Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Barbie Girl

of course, noone can ever match aishwarya rai in dhoom:2, but i feel like, for me, i'm coming pretty close. guys get to just shower, shave, throw on some clothes, spritz on some cologne, and leave, but it's unbelievable all the stuff women go put themselves through before they step out for the evening, come november-december.

- pick out clothes, jewellery, shoes and accessories well in advance (and discuss them endlessly with worried mother)
- go shopping, find nothing satisfactory
- go shopping again
- return first-round purchases in deference to secound-round purchases
- call tailor, send outfit out to get stitched (embroidery, badla-work, etc sold separately)
- haggle over outfit delivery date ("nahin, nahin, raju bhai, aise kaise kaam chalega, pehenneka hai, humko parsonh hi mangta hai!")
- briefly wonder why all tailors seem to be called raju, chhotu, or the entirely-ambiguous "master-ji"
- pedicure
- manicure (although i confess that i'm saved from that fate, because i have no nails to speak of)
- facial
- wax arms, legs, underarms, and assorted parts of face and body as necessary
- pluck/thread eyebrows
- thread upper lip
- cry from pain of threading
- bleach face, stomach, back for the purposes of photogenic-ness and small purple/blue/pink choli du jour
- call the tailor to say it's T-3 and where the hell does he think he is?
- pensive 20-minute shower
- wash, dry, and straighten hair
- try on outfit that has finally arrived, huff in dismay that "this was bound to happen", give back to tailor who sits in poor light near kitchen and makes last-minute adjustments to outfit, inevitably muttering under his breath that he should have stayed in the gaav
- use assorted gels, lotions, creams, during and after bath for smooth skin and glowing face
- struggle into clothes, stare at mirror critically, wonder where that extra weight suddenly came from
- apply makeup
- stare at mirror haplessly, tell family to wait, more prep time is needed
- hack at eyebrows which have somehow grown asymmetrical in the last 8.5 hours
- make sure earrings have backs well-attached to prevent slippage
- change outfit choices at last minute (if out of town, wish desperately for items that cannot possibly be delivered before the function begins, even by hanuman) and repeat as many of the steps above as are necessary
- stare at mirror disconsolately
- viciously jab at forehead with bindi
- totter out the door in heels
- run back up to collect forgotten item (cell phone, watch, house keys, or similar) while liftman waits, inevitably muttering under his breath that he should have stayed in the gaav
- plaster fake smile on face for camera
- repeat through february

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7 Comments:

At December 12, 2006 5:32 AM, Blogger rai.karan said...

just shower, shave, throw on some clothes, spritz on some cologne, and leave

i think you underestimate the grooming needs of men.while yes we can get ready in the above mentioned fashion there are times when we go thru fates similar to yours. especially when there are women involved in the process.

 
At December 12, 2006 10:32 AM, Blogger Surya said...

this could be your best post yet....

 
At December 12, 2006 11:23 PM, Blogger Rhea said...

ummm...sim? yeah. listen, some of us have spent 25 years perfecting the "natural" image. you know, the one where men think we look just that good by simply waking up, splashing some water on our faces and running a comb briefly through our hair? so, stop with the dispelling, babe.
[that said, this was hilarious! and i thought i was high maintenance! oh, waitaminute, i'm all natural beauty :)]

 
At December 13, 2006 8:15 AM, Blogger ~*sim*~ said...

@sui... thanks :) glad to know the nomadlife move was not such a bad thing!

@k... i know, and the efforts are much appreciated :D (although like i already told you, you are allowed to withhold all information about bleaching and waxing and plucking habits from me :P)

@rhe... oops, you're right, perhaps i should have put it on the private blog -- and now i gotta reinstate my rep as a cruddy unprimped academic asap! but seriously, i am totally NOT high maintenance -- it's too taxing and unsatisfying, and this post was meant to be parodic anyway (inspired in fact by a tiff i had with my mother about how i didn't want to blowdry my hair for some random sangeet function last night.)

 
At December 14, 2006 11:24 AM, Blogger rai.karan said...

Bleaching Waxing plucking habits? sounds like OCD na? dont know what you're talking about.

but the line "i am totally NOT high maintenance" - priceless.

 
At December 14, 2006 11:51 AM, Blogger ~*sim*~ said...

@k... i'll give you OCD. you're one of the ten people in the world who's seen me cry about it. and high maintenance -- with the boys -- definitely. (also a cause of tears and trauma.)

but i stand by my claim that i'm totally not into compulsive beautifying... so quit with the character assassination :P

 
At January 10, 2007 11:04 PM, Blogger A.R.Malik said...

Nice. I'm suddenly glad all over again- after witnessing childbirth in my labor room duties in med school- that I'm not a woman.

 

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