Mother applied oodles of oil on our heads when we were kids. Years later I happened to meet an old classmate and what she said only corroborated facts.
“Of course I remember both you and your sis. You girls used to drip oil!” she said shuddering dramatically.
I don’t blame her. The picture evoked makes me shudder even now, more than a quarter century later. It figures though, what she said I mean. The oil-dripping phase of us sisters is in itself a faint memory, but I remember with more clarity my little brother being referred to by the sobriquet of ‘velichenna’ (coconut oil) by one of my much older cousins. (Omigosh, I am due for a visit at my brother’s in a couple of weeks time and I only hope this bit of revelation does not shut his doors for me. Aaaaargh!!! Me and my tap dancing fingers!! Blogging is my bane!!) The long-haired and bell-bottomed in the latest fashion of the times cousin brother of mine whom we were visiting at the time, then turned to Mother and joked,
“Got it in barrels back at home eh??”
Of course, every Mallu* worth his name has it, coconut oil I mean, if not in barrels at least in huge pet bottles which are the latest in storage device. Is it for nothing that this land is called Keralam, land of coconuts?? Applying plenty of coconut oil to hair and having a bath are daily musts in every true Mallu’s life. Ooops… Let me hasten to add that the rest of the country bathes and applies oil daily too. Phew. That was a narrow escape. I think I almost had a revolution on my hands with that statement. Let me explain the difference though.
In Malluland the daily bath is a head bath unlike in the rest of the country. Every morning finds wet-haired Mallus everywhere you look: on roads, trains, buses, cars, schools, colleges, offices, markets, tea-shops, vegetable shops, sweet-shops, toddy shops, temples, fields, highways, by-lanes, inside houses, outside, wayside, beneath coconut trees, on top of coconut trees … in short everywhere. Water shortage and the rebellious nature of the newer generation are rewriting the patterns and eating into the numbers. But even as I write this, the wet-haired Mallus still hold the forte with sheer numbers.
Most of this wet-hair will be styled in the ‘killipinnal’ (After all aren’t women more in number in Malluland?!) fashion which is THE hair style of all true blooded Mallu girls and women. You take a killu (pinch) of hair from the right side, (which can be from above your ears, from right behind it or from slightly below depending on the likings of the individual, one of those rare freedoms allowed girls) then a killu from the left and finally a killu from behind your head. With the three little pinches (killu) of hair you have collected, you make a tiny braid to hold the rest of your hair so that it can be left open. This is the standard hair-style the Mallu girls/women opt for after their head bath when their hair is still wet. And this is also the one that my monkeys… err I mean sons, especially the senior one hated (or still does??).
“What’s this??” he would ask brows wrinkled in disapproval. “This doesn’t suit you!”
“But it’s convenient” I smile at him. “Keeps my hair in place while I go about my work”
“Cheee!” more disapproval
Of course this was during the time when my tresses were still in competition with the famed legendary ones of a certain Ms Rapunzel. Now that I have chopped them off (letting Rapunzel keep her title in the bargain), I don’t need the killipinnal to hold my hair in place. But I am digressing. (Sigh! What’s new??) We were talking of oil.
Oil says the general Mallu wisdom, is good for your hair. So from times immemorial Mallu mothers have been pouring oil, not only over troubled waters the gems that they are, but also over their children’s heads, if not in bucketfuls at least in spoonfuls from said bucket. The result?? Shiny hair sticking together in bunches, never free to ripple in waves oh so tantalizingly when the head is shaken even a wee little bit.
The Mallu poets, like those of their counterparts elsewhere, go ga-ga over long hair. My grandfather also went ga-ga over long hair though not in poetic form and in the process made life a bit difficult for the younger generation including yours truly who wanted to experiment with the different lengths and cuts in hair styles. They, the poets and also the novelists, probably my grandfather too, liken it to the dark clouds gathering before a storm and what not. The lot of them go into rapturous delight describing the scent of kachiya enna (heated oil) with all the accompanying smells of the different herbs mixed in it, emanating from the heroine’s well-oiled head of hair. Many of them have written about wanting to bury their heads in their beloved’s thick hair. Ugh! Now I shudder.
