Aeons ago our forefathers used to nestle their body hair like birds nestlings their fledgelings.They were so much in love with this form of human anatomy that nothing could dishevel their combed strands. Men used to brandish their locks as a sign of virility and women as that of their winsomeness. Moustaches, the longer, the better. The denser the beard, the more capable a man was. For women the cascading locks spoke of their beauty.

But as the times changed, so did the passions and fashions. So we saw that people's love for body hair waned and they waxed the hackles off them. "Getting waxed" was the new rage that spread like wild fire. But you must be wondering that what is there to devote an entire page of blog on this frivolous topic? Is it because I am against this new way of beautifying oneself? Or is it because novelty beckons me? No mah friends, I don't intend to do any such thing. It was actually the panic stricken look on one of my friend's face that triggered me into writing this article and would like to share it with you.

One fine morning this friend of mine (identity kept under wraps) woke up with the realization that the same day she has to catch a flight to Chennai to join the first job of her career. And so she rolled out a Herculean list of tasks at hand that included packing stuff, seeing off friends, giving a presentation in the college......... Blah! Blah! Blah! And finally catching a flight at 4 pm to Chennai. But to my disbelief, the one task that gained prominence amongst all was ...........'Getting waxed!'...... 'Whattt?'- You must be asking. But yes, this is what really happened. So clothes strewn, documents littered, presentation rushed up, she made a mad dash at the parlour to get the ugly looking hackles off her. And on being asked what made her choose waxing over everything else, she retorted.... 'It is very important to look presentable on your first day at job.'
Huh! But my dear friend it is even more important to make it on time to the office before you could present your 'all beautiful and waxed- up self to others.'
Another of such instances was the restlessness on an old aunt of mine, who was really desperate about getting the hair off her.But she feared that she would become the laughing stock of the town if she treaded the parlour at this age. So she began hunting for someone who could 'do the honours' for her , and also keep the act curtained from the world's eyes. So, finally one fine day she cajoled her Maid into waxing her.Woah!!!!!!! said I.So much for cleaning oneself up.

So now I think you got me right that why am I vexed over people's obsession with getting waxed.
Now all said, I still take solace in the fact that women's obsession with hair, their progression from nursing the hair locks to finally getting them uprooted might have been a natural one. But what fascinated men to join this bandwagon is something beyond me. Parlours abound with men who walk in 'the boy next doors' and come out 'debonairs.' They are ready to bear all the pain, and also the unforgiving parlour boys who strip the life out of them. And now again I do not want this article to become a rallying point for the staunch Meterosexuals. I am only expressing my shock at the hype surrounding this 'Getting Waxed' thing.
My very close friend always used to visit the saloon whenever his girlfriend happened to visit him. Another spends her every second Sunday with the beautician getting the locks uprooted.
So, we see that people follow the routine of shaving off the unwanted hair so religiously as if it would purge them of their sins and redeem them of their misdeeds. Such is the dogged pursuit of getting waxed that some would miss an occasion rather than missing an appointment with the beautician .And I think it would not be an exaggeration if we can compare such devotion to a devotee's love for his God. People are so damn crazed over getting waxed as if the hair coming out and the exfoliation of the dead skin is like achieving salvation from all sins.
So, pondering on it one day, a thought creped my mind. Why not use the term 'Getting waxed' as synonymous with absolving the misdeeds of some one? Why not use it as an analogy for undoing the wrong doings? Say if a drug addict goes to the rehab camp, so why not say that he is getting himself waxed? Why not say that a husband confessing infidelity to his wife is getting himself waxed? Or how is the idea of calling a criminal's blatant admittance of crime in front of all as 'Getting waxed?' So let us all coin a new term out of this. Let us all say that getting waxed is like undoing the wrong doings, like seeking redemption , like taking a dip in the holy Ganga , like going on a pilgrimage , and finally like rubbing the rubbish off you!