My journey back to life !

Why do people marry.. and worse, why do they invite people over ? Damn, today was a very tragic day, a certain cousin is getting engagged today, good thing , but why am i supposed to attend that ? Attending wouldn't be an issue, if my mum wouldn't be after my life to visit a certain parlour (beauty salon), obviously i revolted back, I mean hell .. why am I supposed to look good, it's her wedding after all? But then mum got angry, and you know angry mum is immune to my flawless logics :| So I had to go there, as I enter, i see some oldie, she must be 70 or prolly above , bent with age, and wanted to get something done outta her, I couldn't guess until the beautician actually addressed her, from the looks of it, she wanted her make-over done (really) , I had to switch my focus, another lady was getting her facial done, and many more things to it, which I'm incompetent to state, and guess what she was pretending as if the entire process is spiritual, and shes sitting on some himalayan peak, getting enlightened. Funny t'was. And then came my turn, my mum told the lady to do something to my face, futile attempts to make it look good ( I always pity ignorant people) anyway, she began the process, it was called 'cleansing' .. she started with a gel sort of a thing, which I was sure would make no difference to anyone whatsoever, and then she applied a certain 'face pack' you know what they do ? they'd paralyse your face, let it enter the dis-abled mode, and they make the customer believe that this process is relaxing ( they hypnotize probably :D ) and whoa , it was done, took a century to complete, and as i guessed didn't make any difference :) but the people there made mum believe that my face was bloody glowing, I'm still searching the angle. woof ! and i got outta there, as this ends another story begins. I'm supposed to wear salwar kameez for the function today. Shit happens !

- would soon update whatever happened after the salwar kameez episode.