I am only a woman and what do I really know about what the men want!! But if I were a man, burying my face in the loveliest of hair, however much they resemble the darkest of storm clouds and oh so inviting, would be the last thing on my mind if they were oily. Of course there is no accounting for tastes. Perhaps men do like to end up with a greasy face?? But.. but…let me see, is this desire of burying faces in kachiya enna thecha mudi (hair massaged with specially prepared oil) an easy way the men have found to apply oil to their faces?? Hmmm… worth checking. Some of them are pretty lazy.
Well like I said, I am not too sure about the veracity of this desire on the male of the species, whatever the poets say. Poets everyone knows, are crazy (I am sure Obelix would agree with me) and so are novelists. So one cannot actually go by what they say. But our mothers would have us believe that the perfectly oiled hair was what a girl was all about to the men. Once reading a story where the hero waxed eloquent about the smell of shampoo from the heroine’s hair, Mother went so far as to dismiss it saying it simply could NOT have been written by a man but was surely the handiwork of some devilish woman. So closely knit is the poet/novelist and kaachiya enna!
This total faith in oiling your hair finds its exact parallel in watering of plants in summer. You water the plants profusely and daily in summer. Same goes for the use of oil mothers of Malluland teach the young ones. Daily and in huge quantities if you want your hair to grow luxuriantly. I know some of you are baffled by what is wrong with oiling your hair daily. I am sorry I didn’t tell you the res of the matter. The Mallu does not wash the oil away from his hair. It remains on the wet glistening head of the Mallu even after his/her bath. The next day more of oil is added to the already existing quantity on the head.
Now take this liberal use of oil, the head bath and the humid climate of Malluland and you have Disaster on your hands. Enter any public transport at peak hour or any busy area thronging with people and all you can smell is profuse sweat (common all over the world where humans congregate in large numbers) and rancid coconut oil, (which is pure Malluland special). The humidity here makes you sweat like a pig. By the way do pigs sweat?? I ask its forgiveness if I have got my facts wrong. The profuse sweating and coconut oil are a deadly combo for suffocation and also for falling sick.
I was forever a sick child. Colds and fevers were my best buddies, not to mention the wheezing. Look at how the conversations used to go in the college hostel.
Scene 1
Friend: Hey lets go!
Me: (mumble mumble)
Friend: (comes over and puts hands to forehead) Oh God you have a fever! (Runs to fetch Matron)
Scene 2
Friend: Let’s have ice cream
Me: Hunhu I don’t feel like it
Friend: (too stunned for words hence unable to react for a few seconds)
Me: (wearily)What??
Friend: (puts hand to my forehead) Gosh you have fever!
I hope you get my point. I was called the Pani Kutty aka Fever Girl. Though college and hostel meant a lot of freedom from Mother and her oil dispensing methods, habits learnt at your Mother’s knee, die hard. With no Mother to supervise things, the quantity of oil was reduced drastically and shampoos were brought into the picture. But, my thick and unruly long hair refused to obey new orders and stood out in defiance making me look like a rakshasi (female demon) of the epics and I am thankful that the song ‘Rakshasi rakshasi’ which is popular now hadn’t yet been written those days.
It may come as a shock to the younger generation, but those were ancient times and conditioners were not yet heard of and were unavailable in the market. I had to tame this thick unruly and long hair of mine. So reluctantly I used to apply a little, just a wee little oil and in true Mallu style, leave it in my hair. Needless to say, I used to promptly fall sick. Not everyone can handle oil, sun and humidity the same way. I was one among those who couldn’t. Well, who thinks about the welfare of individuals, isn’t common good what it’s all about??!!
