Fringe /frɪndʒ/ Pronunciation Key - Show Spelled Pronunciation[frinj] Pronunciation Key - Show IPA Pronunciation noun, verb, fringed, fring‧ing.
–noun-
1. a decorative border of thread, cord, or the like, usually hanging loosely from a raveled edge or separate strip.
2. anything resembling or suggesting this: a fringe of grass around a swimming pool.
3. an outer edge; margin; periphery: on the fringe of the art world.
4. something regarded as peripheral, marginal, secondary, or extreme in relation to something else: the lunatic fringe of a strong political party.
5. Optics. one of the alternate light and dark bands produced by diffraction or interference.
–noun-
1. a decorative border of thread, cord, or the like, usually hanging loosely from a raveled edge or separate strip.
2. anything resembling or suggesting this: a fringe of grass around a swimming pool.
3. an outer edge; margin; periphery: on the fringe of the art world.
4. something regarded as peripheral, marginal, secondary, or extreme in relation to something else: the lunatic fringe of a strong political party.
5. Optics. one of the alternate light and dark bands produced by diffraction or interference.
This definition and various meanings of the word FRINGE jus complicate matters more.
When i heard about : BEYOND THE FRINGE, two thoughts came to my mind:
a. Either it has something to do with the mental hospital, where patients are BEYOND the FRINGE, ie. out of bounds, irrational, crazy, wierd or jus plain mad.
b. Or it has something to with that cute little fringe, which chicks have on their hair, u knw something lk the hanging hair on the forehead, somewhat like the yesteryears' Sadhana.
I was relieved, much to my chagrin, to find out that Beyond the Fringe was associated with the second (part B) of my thots.
In a moment of rare metrosexuality, I entered the beauty salon, Beyond the Fringe at Altamount Road. Regularly the domain of mom and Karishma, when it came to those parloury treatments which ladies are accustomed to, I was forced into submission to visit Beyond the Fringe (now BTF).
Alrite, so I admit, my soles and my fingers were maligned horribly and I looked like one of those junglee adivasis, if someone were to judge me frm my extremities.
Still, thats no reason for a GUY to visit a BEAUTY SALON. That, usually is reserved for the signoras, the ladies in my life.
Kari was pestering me to visit BTF since she became a fan of tht place, which is more than 2 years now. I obviously kept on avoiding it all the while, for numerous reasons, the plain one being i was embarassed.
Well, wot do ya expect?? Despite my well-maintained macho image (ok ok ..jus a little macho though), I decided to swallow the embarrasment and caved in to my sis' request.
I visited a BEAUTY SALON.
Shit, this is embarassing, heheee...
Now, I expected BTF to be this swarming place with sexy chicks and loud girly music, with loads of magazines on one table, and a mean Baawi aunty sitting at the manager's desk, making the chicks slave and paying zilch to them.
To an extent, this was true, except for the sexy chicks (of course..hehee. The Baawi aunty is the truth but..seriously..It was exactly as i had imagined.
Anyway, Kari had booked an appointment for me at 6 pm, so it was the perfect excuse to get off work earlier than usual. Trundling along, I reached the shining gates of BTF. Looked fantastic from the exterior. But, as wisdom prevailed, I thot it better not to judge, yet.
hmm..so..without my permission, payment towards my treatment was already done. All i had to do was jus grace them wid my presence..hahaa..easier said than done.
Man, I was embarrased pehle se...on top of that..women on the road wr staring at me as i was entering that place..felt damn guilty yaar..i thot i was performing a criminal act. Bloody hell !!
Andar aaya, found Kari and Ma there already, glowing frm their treatments. Kari had a wicked, triumphant grin on her face as i entered. Mom was perplexed noticing my expressions of disappointment (no sexy chicks naa..thts why !!) and the embarassment, which i was tryin to hide desperately. I mean, so what ??? Guys do this al da time..see Beckham, see Luis figo, see SRK...but i wasnt any of those yaaa...meri to fatti padi thi...
