another medusa tale

if I write this post, you are going to think i am obsessed with hair… my own, then the mohawk’s, then curly’s and now the husband’s.
but if you are going to spend an entire lifetime with a bloke who looks like he is wearing an entire unweeded backyard and all its inhabitants on his head, you will certainly not be so benevolent. this is the look the husband sports these days. he is quite pleased with it, “look, no combing required”, he said, patting his hair in place and then raking it all up with a few flicks. i watched with a grim expression and some apprehension.
i didn’t know about this penchant of the husband’s.
just a month back i had managed to coerce and beguile the husband into getting rid of the fuzz disguised as a french beard on his chin. i remember it had taken some effort and all my wily charms. the first few times, i had been nice and graceful about this, assuming this was some sort of passing fancy. and in any case with hair like mine, i really didnt think it was proper and respectable to go about telling people what they should be doing about their hair.

but it was the last straw a couple of days back when amma and appa visited and took a good, long look at the husband. ma sipped her filter coffee, and stole glances at the husband (mine), finally throwing all discretion into the air, she said,"are you alright? you dont look too well", then she turned to me with a stern expression and said in tamil,"arent you taking care of him? he looks so thin and just look at his hair!" the poor husband looked on innocently, blissfully unaware of this part of the exchange (these mixed marriages sure have their advantages).

i squirmed and mumbled something about the husband being busy. now the dashed thing about all this is, since we got married the husband's been growing thinner and i have been growing fatter. picture this, a perfectly clean faced man goes and loses weight, grows his hair and refuses to shave and all of this happens within 2 months of his tying the knot. now,what do you deduce sherlock? what a presumptuous, prejudiced, unimaginative bunch you are!

so thats how things are now... after several strategems failed, i went and threatened the husband,"if you dont go and get a haircut, i am going to write about it in my blog!"
though i managed to get a few cringes and dilute assurances in response, there have been no other tangible results. hence the post. this bit of dirty linen needs washing on the web!
meanwhile... i summon my powers of endurance (should i tie ribbons in his hair every night when he is asleep?)!