One day years later when I remarked about my frequent headaches, colds and sore throats whenever I venture out with oil in my hair, one of my uncles said it was only natural that it occurred so. Oil and sun and humidity, what else do you expect?? ‘All this oiling of hair was for the times when life was not led the way we lead it now’ he said. Right then I wanted to dump a truck load of red bricks on the collective heads of the elders in my family of the ‘We For Oil Brigade’ for all the suffering they had put me through. By then of course having married and moved away to a home and family of my own, I had already put an end to this method of storing oil in your hair and its slow transferring to pillows, sheets, husband, kids …in short anything the hair came in contact with.
In subsequent years, I stuck to the new wisdom that says, oil does its work in the first half an hour of applying. So, after the mandatory half an hour or even one whole hour, I banish it via the medium of a shampoo and water down the drain to regions so specified by the Municipal Corporation where I believe it truly belongs once its work is done. And I tell you from the time I reduced my contact time with coconut oil, I was transformed magically from the Forever Fever Girl to Occasional Fever Girl! I made sure that my monkeys …err I mean sons, also followed the same pattern.
Yet I see a lot of people around me putting to good use the coconut oil produced in God’s Own Land by the barrels and surviving pretty well too. Alas, the oil consumption in my own home is down to the minimum. Of course I tend to hear disparaging remarks about my ‘chembicha mudi’ (rust colored dry hair due to lack of oil) which according to Mother and all other seniors as also the will always be bound by tradition and nothing else types who are fans of shiny black hair where the shine and the blackness are from the oodles of oil, is no longer as thick or as black as during the oil-days. Me?? I love my mudi (hair) the way it is, chembichu light and bouncy. Oh yeah I am happy with my hair.
*Mallu – is a Malayali, like me, resident of the God’s Own Country which is none other than Kerala, land of coconuts and coconut oil.
Roopa said:
how true shail. i remember the remonstrations we (i and my sister) used to make about applying coconut oil which was about every alternate day when shampooing was restricted to once a week. i have since then graduated to weekly twice oiling and shampooing, but my hair worries remain 😦 ..i still don’t like my hair! great post, by the way…i almost forgot to mention it 😉
Roopa, I remember reading about the time you went for a hair-cut. When people see me they tend to go ‘aiyyayyayyo!’ coz my hair is much thinner than it used to be. But to tell you the truth, what’s the point in having thick unruly hair that has a mind of its own?? 😛
Usha said:
Ahahahahaha! I loved this:) It would seem that you’ve, once again, written about me too.. 🙂 Especially the oodles of oil in the hair, and no to shampoos when I was growing up, till college in fact, as you mention too! No cutting absolutely, maybe an occasional trim at home, by mom.. 😀 !! And this was me, in Bangalore where I grew up, not even in Kerala.. the We for Oil Elders had tenacious grips on the generation, no matter where.. hehehehe!
The situation here is still the same, even now, the killipinnal, , the crowds, the humidity and of course, the oil 🙂 Even when I go to school, most teachers dress their hair this way, EVEN now.. lol! For me, after I got married, and pushed off to the furthest north..hehehe.. Delhi..the first thing I did was kinda chop about 6 inches off… sheer courage that took! Of course I never heard the end of it, from my m i l.. 🙂 though she was understanding and really modern in her outlook.. the “kaarkoondal” was the great importance, and she despaired of her colleagues at work comments about where my hair had gone.. 🙂 Well I could go on and on.. but you’ve got everything in so very very beautifully, that I’d pale in comparison!
A lovely post, as always, Shail.. 🙂
Usha, we belong to the same times, so similar experiences eh?? Yeah I know what you mean by the ‘EVEN now’! You can read about my hair-cutting experiences/experiments here I have a good mind to go and have a boy cut now. Hmm… still mulling over it. I can already hear some ‘Nahiiiiiis’ I might just do it to hear that.
Rashmi said:
LOL!! that brings back memories.. though not from malluland. My mother was also the “we for the oil Brigade”. Oh the wars we used to have about Oiling my hair. I was so glad to be a teenager, not for the mood swings ofcourse but for the fact that I did as I pleased with my hair.. I had this feeling that the reason why they wanted us girls to load our hair was to Frighten the boys. Would anyone in their right mind ever come close to Rancid oil and sweat perfume?