That Baawi aunty smiled warmly at me and showed me to the person who was gonna treat me ( I will call him Treater). Beknownst to me, I was booked for MANI-PEDI...shittttttt...ok guys..pls don judge me..and stop laughing !!! come onnnn!!!
My sister fooled me..i was told only somethng for my nails..which i keep biting constantly...I was duped...and this jus added to the embarrasment doubly.
Umesh was a fav amongst the ladies for this job..and dint flinch on operating upon a guy..bt i flinched...but to tell ya the truth..he did a fine job...heheee
We started by makin me sit into one of those big, comfy chairs, thankfully facing away frm the crowd and the mirror. Umesh examined my fingernails and gave me a killin look...like wotta perpetrator i am to bite my nails..He sensed a challenge, he liked it. I hated it.
He started filing those nails at first..and man..it hurt a bit..then u get used to it...my other hand was unceremoniously dumped in a bowl (sort of) of hot, soapy water, i guess to soften the nails. After filing them, he applied some cream and did the same wid the other hand, with the first hand in another hot, soapy bowl. This went on for a good 15 min. Finally, he started pluckin the crap outta my nails...near the crescent...o god!! save me..wot pain !! The result: shiny, half-eaten, human-like (now) fingernails.
All this while, my feet wr immersed into this vibrating tub of hot, soapy water. Umesh sighed as he took the feet, one by one, on the lap and started rubbing them with some sorta foot-spiky-thing...which looks like one those hand held oblong mirrors, except that there is hard cold steel there in the mirror's place. He went on rubbing with glee, cutting thru the fat layers of skin on my soles...It dint pain at all...probably cos of no place for nerves down there...wot with all the kachra !! hehee..
Then, toe nails. This one was relatively relaxing and easy. Dint even know wot happened.
Result: Shiny, not-at-all-eaten, human-like toenails.
Iona, this lady in green, happened to visit me while Umesh was doing me (pls dont misunderstand me here !!). Kari had pointed out my bald pate frm far and Iona had come to take a look. After finding it as not-so-horrible-as-Kari-had-explained, she suddenly instructed this fancy dude (who looked to me like Edward Scissorhands) to suddenly come and gimme a trim.... A TRIM !!!!! i dont have HAIR..dudeeeee..whr the hell is he gonna trim....wots he gonnna trim...shittttttt !!!!! She went so far as to suggest me to HIGHLIGHT my crown....wud u belive that>?? HIGHLIGHT ???? hahahahaaaa..that did it...i was storming wid fury inside..and gave Kari a contemptous look...as hard as i cud..o man !! she ran away out for some other work...leaving me at the mercy of those jackasses...by the way..she even made me purchase a Volume-builder shampoo-conditioner.
Anyway, Javed trimmed my hair..and to my irritation, GELLED them...i god !! baal nahi aur upar se gel..mummmmy...he tried his best to cover up the baldnesss...hey bhagwan..i gave up..and jus tried to relax myself...I dunno if u guys have heard this one: (though its cheap) When u know ur getting ****ed, rather sit back and enjoy !!
I did jus that...After that, nothng cud hurt me...I had turned into a GIRL, well..almost !!
Result: Shiny, round, gelled head with spikes with baldness concealed
Hmmm....after a relaxing massage on the feet and on the hands by Umesh...i got up jus in time to see Kari entering back into the parlour..and excitedly askin Umesh to finish everythng in a hurry...
So..1600 bucks lighter, feeling like a girl and a jackass...duped by my own troop...tipping those "guys" at the Salon...I finally squirmed myself out of BTF...wot an ordeal!!!...trust me...no hot-blooded guy shd go thru what i went thru.
Would u belive it..they expect me to come backkk...i mean...wotta nerve !!! rather unjudicious, I say !!
Kari had another surprise up her sleeve...and i was wary of her now..I cudnt bring myself to trust her anymore..not today atleast..
