dust bin. How contrast; once her boy friend happened to find one of her hair follicle on his T-shirt and treasured that as very precious. He beautifully decorated the case and wrote in golden FROM MY LUV. Though I was not related to him and was not part of his head, he treasured me. But to the lady in relation related to, I was of no paramount importance. I admit that she took well care of me till her boy friend was on good terms with her. As long as he complimented her, she catered to my needs. Once at a party she happened to meet a tall handsome guy who was a millionaire. She skipped her heartbeat for him. They exchanged their phone numbers and kept meeting every alternate day. She literally lost herself for him. She ditched her old boy friend. Her new boyfriend suggested her to color her hair burgundy. She went for coloring me. That obnoxious odor of the coloring agent and all the chemical stuff infused every amino acid and paralyzed me. It was suffocating to bear. Later on the next meet, her new boy friend commented saying “You look like a ghost in this color.” This was enough to put her dreams to ashes. She was broke. Worse was in store. She completely neglected me and started hating me. She cursed me for every small thing. Few days passed and finally she trimmed me half the length. I was left to live with no legs.
Unable to control her grief, Miss. Straightened hair started…..
“Young lady…..Even I have undergone brutal things in my life. My lady was a school going girl. She was just in her pre teens. She had a lovely hair. A lustrous curly crown. She too admired me. She used to get late for her school. She blamed me for that. ‘Curly hair always gets tangle soon and it consume loads of time and umpteen amount of patience…the two things of which I am falling short of.’.the excuse she always had. She never used to brush me properly. She never applied oil even. Her careless attitude made me look frizzy and dry. She used to distress me with her metal brushes and hard combs. Punctured my veins and made me to bleed. Her way of combing almost left bruises all over my body from top to toe. There is not even a nano space where I was not been hit. Once she read about hair straightening technique and thought that would work out for her. I curse for the downfall of that newspaper.
She immediately rushed to CROWNING GLORY to get me straightened. So much of experiments on me …..I…..I ca……ca. …………cannot…………huh..” she sobbed for long.
Miss. Permed hair reacted. “How long we should suffer. Don’t they have their own brains to think of what is good and bad for them. Why do they need external interference for their own needs? If they hated us, let them shave us all at once. Why in installments? Let’s see how beautiful they will reflect without us. Let they be crowned without glory. I feel like butchering that hair professional who without any mercy has done all this. Let all those be punished who witnessed this as idle spectators. Finally what I want to conclude is……………..Young lady, in your research findings you focus on the harmful effects of all the chemicals used in shampoos, hair styling gels and lotions and equipments. If possible state that all these can damage the nervous system and may cause neural damage permanently. You may add your scientific knowledge to frame that even worse. We will be indebted to you. We cannot say through out our life since we are no more but till our rebirth. May He bless you with some innovative ideas to horrify these humans through your findings, for neglecting us. Make all the ladies realize that they will end up as spinsters without us. Nobody would like to marry a girl with her hair knocked off.”
Making the young lady to rethink over everything, they left from there. They exited the lab, crossed the road and entered the Wig Making centre, that stood opposite. All the three were horrified. For them it was no less than a graveyard. All the dead hair there. They met some of their old friends there. They had a word with the in charge over there. They thought. “Who says we are of no use. We still have a life after death .We can surrender ourselves for all the cancer patients who lost their hair. Let’s make their life happy. We served humans all our life and will serve them even after our death. They will realize us one day.” There stepped in the hair professional at CROWNING GLORY. All the three reeked seeing the lady there, as if exposed to ammonia fumes. They relived the pathos seeing her. The in charge introduced the three to the lady. Their retentiveness of memory compelled her to remember everything. She felt bad on her part and asked for pardon and justified that she has done everything to earn her bread. To this the three suggested………. “Don’t you say that. There is a solution for everything. No need to close the saloon. You can make both the ends meet by offering some eco friendly and natural methods to your customers. Suggest them to go for cool and natural methods for new look. If it is so necessary to go for cut then contribute the chopped mass of hair for some noble cause. We believe in life after death.”
There was a call from a research centre regarding the wig for a cancer patient. Miss.Permed hair readily accepted and loved to be transformed. A wig was made out of permed hair. See the fate.It was for the same lady, the beautiful lady who bagged the MISS BEAUTIFUL HAIR award last year..But still without any sigh , wig of permed hair thought her life complete, to be the crowning glory of the same lady who neglected her once. Permed hair hugged the lady’s scalp out of emotional love and stayed there with her ..they lived happily everafter…HA HA HAAAAAA.