hair today gone tomorrow

It’s only going to be a matter of time when Jispa will start kicking our butt. She already has a strong opinion on a lot of issues. The tough mind that we tried to build into her is now going to come and bite us in the back. Better bite us than her I’d say.
This weekend was a day we spent a lot of time together and I ended up scolding her quite a bit. We having more than our fair share of run ins. She listens to me and then forgets and then does the same stupid thing again. Oh god it’s really frustrating. These are times when parenting is really tested. Also to add to this, she does really feel bad at our scolding. Even when she gets a rap from me, she doesn’t really get hurt. After our fight, which I ensure is brief, I tell her – you don’t really get hurt or feel bad, don’t you? And I smile and she breaks into a smile – no I feel. But then she adds, but no so much. Not at all, I think. That’s Jispa.
I have seen this in parenting. Every once in a while the truce is broken and we have our share of run ins. This carries on for some time till both of us grow up and decide that this is enough. It requires both of us to grow up and decide enough is enough. Sometimes the pressure just gets to you. How much can you scold your kid and not feel bad about it. It’s just a crazy pressure on parenting. It is unsustainable. I think that’s the reason you need two to parent. It is not possible for one individual to remain focused all the time. When I end up scolding, Jasmine must be patient and when she is letting loose, I get in.
It’s taken sometime to even understand that when I am telling Jasmine to calm down or vice versa, we aren’t necessarily saying – you are wrong and I am right. It’s us telling each other that we are both parents – just that, and by virtue of being parents we are both wrong and right at the same time. We just need each other to see a side of it that Jispa, in her antics has blurred. Like I was telling Jasmine the other day, when we decided to be parents we didn’t know that this constant adjusting would a part of the job requirements. Dam. To add pressure to the woes, issues can come from all sorts of wrong places. Things that you have not anticipated. In fact you get stuff from things you thought you had covered.
Around a week or so back, Jispa decided to get a haircut. Normally jispa likes long hair, but given her swimming schedule and her general distaste for combing her hair, it’s almost an impossibility to keep pace with for Jasmine. So Jasmine is always after her to cut it. Jispa can fend off only till a point after which she agrees. So technically its Jispa’s call, but really it’s her mommy’call – that’s jispa’s version. Jasmine’s version is the exact opposite. “I never force her” is what Jasmine says. Sometimes we fathers do walk think lines.
So now where to get it cut? The Saloon that Jispa liked is shut, the other one was too kiddish and the third one is the one Jispa hates and is Jasmine’s preferred one. Arggghh. So under imaginary pressure, (Jasmine says there is no such pressure and Jispa believes there is) Jispa agrees to the last option. And the horror story happens. Jispa hair is cut well lower than what she instructed. Oops the bad haircut pain lasted a couple of days. It was quite bad. She was really really sad and she did not want me or anyone to tell her that she actually looked good. I even told her some stories of me as a teen wanting to get my hair cut at different places in the hope that I somehow look good. I probably couldn’t accept the truth that it was me not my hair cut that decided my looks. I remember once even going to the Oberoi hotel – a huge thing in those days, just to get a hair cut. If I am not wrong Jasmine even funded that haircut. Nothing turned good for me. I always thought only if I had enough money to get myself a good haircut, I might have looked good. The things we believed in those days... haircuts make you look good, or facials solve your acne issue. Anything went. I told her that in reality nothing mattered. Today when I can possibly afford any haircut in Mumbai, anywhere, I go to the same silly saloon I went as a kid. Surely it matters more to you today than me today, but the truth is that you like people not because of their hairstyles but because of who they are and how they behave with you.
Well said, but no effect. She was pissed as ever. She did not want to talk about it. At all. Even a mention of ‘jispa you look cute, met with a curt reply’. There are these days when you realize your child has grown up and that’s that. She has her mind and she has decided to use it.
Now after a few weeks, she has learnt how to comb it or she has plainly accepted it. This Sunday, I told her – aha…. ‘I think all you needed was to let your hair cut grow a bit. Sometimes styles can take time to grow on you.’ I was mighty relieved she did not snap back. She was ok. she even let me click a pic. Here you are…



I told her that next time she can have a haircut wherever she wants. In the best place in Mumbai. No expense spared. She was a bit zapped. I told her she could blow a few thousand bucks if she so wished. I think it’s for her to decide and learn if the hair dresser really makes sense. And if it does give her something she is happy about – chuck it. I wanted to go to a saloon that was expensive. In parenting we try to not make the same mistakes. We only search for new ones.