Rashmi, I am lol @ “I had this feeling that the reason why they wanted us girls to load our hair was to Frighten the boys.” Cool!! I know, who in their right minds would want to get anywhere near the rancid smell of oil. The Oil Brigade were pretty smart eh?? 😛
Praveen said:
Got here after Usha mam’s recommendation…and now I have to thank her a lot..
what a post! hehe..I could relate to it so much cos even I used to be that quintessential Mallu guy with oil dripping from his hair. It was an embarrasment for me in school when my friends called me a ‘fan of nazir’ :p…
anyway, as I grew older oil use reduced to a large extent and it ended up as the ‘touch up’ thing in its present form..
great post!
Praveen, welcome to my page and thanks for the appreciation. Lol @ ‘fan of Nazir.’ Phew, everyone seems to have an oil-story in their past. 😀
DeeAnne said:
Oh the luxury of being oil free these days! I can pick and choose when to use it and not have worry about the sharp slap from the slipper of my grandmother.
A bit of warm oil goes a long way, then it goes down that drain where it belongs.
DeeAnne, oops slap from good old grandma eh?? :O
I know what you mean about the luxury of being. I enjoy it now too: oil-free at last!!
Vivek said:
Great post Shaila. But you know, Mallus don’t hold a patent on oil application. In the North it is the Sarson ka tel and its not just on the head, one has to bathe the whole body in it. If you ever travel in a Mumbai local during rush hours you might get caught between a coconut flavored mallu and a sarson flavored northern brother. DO nothing just close your eyes and enjoy the aroma. There is no other option believe me.
Thanks Vivek. Ahh, let me tell you about my Sarson Experience. My monkeys used to return from their jaunts with the bhaiyyas smelling to high heaven of sarson ka tel. Now you have scared me good and proper Vivek, I am NOT going to travel by a Mumbai local!! :O
Gulshan said:
Sigh! And here i have a mother who is forever on at me to cut my little-longer-than-shoulder-length hair, and a bT (betterThreequarter, for the uninitiated), who loves long hair! But, yes, if i don’t oil it soon AFTER i wash it, i could do a fairly good impersonation of SatyaSaiBaba — that too in his heyday!
Oh, the mind with its own hair eh Gulshan, that needs a little bit of oil to see reason?? Lol @ ‘a fairly good impersonation of SatyaSaiBaba’ 😀
Manju said:
Shail, wonderful post! It had me smiling from start to finish.
Your association with coconut oil seems to have had many ups and downs! When I was a child, applying coconut oil was mandatory in our home, but only once a week. And in lesser amounts, I think.:)
Manju, glad to have made you smile. Only once a week?? How lucky!! 🙂
arch said:
🙂
Hey Arch, nice to see you here!
indianhomemaker said:
You have been tagged 🙂
IHM, what, when, how, where, why?? :O
mathew said:
I think its inherent attraction of every mallu..we just go after place where you get oil..ever wondered the huge presence in middle east…we boil in pride on hearing coconut oil!!;-D
On a serious note..i guess the trend is changing..it was unthinkable for me as a kid to take a bath without a generous dash of coconut oil….that seems like a generation ago..
Haha, that explains the number of Mallus thronging the ‘Gelf’ eh?? 😛 Yes Mathew the trend is changing but at a snail’s pace I feel. Did you read Usha’s comment above??
Ganga said:
hmmm…though i am not of the oil brigade, i do go all dewy eyed when i catch a whiff of kachiya enna…especially when you mix half cup coconut milk and boil it with half cup coconut oil….heavenly…the way my kids smell after their weekly sunday oil bath…sigh!
Ganga, yeah kachiya enna smells divine so long as its coming from someone else’s head (and let me hasten to add,freshly applied!) as far as I am concerned! 😛 I know what you mean by the half coconut milk and half coconut oil kachiya enna. Do you add a little camphor to it too? That gives an absolutely divine aroma.
