Monday, January 15, 2018

The One

It took me a long time to believe in "The One". Always thought it was a by product of American consumerism. I mean a culture which believes in 1 god instead of 33 million has a lot to imagine, right?

But then obviously there is something in a theory which has the entire world eating into it, despite the loopholes. The face, the body and sometimes the entity of one changes completely depending on the level of Old Monk in your blood stream. The One has as many manifestations as there are Hindu Gods. 

So, how could poor hapless me not succumb to the rigmarole of being on the hunt for "The One". Trust me, it wasn't easy. There were a lot of contenders. From the absolute greek god winner of gladrags, to the bohemian long haired advertising one, to the lean mean fighting machine of the forces. 

But with age comes wisdom and it took me all of my priorities to realise that I am as shallow as the girl next door and my "The One" will not have some revolutionary ideals. 

My ‘The One’ will follow the standard movie criteria. He will be the one who completes my sentences. The one who understands what is going on inside my head. The one who knows what I like & dislike. The one who will always make time for me. The one who is happy with my satisfaction. The one who forgave me and took me back even after I cheated on him. The one who is so secure of his craft that he knows that I will always come back. And I did. And I am happier because of it.

The ultimate relationship of a girl is with her hair stylist and yes Shahbaz you are the one.


Trust me ladeez and lads, this is one prize catch and one shouldn't let him go for absolutely anything. I am more than happy to share him with the whole world. You can find him here Hairplay with Shahbaaz