Tattoo story

I’ve had a companion for three months now. It is a dragon…a real fire-breathing, flying, sharp-clawed Chinese dragon. And it is painted on me.

I think I first got fascinated with tattoos when I was in college. At that time I brushed it off as a teenage fancy (Ah..the trials of being a precocious teenager include having to discipline yourself). Early this year, the idea came back to haunt me. Its funky and understandable to get tattooed as a teenager…just the sort of thing an impulsive adolescent would do, don’t you think? It is quite something else to get tattooed in your twenties.

I am not a sailor or a rock star or even a model. I am not in one of the visible professions that require showmanship. If anything I am in the middle of the stiff-with-dignity, serious-minded careerwoman world. Appearances do matter (as they do everywhere) and its ‘respectable’ that runs this show I’m a part of.

I stewed over the idea for a good six months before deciding and then I announced to my family that I was getting a tattoo. They asked me where and what I planned to do and hmmmm-ed when I told them. I think they were not quite sure what to make of it. After all, no one in my family has ever been tattooed before. I don’t know exactly when I thought of the design but when they asked me I just knew that is what I wanted my tattoo to be.

The artist’s assistant was his brother, dressed in a funky tee-shirt and shorts. He smiled and said,
“Okay, what can we do for you?”
“I want a tattoo” I said,
“Do you have any ideas about where you want it, what design you’d like?”
I told him.
His eyebrows shot up ever so imperceptibly and he stammered a bit before he said..
“A dragon? That’s unusual. Are you sure?”
“Positive” I said.
He coughed and said, “A dragon is a very masculine symbol you know. A female dragon won’t look too good.”
“Oh no,” I protested, “I don’t want a female dragon. My dragon has to be definitely male.”

I wondered why he was so startled till I realised he didn’t know me as a person and to any stranger, I would seem like the average 20-something urban woman, ladylike (at least as much as the local trains and crowds allow!) and dainty. Perhaps it would have been more convincing if I’d dug out my old frayed jeans and combat boots and teamed them up with the skull-n-dagger jewellery I patronized in college.

So we set the appointment for the next day. It took only about 10 minutes to render the local anasthesia but about two hours for it to take effect. I spent that time with the artist and his assistant, finalizing on the exact design, shape, colours that I wanted. And my dragon was ready to be born.

While I was waiting, I watched all the other people who walked in to experience body art. One plump girl plonked down next to me and asked me what I was there was. When I told her, she gave a visible shudder and said “My god, won’t that hurt? I’d never do something like that!” I smiled and told her it would be worth it. Then I asked her what she was there for. She said she was having her eyebrow pierced. EEEWW…AAARGGG…YEEEEOOOOOWWWWWW! My turn to shudder…

I admit to having doubts right upto the last minute. I am not one of those poeple who is scared of needles but the thought of being etched for the good part of an hour is not particularly pleasing. Then I saw the colours….red, yellow, blue, black. And I thought of how they would look against my skin. I thought of art that would live as long as I would. And I took a deep breath and said, “Okay, lets do it”

It was painful. But not unbearably so. The assistant told me, “Don’t try to avoid the pain. Think about where it hurts and why. Confront it.” It worked. I stopped squirming and the artist was able to go about his work. I think he got really wrapped up in the dragon too, since it turned out larger than we’d anticipated. The flip-side of it was that the anasthesia didn’t cover the remaining skin and I felt every single jab for its full worth. When I got up to examine the outline of the dragon, I thought I understood why mothers look at their newborns and forget the pain of labour. At least I wasn’t getting ripped apart, I thought and settled back to complete the tattoo.

Filling in the colours was excruciating. I paint and I can now appreciate, what a marvelous tool the brush is. I imagine if every single spot had to be painted individually, I’d lose my interest for good. The artist didn’t waver for a minute though and not one spot of colour landed where it wasn’t supposed to.

Three-quarters of an hour later my dragon was ready. A neat piece of cling-wrap over it to keep the dust from getting into the wounds and I was ready to face the world with my dragon.

It has been three months since then. I could write about the immediate aftermath of the tattoo. The reddening of the entire area, the maddening itching, the peeling and the drying. I couldn’t sleep on the tattoo for a month since the skin was so sensitive. But that was a long time ago. It has healed since then and integrated into my skin.

I have wondered briefly if I’ll stop liking the dragon after some time. But I think it just has become a part of me now. I originally pictured a very angry dragon. Mine doesn’t look too fierce but I guess I can relate to this one much better than my original idea. Rather cute looking but watch out for the flames….