The day ended with a perfect note...I was the proud owner of the PSP...man..did i deserve tht or wot...I mean..what else cud make a guy feel more macho than a video game of cops in full pursuit of gangs...hahaaa..Kari gifted me the PlayStation Portable...one of ma dreams come true...its beautiful...and jus wot i wanted...really fantastic!!!!
Ohh..i frgot to mention one thing
My dad was blissfully unaware of all this..my appointment...my schedule..my ordeal..after telling him, so to make things as they were...he called me a WUSS and ended the nite.
Wall
When i heard about : BEYOND THE FRINGE, two thoughts came to my mind:
a. Either it has something to do with the mental hospital, where patients are BEYOND the FRINGE, ie. out of bounds, irrational, crazy, wierd or jus plain mad.
b. Or it has something to with that cute little fringe, which chicks have on their hair, u knw something lk the hanging hair on the forehead, somewhat like the yesteryears' Sadhana.
I was relieved, much to my chagrin, to find out that Beyond the Fringe was associated with the second (part B) of my thots.
In a moment of rare metrosexuality, I entered the beauty salon, Beyond the Fringe at Altamount Road. Regularly the domain of mom and Karishma, when it came to those parloury treatments which ladies are accustomed to, I was forced into submission to visit Beyond the Fringe (now BTF).
Alrite, so I admit, my soles and my fingers were maligned horribly and I looked like one of those junglee adivasis, if someone were to judge me frm my extremities.
Still, thats no reason for a GUY to visit a BEAUTY SALON. That, usually is reserved for the signoras, the ladies in my life.
Kari was pestering me to visit BTF since she became a fan of tht place, which is more than 2 years now. I obviously kept on avoiding it all the while, for numerous reasons, the plain one being i was embarassed.
Well, wot do ya expect?? Despite my well-maintained macho image (ok ok ..jus a little macho though), I decided to swallow the embarrasment and caved in to my sis' request.
I visited a BEAUTY SALON.
Shit, this is embarassing, heheee...
Now, I expected BTF to be this swarming place with sexy chicks and loud girly music, with loads of magazines on one table, and a mean Baawi aunty sitting at the manager's desk, making the chicks slave and paying zilch to them.
To an extent, this was true, except for the sexy chicks (of course..hehee. The Baawi aunty is the truth but..seriously..It was exactly as i had imagined.
Anyway, Kari had booked an appointment for me at 6 pm, so it was the perfect excuse to get off work earlier than usual. Trundling along, I reached the shining gates of BTF. Looked fantastic from the exterior. But, as wisdom prevailed, I thot it better not to judge, yet.
hmm..so..without my permission, payment towards my treatment was already done. All i had to do was jus grace them wid my presence..hahaa..easier said than done.
Man, I was embarrased pehle se...on top of that..women on the road wr staring at me as i was entering that place..felt damn guilty yaar..i thot i was performing a criminal act. Bloody hell !!
Andar aaya, found Kari and Ma there already, glowing frm their treatments. Kari had a wicked, triumphant grin on her face as i entered. Mom was perplexed noticing my expressions of disappointment (no sexy chicks naa..thts why !!) and the embarassment, which i was tryin to hide desperately. I mean, so what ??? Guys do this al da time..see Beckham, see Luis figo, see SRK...but i wasnt any of those yaaa...meri to fatti padi thi...
That Baawi aunty smiled warmly at me and showed me to the person who was gonna treat me ( I will call him Treater). Beknownst to me, I was booked for MANI-PEDI...shittttttt...ok guys..pls don judge me..and stop laughing !!! come onnnn!!!
My sister fooled me..i was told only somethng for my nails..which i keep biting constantly...I was duped...and this jus added to the embarrasment doubly.
Umesh was a fav amongst the ladies for this job..and dint flinch on operating upon a guy..bt i flinched...but to tell ya the truth..he did a fine job...heheee
We started by makin me sit into one of those big, comfy chairs, thankfully facing away frm the crowd and the mirror. Umesh examined my fingernails and gave me a killin look...like wotta perpetrator i am to bite my nails..He sensed a challenge, he liked it. I hated it.