connections

Sometimes it takes a simple strain in a chest to write a post. Huh? Well if you realise the reason I write and if you are familiar with my family’s medical history then you might better understand my thought process.
I write this as a note to my daughter who might be able to understand the choices I took and the fun I have had and the growing up I underwent while I had her as my daughter. Thats the ciomplicated part. The easy part is that in my family, we all males seem to be dying the day we are born. All the males from my dad’s side suffered cardiac arrests. They were all hale and hearty till the very end, suffering from no other complications like diabetes, blood pressure or other complications. Simple blocked arteries. My dad got his first attack while we were in Ahmedabad attending my cousin’s wedding. He was around 45 years old. He second and fatal attack came in 13 years later.
I have had a few long conversations with dad. I have hung on to every word he said. I have tried to understand his thought process and his value construct. It has helped shape me tremendously as a person. He was largely at home in those 13 years and they possibly gave rise to the opportunity to have these conversations. Who knows, if those 13 years would not have been granted then what would life have turned out. here I am not so worried about the financial/ practical implication but the more important philosophical implications. I learnt to read a lot from one boss – dharen, and I have had a few such important guiding forces, but I guess my dad for me has remained my moral compass, which is essentially on which everything else was slapped on.
Like when I listen to any one, it’s not what he says that interests me, it is the thought process. The authors of the blogs I read or the lecturers I go for. It’s always the thought process. Once the thought process is in place, the rest would follow. So when I meet smart people I am instinctively drawn to their way of thinking. How does she respond to issues? How does he raise issues, how does she identify issues etc? So when monkey follows, the monkey is slightly more evolved and smarter. That’s how I think I improve, not by merely imitating but by keenly following like a good detective tracking his target. Getting into the mind of the target. I guess I might do better if I do the same by getting into the mind of people who tend to piss me off. But then that’s too much of an effort. Wasted effort. I would rather concentrate and use my energies into people I admire rather than loathe. But ya the latter do give you insights into what not to do and what you definitely don’t want to become.
So these days I have been fairly busy but enough not to write a post. And one little chest niggle (probably indigestion) now and it made me reach out for the word processor and type furiously what came to my mind. While I was writing I also checked on the Google for symptoms during an attack to be doubly sure.
Here they are
If you have never been diagnosed with heart disease but develop any of the following symptoms, consider the possibility that you have angina. Make an appointment with your doctor, and arrange for a cardiac screening as soon as possible.
• Chest pain that comes with physical exertion and eases with rest.
• Chest pain that is brought on by emotional stress.
• New or unusual shortness of breath-if you suddenly find you're winded after climbing a flight of stairs when you used to be able to take the same flight of stairs in stride, for example.
• Indigestion, particularly if indigestion is unusual for you, if it does not respond to antacids, or if you do not associate its occurrence with eating.

Talk about being well prepared or simply put – paranoia. This paranoia drives me to be insured and fill in my mediclaim checks on time.
But write I must and it has given me more meaning. I hope someday it will give Jispa some meaning. Hopefully I live enough to have some ‘life chats’ with Jispa. Hopefully she likes them and doesn’t get bored of them. She is growing up fast and she is likely to get actively disinterested in her dad’s voice.
Just the other day I was at this new hair salon at king’s circle getting my hair cut for 99 bucks. I was trying this new place and I feel that at 99 itself I am overpaying but my good old men’s saloon I think is now losing it ... finally. Its getting sad by the day and the AC might not work or the guys cutting are really not up to mark. But at 99 this place called hair expresso by Javed Habibi (I think)is still better than some other salons in the area that charge more than this. So at this place I walked in to see a bare bone salon, nicely simple though. A middle aged guy around 45 plus or so was getting his hair cut along with a girl and another person. A decent mix. The girl was quite finicky and a little unsure about herself and the cut she was getting. Afterwards I realised that the guy was her dad and her dad was reassuring her ‘beta, it’s ok and trust the hair stylist. She knows her job’. I couldn’t help wondering, would I ever take Jispa when she older for a hair cut. Would she want me around? I guess not. The odds are way off. From my side and hers. And even if I am around to foot the bill, I am not likely (I hope not) to interfere in her conversation with her stylist. But it’s interesting how the city has moved. From an exclusive mens and womens domain which the salons used to be, now we can have daddy and beti getting a cut side by side. Some trivia – I think Jispa’s first hair cut was done while she was around two and she sat on my lap at the time.
I don’t know when the umbilical cord gets detached and by whom and in which respects / situations. Sometimes I like to be attached to my daughter and sometimes not. Ditto for her. These days Jispa is getting extra attached before sleeping. She insists that one of us puts her to sleep. Why is that? I have to sleep beside her and read or at least sit beside her with my legs on her bed and read or at the very least sit around the room. It funny. We wonder why she regresses into these demands from time to time. And I don’t know what to do. Be the doting father who agrees or be the guy who says ‘ grow up kid’. Jasmine has given up on trying to stop me. I always get up and give in. I like it myself, but I always bargain with her that tomorrow she would have to sleep. So yesterday she said that tomorrow I will sleep on my own.... she then added a line saying... I don’t know what will happen day after tomorrow. A daughter of a banker will always add a disclaimer I guess. Fine print!