PRG said:
Being a Mallu myself I enjoyed it every bit. I have graduated from the Vellichenna to Brylcreem.I remember when I was working in Andhra, my colleagues used to wonder how I could have “head-bath’ everyday. They used to have a ‘shoulder bath’ which used to prompt me to ask them whether it was the left or right shoulder?
PRG, glad you enjoyed the enna puranam! 😛 Lol @ which shoulder. Yeah that is a question they must have struggled to answer! Lol.
Ritu said:
LOL, my son has sensitive skin, and the dermatologist has instructed him to slather coconut oil liberally on his body….. go figure!!!
Oeer more coconut oil huh?? Yeah Ritu, it is supposed to have be good for the skin says Mallu wisdom.
Pallavi said:
Hey,
That was hilarious. I remember the days we used to travel by bus to college. Very often, we would see a pretty head with shiny, oily pigtails. And knew we lived in a global village.
Cheers…
Welcome Pallavi and thanks. Shiny oily pig tails everywhere eh?? 🙂
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Pallavi said:
Just wrote something inspired by your post and added a link to your blog. Cheers!!
Have read it and left a comment Pallavi. Have been reading quite a few hair-blogs recently!!
Dreamer said:
LOL, Nice reading, I guess so many of us mallu girls went through the refusing to put coconut oil- shampooing- being called raksashi stage (aka teenage) in out life. You brought back so many memories 🙂
Me: Thank you Dreamer. Lol, I guess the ‘rakshasi’ stage is stage all go through though nowadays the conditioners are changing the look a bit! 😛
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sindhu said:
When I studied in Nepal,I had some Malayali friends who used to take regular head baths with coconut oil…I guess that’s the reason why most keralites have a typical hair texture.
I remember having a similar discussion with my friends once…head bath & shoulder bath…as mentioned by PRG above 🙂
Me: Yeah Keralites have daily head-baths! 🙂 And you can recognize a Mallu anywhere as the smell of coconut oil precedes him/her! 😉
Post Script said:
Haha. There are enough and more mallu kutties and chetas(?) in my class who still follow the tradition of a morning oiling. Not that I’m biased or anything, but why oh why can’t they just add a dash of perfume ? Doesn’t that solve atleast one (of the million) woes we ‘others’ are put through. Oh well.
I’ll hand it to you, though long, you’re posts are a delight to read. Good job *thumbs up*
Me: Hello Post Script, welcome to my page. That will be Mallu kutties and ‘kuttans’ as chattans only cover the lot older to you. Ha, a dash of perfume in the form of all those herbs doesn’t stop the woes of others my dear boy (assuming you are one of course coz the name Post Script does not reveal your gender)! Thank you for the compliment (“…. though long, you’re posts are a delight to read…”). Please keep visiting and giving me a few more! 😉 😛
Shilpa Garg said:
So very true! It reminded me of a Mallu friend of mine!! Not that, I was free from the Coconut Oil till my mother controlled (me and) my hair!!!
A very interesting expression!! 🙂
Me: Thanks Shilpa. Yeah, I guess most of us have gone through the oil-phase. But Mallus rule! 😉 BTW, welcome to my page.
ramya said:
great wording with understanding
Me: Welcome to my page and thank you Ramya.
MRC said:
“Got it in barrels back at home eh??”
😀
The stories , I mean!
Loved this post, and had an “AHA” moment , when I read about the smell of coconut oil part(used to work in a predominantly Mallu company eons ago)
Yes you’re right about the half an hour only part, and to my horror I discovered the other day that my mom’s moved on to the no oil at oil..er all stage! What are mothers coming to!
