“Then I was a kid,” Umesh said opening his archives ‘down the memory lane’.
“When I go to our bathroom, I see a lot of beauty culture stuff that belonged to my sisters. I used to experiment with them in secret.”
“Once, a bottle with a picture of a beautiful gloss head of hair on the label attracted my attention. I managed to read the word H-A-I-R with some difficulty and my mind was set to experiment with it. After a shower and drying my hair, I poured some of the stuff onto my palm and rubbed into my hair. Mmm the smell was awesome, too. When I combed my hair, to my greatest delight, it was in total control! Wow! Just the stuff I ‘ve been looking for!”
“And after that day, I used to help myself to the magic stuff before going to school.”
“Everything was quite fine until one fateful day, a cricket ball with a bad notion, homed in on my head and drew blood. The first aid dudes of School ‘Saukyadana’ Unit carried me to the First Aid Room. They held my head over the basin and started washing my head as it was still bleeding.”
“And to everybody’s amazement foam suds appeared from my hair. And the more they washed the more it foamed. Finally one dude asked, “What on earth did you rub into your hair, bro? Shampoo?” Then it magically dawned on my whiz brain, that my future and reputation was riding on my answer. So I let it ride and groaned louder to show them that my head injury was more serious than they thought, which diverted attention away from the suds and bubbles.”
“As soon as I returned home I made a beeline to the bathroom and checked the label under better perspective.”
“Yeah! The word SHAMPOO was staring at me in the eye! How could I’ve known, dude!” said Umesh.
“No one knows about this, so I don’t want you make it public , okay?”
“Whew, dude, What makes you think I’d do that?”
THIS STORY WAS ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED IN මට හිතෙන හැටි, MY SINHALA BLOG.