Recourse to Plath

The Companionable Ills


The nose-end that twitches, the old imperfections---
Tolerable now as moles on the face
Put up with until chagrin gives place
To a wry complaisance---
Dug in first as God's spurs
To start the spirit out of the mud
It stabled in; long-used, became well-loved
Bedfellows of the spirit's debauch, fond masters.

Straying Hairs....

“I refuse to think of them as chin hairs. I think of them as stray eyebrows” - Janette Barber, stand-up comic

For once I have an explanation to what those black strands are doing way below my so called head…. each time I resorted to creams and gels and threads and painful waxing procedures, which I resented I racked my brain to come up with some rational explanation as to why they were there….and now I know!

And all this while I wondered how I could laugh about growing a partial beard like my dad, bro and hubby…. but hey it wasn’t a galactic conspiracy. It was just that like my spinal column fucked up and gave me two damn extra bones, my damn eyebrows forgot their limits and overflowed….a wee bit under!

What with extra bones, misdirected and stray hairs, almost joint eyebrows, (yeah not just Kajol folks, but in now way imitating the bewildering and frightening bridge that Karishma Kapoor sported) frizzy limp brown hair, a full figure (read overweight) and ……(better left unsaid, making me suddenly develop a complex) I have concluded that my body shall be given away to the world of science to learn what the repercussions of multitudes of errors can do…

And in the meantime, God bless her sweet soul for finally ending the traumatic overtures of the little grey cells to be creative on this one….