EVEN THOUGH THIS IS A PART OF A CONTEST, THIS ENTRY IN NO WAY IS FICTIONAL AND EVERYTHING I STATE IN THE POST IS DRAWN FROM MY OWN EXPERIENCE. TO GO A STEP FURTHER, I HAVE NOT EVEN RESEARCHED OVER THE INTERNET TO WRITE THIS POST. IT IS MY PERSONAL OPINION AND IS NOT INFLUENCED BY CONTEST OR THE PRIZE THEREOF. (I will never lose my readers by concocting tales just for a mere chance to win some contest)
Having said that, this post may be treated as an ode to my mother who is the reason why I am about to tell you the tale of my tryst with coconut oil <3
Of the days when I was still using my mum's assistance in tying my shoe laces (of which I have no major recollection BTW), I remember only one thing-parachute oil. Parachute oil? Really? Sounds funny, NO? I can laugh at the thought of it now, but back then it was a part of a very serious ritual-one which I could not afford to miss!
If you are an Indian you know well enough what I mean when I say parachute. You know how the name of some brand becomes synonymous for the product it represents? Like colgate means toothpaste, dabur means honey, amul means butter, verka - milk and so on and so forth. Similarly, parachute means coconut oil :)
So ever since I was 2 feet tall every Saturday night we would have this ritual at home. Why saturday night in particular? Well cause when I was small I was taught to wash my hair only once a week (that could be partially because my mum is a working mother or because in those days washing your hair was symbolic to luxury!). Hmmm...is that true for you too, or was it just my family who would make me wash my hair only once a week/in other words were we miserly????? Hmmmmmm...UPSET x-(
I couldnt dedicate this post to my dad or the paternal side of my family-mostly everyone there is bald or balding and yes, that includes girls too! Thank GOD for my mum and the maternal side of my family. They all have hair like Rapunzel-long and thick!
Maybe my mum was too worried that her only child would be going bald over time. So every saturday night I would religiously sit on the floor, legs crossed while she sat on a chair and gave me a good head massage for an hour. The special ingredients were coconut oil and lemon juice.
THANKS to her, I still have plenty of hair on my head, although mine cant compete with her's cause she still follows the coconut oil ritual....
The next story of my tryst with coconut oil is from my teenage years. As a teenager I realized that I had a skin disorder-like my mum, where our skin would turn super dry in winters. And I dont mean simple flaky dry skin, I mean skin which would give you major rashes! So while my mother resorted to coconut oil and improved her condition significantly, I who was too cool for coconut oil switched to medicines and still am on medication for the extra dry skin on my legs. When I'm at home I try to use coconut oil.
So I know two things for sure about coconut:
- It's the best oil for your hair and it existed and had its forte in the oil industry long before any of these fancy shmancy olive or moroccon oils
- super moisturizing -you see all major skin brands relying on coconut as the main ingredient in all their body creams!