Bad Hair day
And I am not talking about my crowning glory but body hair esp those that religiously grow on your arms and legs every 6 days and refuse to let go the prized possession- You!
What an eventful day it was and I wish I had opted for my hair removal…
It was end week of Dec and I was all set to hibernate in my quilt. Blame it on Delhi winters or my laziness that I refused to tend to my hair removal ritual.
I am anyways dressed in layers so who cares and got lost in my dream world again. Tringggggg my phone rang, it was a call from office wherein my boss called to tell me that I have to catch the next flight at 10:00 am to Mumbai for an urgent meeting at Mumbai office. One of the top Business house (and a probable client) in Australia was visiting us for an important discussion and my presence in non negotiable. My tickets have been arranged and PNR sent to me, all I have to do is to pack and shoot.
10:00 am? Weirdo! It’s 8:00 am and I am yet to get out of bed, get ready, pack and reach airport at least an hour before all in all braving Gurgaon’s crazy morning traffic. I had no time to think and jumped out of bad. Recession time, can’t say no at office. I rushed to bathroom, hurried my way to wardrobe and took out my jackets et all errrr…Mumbai weather is hot, my jackets won’t work. So I searched for some better options in formals but could found none. There’s a theory of contradiction that suggest- when you need something, there are least chances that you will find it available.
I thrown a look at lovely hairs at my hands, heaved a sigh, wore my business suit with an overcoat (to hide away even a single trace of hair) & stepped out for cab to airport. I reached airport just on nick of time, completed my boarding and wish so much for an in house waxing saloon in flight. If wishes were horses, I would have wished for hair free hands and legs. Sigh.
I boarded my flight and took a window seat. This will pass I thought while looking out at fresh green pastures near runaway. “Excuse me, your bag is on my seat. Would you pl remove it for me?” came a husky mail voice. I turned to find a gorgeous young man standing next to my seat. Oh my God! It is the famous model Ketan Arya. I couldn't believe my eyes and my luck that he is my co passenger. OMG! I couldn't believe my luck as I lift my bag with shivering hands. He smiled at me and introduced- “I am Ketan A… “Off course I know you. I mean who would not know you, Ketan” I said with an excitement of a teenager almost gushing at the clean shave face of this hunk model of all times. He took the seat next to me, with our arms touching each other. We often turned at each other and smiled. It’s not such a bad day after all I thought. The seat belt alerts were off and passengers started removing their jackets. Out of courtesy, Ketan asked me to help with my jacket. "Ah well, I am OK with it, thanks but no thanks" I said. I didn't want to turn him off with my unshaven arms. Guess I anyways turned him off and Ketan spent all the residual time in flight chatting with another female passenger next seat (with clean shaven hands and oops short skirts) and sigh ignoring me. I wish I had opted for hair removal…
In couple of hours we landed at Mumbai. My colleagues joined me at Airport. “Oh My my, that super model Ketan sat next to you. So, when you guys going on date?” Err,Ahem, Aaargh I couldn’t tell them what happened so I just smiled. “ Aren't you feeling hot with that jacket of yours?” asked my “I-don’t-mind-my-own-business-as-my-arms-are-waxed” colleague. Yeah, I am OK, I said and pretend to remove my jacket but soon left the effort as she moved away. Really wished I wore a long sleeve shirt at least. This shalt pass soon, I thought.
We rushed to the meeting which was concluded successfully and client proposed to wrap it up with a celebration drinks hitherto. “Evening drinks” that means we are not returning home back today. “No”, said my clean shaven colleague. “We are taking a flight tomorrow morning. Today we need to stay back for this celebration party. It’s such a big account after all and we can't risk to upset them on such a small request”. Small request yes.
My company just signed a multi-million contract with a foreign brand for Indian operations. We barely had any time before we could hit this five star lounge for post deal signing celebrations, leaving my distant hope to find a parlor to get rid of my body hair in hopeless lurch. I cannot skip this party as it may have bad reflection on my company and our clients. So I relentlessly agreed and moved towards the venue. We are not prepared for it, so we didn't carry evening dress. So cool, I am sorted. (At least for this evening) I sighed. I thought I will excuse myself in middle of party and avail hair removal services at hotel’s saloon in pretext of an urgent call. Good plan but it didn't work. The client loved my presentation so much that he glued to me throughout evening, discussing way forward on the ideas and other things. The party became engrossing and soon everyone began to hit the dance floor. I was asked to be relaxed and remove my "oh so formal jacket" like my other colleagues and get in the groove. I refused on pretext that I am comfortable as it is keeping me warm from excessive AC cooling in the lounge. Believe me I was such an odd peg in the whole hole but do I really had no choice. So I danced with my jackets on as in morning hurry I couldn't care to replace my short shirt with a long sleeved one. Little did I expected that the day will turn this long. Little did I expected that my hair removal sloth will take me to such situations.
I was like this little Miss two left foot on the floor. The music was good and in heat of moment one of these ladies from client side (who by this time started getting very well along with me) came forth and removed my jackets from me. “Goshhhhhhhhhh there’s a bear out there”- she quipped. “I am really sorry. I didn't know about this”, she said as she returned that jacket to me, half embarrassed. I was frozen to death there hoping that others didn't notice. My hopes were short lived as my colleague Natasha came forth and remarked- “now we know why you weren't removing your jacket throughout” she winked. I was dead embarrassed and spent my entire evening ruing over my unshaven arms while my colleagues taking away my glories to their account, gossiping about me.
The story became a hot cake in my office for next few days, my colleague happily munching over it in hush-hush playful jeers and cheers for a long time.
How much I wished I would have opted for my hair removal L__________________________________________________________________
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