manhood ki lalkaar

Taking from yesterday’s post, where I spoke aloud of my quest to be grey before I get bald… I was at the barber’s shop where he encountered white hair above my ears in plenty. He told me ‘saab, there is a lot of white hair inside’. “Great” I answered. I think that left him a little flummoxed and bereft of a hair dye client.
I hadn’t been shaving since the last ten days and hence I even had a beard with strands of white. I normally don’t like getting a shave outside but this I made an exception. The experience is rarely nice as they are used to really tough beards and they get a chance to butcher my skin which is still (happily) soft. I rarely get away from such butchering without a few red spots, that too after I tell him that shave only once. Otherwise they shave twice and get rid off the complete epidermis, exposing a lot of red spots. They might be trying their best to justify their price I guess. But shaving twice is an interesting habit that I see a lot of guys having, when I first took to shaving after my 10th exams, I too used to shave twice. In fact in college days, I shaved everyday and that too twice, with about 1/10th the beard that I have today. These days I shave just once and that too on alternate days. These days my laziness quotient is up to three days or even a week.
I remember around ten years back I had a shave at one of the various villages around Ahmedabad. It was a typical barber shop with a wooden rickety chair and a scruffian for a barber. He gave me a tough man’s shave. First they splash water, then apply the cream, works up a lather on your face with the bristles then give you a shave pulling and pinching your skin, then start again. After you are through with the shave, he splashes water, wipes it with a napkin (ugh), then applies alum all over the face, then wipes that off (same napkin), then takes a bottle with vile green liquid (warned poison with a death skull) and splashes it on his hand onto your face. Whew, its only an after shave. But then that’s not all. He takes an afghan snow look-alike bottle and takes some in his hand and gives you a face massage. All this is happening with his very rough hands. Why would anyone want to be subjected to this? And yes if anyone wants to know… I did tip him (I think).
Yesterday I got away with three red spots and some burning sensation. But its worth testing your manhood once a year I guess.

cut it

Jispa had her first hair day. Well not exactly that but … ok., lets start from the beginning. Everyday her mom and her would be fighting over her hair. Combing it, removing knots, they coming in her eyes etc. Being eth dad I obviously know nothing about hair care. For me any solution is simply – Shampoo it. Obviously its pretty ineffective. So every now and then I would be calling for a cease fire. Actually shouting CEASE FIRE is more like it. so I started working on Jispa to have her hair cut short. I thought of everything in the book for her to cut it shorter. That she looks pretty cute with short hair helps. So finally she agrees. But she decides the length. It her call. I am ok. She wanted to go to a particular neighborhood parlor where she used to get it trimmed. I had my doubts but let it happen. Mommy and Jispa go there while I proceed for my hair cut. Jispa like me to cut my hair short so that she can massage my head without me worrying about how I might end up looking like.

After I am through I wait for her under the building. She emerges in a really bad mood and with a few tears. What happened I ask? I look at mummy who signals a really bad mood indicator. Jispa is no mood to talk. I figure that she is very unhappy with the length. It seems that she had clearly indicated length. The stupid lady cut it in that length at the back and then cut it sorter in the front. Oh shit. Why do these idiots think? Can’t they just do as they are told? Can’t they ask? I told Jispa next time you cut it at a decent place. She was angry with everybody. Why me? I was not even there. EVERYONE… evn me because of me she cut it short. Oh ok… I am sorry. I agree it could have been cut better but it wasn’t that bad. It was pretty cute that way itself. But I guess she was in no real mood to listen. All I could tell her that the best thing with hair is that it grows. So it will be fine soon enough :). I know. I have had really bad hair cuts myself.

Luckily the art has improved over the years with a variety of styles and cuts coming in. When I was a kid the guys cutting hair were really pathetic. Trained to cut without seeing the person or the face. When you cut someone’s hair you are not cutting hair, you are giving shape to someone’s personality. The ones who understand that become stylists, the other remain butchers.

In the middle I was seriously contemplating taking up hair cutting as a part time hobby. I even inquired about the course. But hell, I just couldn’t find the time to take it up. Someday I would. Possibly after retirement, when my hands are no longer steady. Or retire before the hands get shaky I guess. Ya. That’s a better option. I will do one thing for sure, talk a lot while cutting. Especially when I am using my brains, and most important – ask again and again to be sure, when I cut someone’s hair SHORT.