Me: Lol, yeah quite a few! 😉 BTW in the manner of the poet Shelley asking, ‘..if winter comes can spring be far behind??’ I ask, ‘…if you see a Mallu walking past, can the smell of coconut oil be far behind??’ 😉
Yep, what are mothers coming to (including myself!) !!!!!!!! 😉
leo said:
Hey i hate oil too!!i hate it,i hate it,i hate it…U c iam a person who hates oil on the skin..and i have a habit of scratching my head and running my fingers through my hair(iam single nw..of course i can run them thro my own hair only nw :D)..i think thats the only way i can start my thinkin process..kick-start my brain if u will..and what do i end up with?oodles of oil on my hand..urrrgh!!which naturally ends up all over my hand..and then i have to go thro the whole day with a layer of oil on my hand..its irritatin,fills up my sweat pores probably and leaves me feeling like a swollen frog..ya that comes close to the feelin..sticky and irritated and greasy..ya those re the words..i have forever felt that this might be the reason of the occasional change frm my cheerful,happy persona..to a i-hate-my-sticky-hair-and-hands-person..i have gone lengths to prevent this phenomena..tried shampoos and conditioners but like u said home-ground habits are hard to change..so with guilt welling up i reach out my hand for the velichenna bottle and yeah apply a wee bit of oil..but i tell u thats enough..the devil or watever thats in the stuff sticks on to my hair..never gets absorbed and ends up on my hand..oh the vicious circle!! most indian guys dream abt cars and gadgets for when they end up with a bulging wallet..but me?yeah pretty much those things plus i intend to go to an ayurveda guy and find hw to get my hair to absorb the oil or if there can be a sustitute to velichenna to leave me with healthy hair and non-greasy hands..U can never imagine the storms oil has raked up in my life..most people dread spiders and stuff..and while i do have my share of fright for creepy,crawly stuff iam filled with dread for the oil in my hair..i know rt aftr i take a bath that its going to find its way slowly on to my forehead slowly on to my fingers and on to my hands..and finally all over me!!help!!!iam being devoured by oil..rem those cartoons when a kid gets engulfed and devoured by a blob from outer-space?take out the bob and put in oil..u have me a few minutes aftr takin a bath.. 😀 i dont know why i put in a smiley..no laughin matter this..its wreckin my life! 😀 ..BTW i dont who the heck those guys are, who would love to dip their faces into their beloved’s oiled hair, but urs truly is not one of them..my lady love whoever she is, is going to be a sad lass if she thinks she can turn on her feminine charms with a dash of oil in her hair..Far from it i think i shd ask her when i first meet her whether she likes the stuff on her hair..yeah that could be one of my questions..its imperative to set the rules straight so that the lady love can keep lovin me with her flutterin heart..it wd be harsh to have to clip its wings off u kno, cos of a thing as silly and worthless as coconut oil..i can hear the roars and reprovals of the we-love-velichenna lobby as i write this..but hey nothing is going to sway my disapproval for the stuff.
Shail said:
@leo, OMG Leo, I do understand how you feel about oil. You ‘essay’ reveals your true feelings regards oil. 😉 The fact that you did not even pause to hit enter and make a new para tells me how disturbing a topic this is to you. I am with you. I hate oil. Persevere my child and free yourself from its influence. Look at me, I won the battle. Ahh bliss! 😛 😉 😆
G Vishwanath said:
You are lucky.
It was only coconut oil and you merely had to apply it on your head.
What about poor me and my brothers?
As a young boy, in the late fifties and early sixties, my mother forced us to swallow castor oil!
I am amused by the beliefs of that generation.
Oil on the head was needed for hair to grow as if oil was grass and our pate was earth! A weekly oil bath was necessary and we were warned about premature baldness if we neglected it.
A monthly purging with castor oil was needed, to “cleanse” the system.
We finally got relief when some pharmaceutical company came out with a kind of chocolate called Vaculax which worked as a laxative. Castor oil was discontinued.
Every month, Hydrogen peroxide would be poured into our ears.
Ear wax was considered “dirt” and we had to withstand my mother’s torture as she scooped out the wax from our ears.
What about small pox vaccination? Every year the school organised a camp and we had to put up with those two nicks on our hands.
The present generation of kids has mercifully been spared this torture.
I have just read three of your old posts today.
I will continue during the weekend.
Thanks for some very entertaining reading and this opportunity to reminisce about my boyhood days.
Regards
GV
Shail said:
@G Vishwanath,
Thank heavens I didn’t have to do the castor oil routine! And hydrogen peroxide into ears?? Thankfully, not that either. But then I had a bug-in-my-ear experience of which I have blogged about.
