Don't get me wrong, I'm sure the treatment was very good for my hair. As the polished lady in charge told me, the intensive dura-enhancement therapie would fill in the gaps between the protein in each strand of my hair caused by the uneven tilt in the Earth's axis, which is worsened by the increasing frequency of the solar storms on the surface of the sun. Okay she didn't really say that, but her explanation was just as incomprehensible.
I emerged from the experience rather bemused by the whole concept. Classified as a luxury treatment, and certainly priced as one at Rs. 2600 (but we will come to that later), the entire process involved a man with rather extravagant hair rubbing various types of goo into my tresses while I tried to read an outdated Vogue with my neck in an unbearably awkward angle. He then proceeded to tell me I was graying at an alarming rate, something I already knew but always appreciate being reminded of by complete strangers. And why do these places believe that if the air conditioning isn't low enough to make penguins don parka's and mufflers they will lose their luxury status? They may not be aware of this, but freezing your clients balls off (I know this doesn't apply to me exactly, but 'freezing your tits off' just doesn't convey the scope and suffering of it quite as well) is not considered a hallmark of luxury. Though they did offer me tea OR coffee and I suppose variety in the free beverage department is a step in the right direction, and there were a multitude of Plasma TV's showing... Well I don't know know what they were showing because I spent the majority of my two hour treatment staring straight up at the ceiling. Now if they had a Plasma TV up there I would have been impressed. Instead I now know exactly how many lights there are on the ceiling of the therapy room (six), how many of them work (five), where the plaster is cracking (top left corner) and a number of other irrelevant details I am afraid I may have committed to memory forever.
Anyway, the goo came on, there was a little head massage which was nice, and then the goo came off. And that was it. Oh admittedly my hair is now all sleek and shiny (see image below), so I suppose it's not all bad, but I simply cannot comprehend how someone, ANYONE, would be willing to part with two and a half K to have goo rubbed into their hair and then rinsed off. I, of course, was there on a freebie, but I can assure you that had I been paying for it I would have been cranky. Err. Crankier.
I suppose I am being unkind, it wasn't completely unbearable. The staff were by and large lovely people, and they were attentive and accommodating and clearly very well trained. I just think our concepts of luxury are irreconcilable. When someone offers me luxury I imagine, at the very least, being draped in satin and being fed fat free yet delicious chocolate cupcakes by scantily dressed male athletes who proceed to rub warm, aromatic oil all over me. Though in retrospect I suppose that may be asking too much of any salon not based out of ancient Greece.
1 comment:
you know everything except the first 3 mm of your hair is dead tissue right? its chemically the same as your fingernails.. :) but it was free so whatever.. how'd you get a freebie btw?
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