die medusa!

in a moment of sheer recklessness and in a desperate attempt to tame medusa the bitch i went and bought an alice band. 'alice band' (let me show off my wikipedia skills here) is a hairband! called so after alice of the lewis caroll fame wore one... for the less enlightened, yep, (fervent apologies for this example) the kind that abhishek bachhan sports... these were the coolest things to wear when i was in school. fancy polka dotted ones, fat, fabric bands with gay, flower prints and the plasticky red ones that snapped easily.
back in school (the god forsaken semi marathi medium school that i went to in bombay) these were banned! and our teachers, to make up for the lack of orgasms in their celibate, spinster lives, made up about 73 rules just about... HAIR! How long it should be so it could be coerced into two oily plaits with black, bow like ribbon knots, pony tails were not allowed... like a pony tail was some sex appeal beacon; no clips were allowed, our ugly blue pinafores had to stretch to our toes, we couldnt roll up our socks and when we walked in a line, we had to demurely look down and fold our hands behind our back!
so much for my pristine school years and childhood, i still turned out like this!

so going back to the alice band that sits precariously on my head, making me look like some juvenile delinquent with a bad hair day... i realise these things dont work. medusa the bitch snarls back at me and goads her snakes to run further amuck, the hair shampoo advertisements weave a silken web of sinister deceit and sell yet another bottle of 'mirror-shine-cascade-sheath' shampoo for that sucker with string beans for hair... sigh... maybe i should bury the brushes and grow me some deadlocks.