I met a few relatives after a long pause . Though older than me by a decade or so , one of them stood out amongst others of her age by her jet black hair.When others in the group marvelled at her retaining the colour of youth ,disparaging their own whitening locks,she broke the myth about her youth by letting it slip that she dyed her hair without fail.
Sensing the disapproval at the artifice employed to dodge and mask old age ,she reasoned that grey hair elicits no respect in society but only contempt and that people on the road donot bother to show directions , a small request, when it comes from a person whose hair has turned grey and white.
At this juncture I must mention the popular sports commentator with a shining bald pate and smiling face who suddenly sprouted a thick crop of black hair. I rubbed my eyes several times in disbelief , wondering whether his younger brother had taken up his job! However with this sudden acquisition of a youthful appearance his observations and comments though same as before seemed to have lost their edge ,-- profundity and wisdom.At least to me .
If you think that this yen for youth by coloring hair --a fancy word for plain old dyeing or transplanting hair to get a thick mat, is a fixation only of the middle and well to do classes you have one thing coming.As i got to know today.
Early in the morning I saw a group of men and women labourers squatting on a mound of sand getting ready to start work at the nearby construction site. From a distance a middleaged woman of that group , whom I took to be,of combing lovingly her daughters hair , was actually brushing with great care a Savuri---wig! Presumably hers, to add thickness to the thin strands of her crowning glory!
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