Yes, thankfully this generation is free of such torture. And personally I am quite happy now, leading a life free of oodles of oil on the head. 🙂
Krishnaleela said:
haha !!! 😀 😀 Great Post Shail !! And a true Malluish coconut tale 😀
As you’d ve guessed the same story here . And the same situation . Reduced the oil in hair due to repetitive cold and sore throat 😀 Add to it dandruff and pimples. Now apply just a tiny drop to keep the hair in place and to take away the sleepy look from the face . And wash them off thoroughly.
I agree with every thing you said . Especially going out with wet hair in morning . Had to fight with our tutors becoz it was mandatory that we should tie our hair into a bun . And I couldn’t agree with the concept of going out of the house without taking a bath.
Had the same problem with kids . Could make them bath daily ( with out fever ) only after we took up Doctor’s advice and cut off the oil part . Pearl has got a silky hair which every one appeals . And I haven’t put any oil in her hair . It isn’t the oil may be :0 No , she didn’t inherit it from me 😀
shail said:
Same stories, eh? 🙂
perspectivesandprejudices said:
Hahaha! I loved this and the other ‘mudi-chronicles’! Coming from a family of long-hair-lovers, and we-will-disown-you-if-you-cut… I can totally relate to this! 🙂
Shilpa said:
Hey Shail, Though I’am not from Kerala and a gen-Xer, but I love coconut oil like your mom does. I put lot’s of it my own hair and in my daughter’s hair too. You shouldn’t be under peer pressure, what your friends at school, college or hostel, think, you shouldn’t care. People who don’t oil their hair get their hair all tangled up and then apply chemical laden shampoos and condtioners of all sorts, which are blamed to be one of hormone disruptors and deadly carcinogens. I heart coconut oil and would like to defend it. I feel sad no-one these days care about their hair but they do care about being trendy, popular and cool. Oiling is not uncool, my friend! Someday your eyes will open to this fact. Let your heart confess this : “You are emotionally bonded with your Mom because she took out the time to oil your hair & nurture you routinely. She took care of you and your hair. If your hair is tangled and dry, she’s the one who cares how you feel inside while combing, not your friends. ” Shampoo is the new short-cut, a cool trendy, oil-free quick fix, which does nothing but, gives it’s user false sense of comfort and outer tanglelessness. If I tie mine and my daughters hair in a braid, it does thicken your hair, less dry hair, less tangled hair, less breakage.
What you consider funny, is very profound truth which you may or may not perhaps realize.
shail said:
Welcome to Shail’s Nest and thank you for your comment. 🙂 What exactly gave you the idea that I am someone who bows to peer pressure? And where have I mentioned that oiling hair is ‘uncool’?! My “eyes did open” but to the fact that oil on my head was making me ill, which by the way I have ALREADY mentioned in my post.
This is supposed to be a hilarious post, not something I “found” funny. FYI, I do write humor. I am sorry to say, I really find your comment amusing considering you do not know me, my mother or our relationship, or even whether my hair tangles or not. Yet, you have made a LOT of assumptions about everything. Please read the post once again and THEN read your own comment and you will know what I mean. Thank you. 🙂
Shilpa said:
Hey Shail, I love,love, loved your blog. Great penmanship! Your fingers tap dance so well, do share more, thank you for writing and sharing your muse with your readers. Your mom fed you coconut which has lot’s of omega3 and so you’re blessed you with beautiful brain and beautiful writing which no other blogger can produce! The comments were aimed at “perspectivesandprejudices” and not you. You have consumed coconut urad laden healthy diet as a child, therefore you have refined penmanship.Thanks to your mom for feeding you healthy vegetarian omega3 rich diet.
shail said:
Thank you. Every mother in Kerala feeds her children coconut. It is the way Mallus are. It is nothing special about my mother or just my home. And please, even people who do not eat coconut are pretty intelligent. I request you once again to please not make assumptions. you know nothing about my childhood or my diet.
LManghat said:
Awesome!
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