For a person who has had waist length hair since 1996, and spent years before then trying to get it to grow that long, I am really growing fond of the short hair.(Ok. I've wanted short hair since 1997. But still.) Or, as Violet would put it, obsessed with my hair. You see, I've never had hair around my face. I've never had wind in my hair. I've never needed anything more than a rubber band for my hair. But now I have a round brush, a paddle brush, hair pins, hair bands, hair bands with claws (sounds ominous, no?), barettes, bungees and scrunchys. All this has, predictably, left me with a little lesser money than I'd like. Which means I have none left to maintain this sassy style. Which in turn means, that I have to cut my hair myself. All of you there now going "but well that's easy... you just pull your hair to the front and go snip snip in one straight line": it's a little more complicated than that.
You see, as with anything I do, I began with doing my homework. Not schoolwork. Homework. As in, going online and googling the heck out of "how to cut your own hair". When I was in the des, the Rs.100 bought me the standard issue "step cut". For the hairstyle lingo challenged readers, that's the bushy multilayered sticks out in odd angles hair that you see on any standard issue dilli girl. I did not want to replicate that. But I did want some style. Or as multiple sites put it "layers to maintain definition and give the hair some movement".
So then, armed with the unfanciest hair shears my perpetual adversity would permit me to afford, and all the knowledge a true at heart engineer ever needs to perform any task, I set about snipping my hair in strategic places paying diligent attention to the lengths, angles and densities. And I now sport the I'm-so-cool-I-don't-pay-attention-to-my-hair frumpy style. Perfect for the uber chic grad student.
So there, one more thing I can do myself. One more skill that will come in handy when I face possible unemployment and find myself walking steadfast towards definite poverty. I will be... "RukmaniRan... her own barber shop"
You see, as with anything I do, I began with doing my homework. Not schoolwork. Homework. As in, going online and googling the heck out of "how to cut your own hair". When I was in the des, the Rs.100 bought me the standard issue "step cut". For the hairstyle lingo challenged readers, that's the bushy multilayered sticks out in odd angles hair that you see on any standard issue dilli girl. I did not want to replicate that. But I did want some style. Or as multiple sites put it "layers to maintain definition and give the hair some movement".
So then, armed with the unfanciest hair shears my perpetual adversity would permit me to afford, and all the knowledge a true at heart engineer ever needs to perform any task, I set about snipping my hair in strategic places paying diligent attention to the lengths, angles and densities. And I now sport the I'm-so-cool-I-don't-pay-attention-to-my-hair frumpy style. Perfect for the uber chic grad student.
So there, one more thing I can do myself. One more skill that will come in handy when I face possible unemployment and find myself walking steadfast towards definite poverty. I will be... "RukmaniRan... her own barber shop"
P.S: All overly zealous feminists: start an online petition to call it womenstruation instead.
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