The Bloody Facewash...
So... the face wash... the cursed cursed cursed face wash which instead of giving you a glow a shine on face gives you such a lethargic irritated angry expression that one is surprised why these bloody face wash companies or face wash users market it so much...
well unlike other people i had the tendency to slip and get entagled in the web of it.still remember that i was 9 and enters this gorgeous creature in my life that i was shocked... i mean i was the kind of kid who thought that the only thing in my life would be my pathetic excuse of a pup named speedy... enid blytons and the ultimate desire to eat as much food as possibly i could... those were the times when i had recently came back and everyone was "Off kitna piyara bacha hai" bilkul tum pey gia hai... the times when all the good in me was due to some one and all the faults in me were genetic... lol... come to think of it its still the same... any way in my relitively peaceful life enters a facewash... now imagine this face wash some 12 years senior to me... aspiring to be an artist... and occassionally would throw a smile my way which would make me feel that "mein nao sal ka hoon too kia howa mein sada us ka khial rakhon ga" and the lamest of all " mein us ki har khawaish pori karaon ga" that was sooooooooooooooo lame i mean just writing it down make me feel that why the hell would i fulfill her every deam... i mean why... i had to litterally beg my parents... trick my dada... lie to my nini that i got great grades in order to get a 50 ka note from where the hell i would fullfill her wishes... then the ultamate tragedy struck, face wash thought that it should increase its range and another more masculin version of it came and they had these tiny shitty saches who they lovingly told that " jab tum barey ho gey na to tum bilkul umer bhaia ki tarha hona"or something of the same caliber...
so after that i decided that no more face washes for me... and life would have kept on going smothly.. i mean flunking in exams... smoking... being the cool dude of class (surprisng aint it)... life was good... i was 15 happy and single... enters another bloody face wash... luckily and thankfully of my age... things started we chatted, we liked, we dreamt, we stuck togather for four years and then...... the best thing happened... we grew up... we started feeling tied down... we hormons settled (didnt do anything which i cant tell to my mum... and yes i cant tell her that)... we took a time off which turned to be a way out.... and we finished ... so another face wash came... gave this initial intense pleasure which i never ever felt before by just her presence... her particular perfume smell... her completely makeupless face which use to radiate this particular glow... those beautiful beautiful eyes... and a tongue which could be so sharp that it could cut u in hafe within a nanosecond but the cutting was done so beautifully that that one nanosecond was enough for an eternity... those silent nodes and those complete rejections with those long lashed eyes... but it ended and it ended when we both knew that the the bottle is emplty and a new face wash is required.... i went my way... the face wash was thrown in bin thinking that another one would take its place..... but fortunately the company which manufatured that particular face wash got bankrupt... also due to lack of any desire never really felt like getting meself another ones of those... so now i have completely stopped using these bloody facewashes and i am sticking to a bar of soap.... at least when you wash it of it dosent keep on sticking to your face as if a bird shat on you... ok ok a bird who ate something sweet hence its sweet smelling sticky goey thing on your face all day long... and when the effects starts to be less nausiating we wake up in the morning and again put the stupid face wash all over our face and feel that that would be sufficient enough for us... ha as if....then there are few of us who litteraily have facewashes in their bags... these are the future heroine sniffers who get their highes just by sniffing the bottle.. even though they are told that the particular face wash which they are using or rather sniffing can cause serious skin diseases they are happy with it and are like... so what... it smeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllssssssssss sooooooooooooo niccccccccccccceeeeeee.... and then they are those who have tried a lot of face washes but everytime they have used it they realize that probably that face wash was not the right one which goes with their skin... then they switch to a more expensive face wash... but that measly bottle finishes on 15th of the month... your parents adament not to increase or give u an advance on your pocketmoney... the salary which you got also spent in the first five days of you getting it.... hence all the sources of the face wash being surely emptied one says most sadly "khuda hafiz"(in my case i was more then happy to spit on the pathetic bottle for scarring me) to the empty bottle... keeps it on ones shelf for few months but when a lot of dust settles on it then throwing it also ends the facewash of that sort... but as we dont know there is one face wash for everysingle skin type... so till the time one dosent find the most appropriate facewas one should not get hooked on to it.... for me till that time so soaps zinda bad... soap pianda bad.
so after that i decided that no more face washes for me... and life would have kept on going smothly.. i mean flunking in exams... smoking... being the cool dude of class (surprisng aint it)... life was good... i was 15 happy and single... enters another bloody face wash... luckily and thankfully of my age... things started we chatted, we liked, we dreamt, we stuck togather for four years and then...... the best thing happened... we grew up... we started feeling tied down... we hormons settled (didnt do anything which i cant tell to my mum... and yes i cant tell her that)... we took a time off which turned to be a way out.... and we finished ... so another face wash came... gave this initial intense pleasure which i never ever felt before by just her presence... her particular perfume smell... her completely makeupless face which use to radiate this particular glow... those beautiful beautiful eyes... and a tongue which could be so sharp that it could cut u in hafe within a nanosecond but the cutting was done so beautifully that that one nanosecond was enough for an eternity... those silent nodes and those complete rejections with those long lashed eyes... but it ended and it ended when we both knew that the the bottle is emplty and a new face wash is required.... i went my way... the face wash was thrown in bin thinking that another one would take its place..... but fortunately the company which manufatured that particular face wash got bankrupt... also due to lack of any desire never really felt like getting meself another ones of those... so now i have completely stopped using these bloody facewashes and i am sticking to a bar of soap.... at least when you wash it of it dosent keep on sticking to your face as if a bird shat on you... ok ok a bird who ate something sweet hence its sweet smelling sticky goey thing on your face all day long... and when the effects starts to be less nausiating we wake up in the morning and again put the stupid face wash all over our face and feel that that would be sufficient enough for us... ha as if....then there are few of us who litteraily have facewashes in their bags... these are the future heroine sniffers who get their highes just by sniffing the bottle.. even though they are told that the particular face wash which they are using or rather sniffing can cause serious skin diseases they are happy with it and are like... so what... it smeeeeeeeeeellllllllllllssssssssss sooooooooooooo niccccccccccccceeeeeee.... and then they are those who have tried a lot of face washes but everytime they have used it they realize that probably that face wash was not the right one which goes with their skin... then they switch to a more expensive face wash... but that measly bottle finishes on 15th of the month... your parents adament not to increase or give u an advance on your pocketmoney... the salary which you got also spent in the first five days of you getting it.... hence all the sources of the face wash being surely emptied one says most sadly "khuda hafiz"(in my case i was more then happy to spit on the pathetic bottle for scarring me) to the empty bottle... keeps it on ones shelf for few months but when a lot of dust settles on it then throwing it also ends the facewash of that sort... but as we dont know there is one face wash for everysingle skin type... so till the time one dosent find the most appropriate facewas one should not get hooked on to it.... for me till that time so soaps zinda bad... soap pianda bad.
Lunatic Ramblings
posted by lunatic at 11:56 AM
2 Comments:
here's where it started from:
http://aruj.blogspot.com/2007/07/facewash-story.html
seriously, ure right. switching to soap is soo much better but wht to do when ure used to the facwash so much that soap doesnt clean ur skin? its like taking sight away and blinding a person after 23 yrs of colors... oh God! we really are dead, haina? :D
ok for me the empty bottle still sits in the shelf....dust or no dust....its thr...dnt know how to get rid of it...
its the reality of that situation tat scares me...wat if...i do land up with a facewash tat suits my skin type...but cant get to throw the old now covered full in dust n mould bottle away?! shiverss and shiverss.......
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