Dear friends, As I write this, the summer is beating down outside my window and not a single leaf moves on the gulmohar tree next to my house. Isn't this the most opportune time to bring out your swimming costumes and dive into the pool? Swimming is one of the best exercises ever but unfortunately, I can't reall say the same thing about its effects on your hair. If you are not particularly careful, you may end up with an athlete's chiselled body and hair looking like the cow's chewing cud. I remembered an article which I had written long ago for some magazine which spoke about hair care for swimmers. I am reproducing it here for all those of you who swim but don't know how to take care of the chlorine in the water. Here they are. I hope these tips are useful to you. Before your swim, wet your hair If you are a regular swimmer, you must have seen the showers that surround the pool. They are there for a reason more important than pool decorati
Having given your topic a thought, I think there are three types of people. Type 1: People who are only taught to look not think - These are the people who are brought up to believe in stereotypes. For e.g. if you wear a saree, you have a behenji mentality…or if you wear a bikini, you are easy and slutty…or if you wear jeans to office, you take your work casually…and so on and so forth. - They are not taught to think deeply, or look beyond the outer shell of just about anything...people, houses, situations so they take everything at face value. - More often than not, they are a product of extreme low confidence. They are not proud of where they come from, who they are and this more often than not rubs off on their opinion of others. Type 2: Those people who blindly follow culture and traditions - These are, more often than not, the opposite of the people above. They have a false superiority complex about themselves. - It
If...a heartfelt plea to the smelly man If you think you can keep your head when all around you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you, And if your colleagues who always lunched with you Now seem to have disappeared into the blue Your assistant whose heart did the tango for you, She’s giving excuses that there’s too much work to do Or if your young interns for whom you were a star No longer seem interested in your fancy new car. If at home, the sorry situation is no better Your wife won’t be seen but talks through a letter, And if the roses in your window, ones that you bloomed Seem to have shriveled and immersed in a pall of gloom And if one day, most unfortunately, you discover That you spend more on air freshener than on food or water Or if one day morning while you’re out on your jog, You discover you’re followed by the neighbourhood dogs. If it finally dawns on you, if you’re lucky enough You’ll realize what’s happening and why it’s so to
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