He started filing those nails at first..and man..it hurt a bit..then u get used to it...my other hand was unceremoniously dumped in a bowl (sort of) of hot, soapy water, i guess to soften the nails. After filing them, he applied some cream and did the same wid the other hand, with the first hand in another hot, soapy bowl. This went on for a good 15 min. Finally, he started pluckin the crap outta my nails...near the crescent...o god!! save me..wot pain !! The result: shiny, half-eaten, human-like (now) fingernails.
All this while, my feet wr immersed into this vibrating tub of hot, soapy water. Umesh sighed as he took the feet, one by one, on the lap and started rubbing them with some sorta foot-spiky-thing...which looks like one those hand held oblong mirrors, except that there is hard cold steel there in the mirror's place. He went on rubbing with glee, cutting thru the fat layers of skin on my soles...It dint pain at all...probably cos of no place for nerves down there...wot with all the kachra !! hehee..
Then, toe nails. This one was relatively relaxing and easy. Dint even know wot happened.
Result: Shiny, not-at-all-eaten, human-like toenails.
Iona, this lady in green, happened to visit me while Umesh was doing me (pls dont misunderstand me here !!). Kari had pointed out my bald pate frm far and Iona had come to take a look. After finding it as not-so-horrible-as-Kari-had-explained, she suddenly instructed this fancy dude (who looked to me like Edward Scissorhands) to suddenly come and gimme a trim.... A TRIM !!!!! i dont have HAIR..dudeeeee..whr the hell is he gonna trim....wots he gonnna trim...shittttttt !!!!! She went so far as to suggest me to HIGHLIGHT my crown....wud u belive that>?? HIGHLIGHT ???? hahahahaaaa..that did it...i was storming wid fury inside..and gave Kari a contemptous look...as hard as i cud..o man !! she ran away out for some other work...leaving me at the mercy of those jackasses...by the way..she even made me purchase a Volume-builder shampoo-conditioner.
Anyway, Javed trimmed my hair..and to my irritation, GELLED them...i god !! baal nahi aur upar se gel..mummmmy...he tried his best to cover up the baldnesss...hey bhagwan..i gave up..and jus tried to relax myself...I dunno if u guys have heard this one: (though its cheap) When u know ur getting ****ed, rather sit back and enjoy !!
I did jus that...After that, nothng cud hurt me...I had turned into a GIRL, well..almost !!
Result: Shiny, round, gelled head with spikes with baldness concealed
Hmmm....after a relaxing massage on the feet and on the hands by Umesh...i got up jus in time to see Kari entering back into the parlour..and excitedly askin Umesh to finish everythng in a hurry...
So..1600 bucks lighter, feeling like a girl and a jackass...duped by my own troop...tipping those "guys" at the Salon...I finally squirmed myself out of BTF...wot an ordeal!!!...trust me...no hot-blooded guy shd go thru what i went thru.
Would u belive it..they expect me to come backkk...i mean...wotta nerve !!! rather unjudicious, I say !!
Kari had another surprise up her sleeve...and i was wary of her now..I cudnt bring myself to trust her anymore..not today atleast..
The day ended with a perfect note...I was the proud owner of the PSP...man..did i deserve tht or wot...I mean..what else cud make a guy feel more macho than a video game of cops in full pursuit of gangs...hahaaa..Kari gifted me the PlayStation Portable...one of ma dreams come true...its beautiful...and jus wot i wanted...really fantastic!!!!
Ohh..i frgot to mention one thing
My dad was blissfully unaware of all this..my appointment...my schedule..my ordeal..after telling him, so to make things as they were...he called me a WUSS and ended the nite.
Wall
1 comment:
Dude....1600 bucks to preen yourself???? an entire village could get their haircuts for an entire year in that amount...
guess this is the death of the regular saloon...
wot next? cosmetic dentistry - fitting diamonds in your teeth? Botox? Eyebrow shaping?
Anyways...a GOOD read... lookin fwd to more!
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