The fault lies in your hair, madam.

Written By

Jai Shruthi

The fault in my hair Loading

It was my wedding day. I was happy and sad, elated and nervous, confident and doubtful. Gosh! I was bipolar! I wasn’t ready to enter a new life, I wasn’t ready to leave my family or my bedroom with all its boy band and J-LO posters, I wasn’t ready to be a responsible adult; but I loved my soon-to-be-husband. At that time, I felt marriage was the best way to tell the world, he is mine. In hindsight, Facebook would have been a better option.

My beautician was almost done with my hairstyling. I almost gave her a heart attack when I requested her to loosen up my fake braid, which she had buried under a basket of flowers set in an intricate design. “It’s just for a couple of hours, you will be out of it in no time!” she assured me. I should have insisted. Never trust a beautician who burns you curling your hair.

The wedding ceremony was a breeze, and I could not wait to get out of my heavy headgear. Any longer and I was sure to end up with spondylitis. As we kneeled down as part of the final ritual to take everybody’s blessing, I could see my father-in-law running backward as though someone had hit the reverse button. He turned around and to our horror, his kurta was on fire! Luckily he escaped unhurt. Sadly, the fault in our stars was under scrutiny.

“Don’t worry, good and bad have to be balanced. It wards off evil. All is well,” said our ultra – modern US return pandit as he bid us farewell. Nevertheless, some minds were at unrest. How can a bad omen be ignored? It is our holy obligation to look for signs and decipher it. God forbid, something worse happens. Phone calls were made and only the most compliant pundits were consulted, anybody otherwise was dismissed as frivolous. Finally, they found one who matched their fears.

Meanwhile, I had killed my beautician a million times in my head, for I was still in my heavy-as-a-corpse headgear, waiting for the recently resurrected Pandit. The newlywed, shy bride was long gone and Hulk was slowly taking her place. Just as I was about to bare my teeth and strike my poor husband, in stormed the Pandit.

He walked in, pulled the family aside and told us the ‘Evil Eye’ was undoubtedly following us and that we should immediately visit our family temple which I learned later that day was a good two hours drive from civilization, one way. He was not done yet, in all his holy sincerity, he pulled me aside and said, “Yesterday, for your reception you left your hair loose. That is not good. It has attracted the Evil Eye. Never do that again. It is my duty to advise you.”

Logic just hung itself with my fake braid, next to my beautician of course! Attract the evil eye? Like a magnet? The only way my hair closely resembled a magnet was that it had a U-cut! If loose hair attracted it, would mercilessly tightly braided hair repel it? Not only was this infamous ‘Evil Eye’ a day late, it had the wrong person.

Hulk was back, stuck inside a car with a heavy headgear, while my poor new husband was soaking up all the gamma radiation I was spewing. He did offer to hold my long fake braid for a while as if that would help; it was like offering to hold a pregnant belly! What else could he do? How I wished the ‘Evil Eye’ was as blind as Love.

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Witty and humorous, Jai Shruthi, is an aspiring writer. She has been a professional dancer for 6 years and after dabbling in graphic design for awhile, she found her place in event management. She is currently a happy-stay-at-home Mum of two adventurous boys. She is also the founder of Shruts Handmade Stuff, a small online venture where she showcases her handmade designs. When she isn't busy with any of the above, she loves to sit back and relax with a good movie, language no bar. A dancer by soul, designer by mind and a mommy by heart, she loves to explore and expand her creative horizons.

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