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I recently got my haircut. It cost 50Rs. It wasn't the worst haircut I've ever gotten, but I think something got lost in translation. "Just the tips" translates to "the last 5 inches." So 5 inches of my hair is gone-- that's about 10 months of growth. I've got some catching up to do. He was cutting it behind my back so I couldn't see. Even if I had been able to see it, how could I have stopped him after the first snip? Now I think I know why the Tibetan nuns shave their heads- so they don't have to worry about such banalities. I came home and looked in the mirror and had a quiet tantrum to myself. Why am I so attached to my hair? If you know me well, you know how much I love my locks... and how much pride I take in hair compliments. This is certainly turning into a lesson about letting go and accepting what is. After all, it was dead to begin with.
I was thinking today, maybe if I get some bindis I will be able to see more clearly. Then I ran into my Kashmiri friend Samir walking back from the Dalai Lama's temple. As always, he invited me in for tea. We chatted for a few minutes about the general state of things, then he said he had a surprise for me!! I tried to explain that once you say you have a surprise, it's no longer a surprise, because by that point you already know to expect something... he said he was walking back from (?) somewhere and he picked up some...... BINDIS!!! Just for me. And what do you know, it was an assortment of different colored bindis with glitter sparkles. I think you know which color I chose. Now I'll finally be able to see life from that special angle!!
And because I can hardly keep interesting enough with my silly musings, I'll direct you to something wonderful, by none other than His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama:
http://dalailama.com/messages/compassion
I had the worst hair cut of my life in Vietnam. I thought that holding my fingers about an inch apart at the bottom of my hair and making a straight line around my head with the same inch fingers would be clear that I wanted an inch off the bottom. Well the first thing she did was grab the hair around my face and give me me bangs! I vowed in 2nd grade that I would never have bangs again! Hair is something that there needs to be a clear understanding about. I found out later that it is cultural thing to always pretend that they understand even if they don't.
ReplyDeleteHaha, right! I actually got a haircut in Vietnam as well, and it was amazing. But this time i went to the butcher- I mean, the barber. And it cost $1. Great idea!!! I'm thinking I'll get it fixed up at some posh place in Bangkok... wish me luck!
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