Each day there are moments when I wonder why I live the life I do. Then I look at my tattoo and I feel good because it reminds me of the slightly wild, off-the-track girl I used to be and who I know is never too far away. This tattoo is something I did, not because it was fashionable or important. I did it because I wanted to. And I’m proud of it.


24 thoughts on “Tattoo story

  1. shub September 17, 2005 at 23:42 Reply

    lovely!! n i’ve always wondered if the pic of the tatoo is on u!! now i’ve got my answer! 🙂


  2. Apoorva Joshi September 18, 2005 at 00:53 Reply

    Hmmm… the process sounds painful. I’ll have to reconsider the one I plan for my forehead!


  3. Ph September 18, 2005 at 05:07 Reply

    Hey 🙂 Can we see a picture of the dragon?


  4. Amol Agrawal September 18, 2005 at 08:18 Reply

    I m in office at 4.00 AM for a important migration…and see I got 2 mins time and I m reading ur blog…what can one do..u express that way…


  5. infinity September 18, 2005 at 08:53 Reply

    inspiring…i think i’ll wait and think for a few years and then get one myself…


  6. rumpelstiltskin™ September 18, 2005 at 15:27 Reply

    idea: a pet dragon engraved in your body… i am sure you wont need a sweater / jacket for winters…

    i think i should get a tattoo done and call it “No Comments“… to keep reminding myself to restrain from writing stupid comments…


  7. IdeaSmith September 18, 2005 at 15:29 Reply

    Apoorva: Try doing some ‘mind-numbing’ work beforehand, that should suffice for anasthesia…

    ph: See my profile pic.

    amol: Thank you very much, you flatter me.

    infinity: Lemme know when you do and we can compare notes!


  8. Madame Mahima September 18, 2005 at 20:37 Reply

    i’ve always thought of getting a tattoo but ive refrained coz i’m scared ill get bored of it after a while..also needles are a BITCH.

    i think your tattoo design is fab..i guess everytime you feel like you’re being trapped and caught up in the conformities and formalities that this world’s made up of, all you have to do is just look at the tattoo and know that somewhere in there is a little fiery dragon..(but watch out for those flames;) )


  9. barbara September 18, 2005 at 20:53 Reply

    when i was 17, i had a boyfriend with tattoos all over and it made me want a tattoo…i thought, no, i might regret it when i grow up. when i was 34, i was drying my legs after a shower and it hit me: a cat on my ankle. i got my first tattoo at the age of 34. after my daughter died in 2001, my second tattoo followed, a turtle and her name, bekah, on my right wrist. now at 50, i’m ready for my third, a hawk and the first letters of all my boys’ [3 sons 2 grandsons] on my left wrist, with the same colors and font as bekah’s. self mutilation, self expression, memorialization. it’s my choice and i have no regrets.


  10. Frigid Midget September 19, 2005 at 06:53 Reply

    Babes, thanx a I am getting my butterfly on my ankle for sure 🙂


  11. IdeaSmith September 19, 2005 at 12:04 Reply

    Barbara…that was touching. Thank you for sharing that in this space.


  12. manuscrypts September 19, 2005 at 14:11 Reply

    paradoxical… by getting a dragon , u slayed a dragon…


  13. Heretic September 19, 2005 at 20:37 Reply

    Damn, did I post my comment somewhere else? 😦


  14. Valhalla September 20, 2005 at 01:34 Reply

    A dragon.. an apt choice.
    And the pic on your profile doesn’t seem to show up right now!?


  15. The Lone Rangers September 20, 2005 at 17:09 Reply

    Definately COOL, Smithy!


  16. Reena Mathews September 20, 2005 at 19:56 Reply

    Hey Smithy,
    Thats a sexy tattoo on a sexy back 😉 (I assume)


  17. AJ September 21, 2005 at 12:39 Reply

    I SO badly wanted a dragon tatoo…but apparently my skin is too dark for the colors to show properly 😦 oh well… I think your just the lady to carry the dragon around 🙂


  18. IdeaSmith September 21, 2005 at 13:32 Reply

    Don’t buy that…I’m dusky complexioned myself. You gotta have the right artist, that’s all.


  19. blokes September 22, 2005 at 06:30 Reply

    good for u- i remember my “expression” of myself when I got my nose pierced when in 7th grade- the only girl to do so in my school- way back then it was not concidered hep at all!! and my parents were doubtful too! and now when i enter a class of highscholers in the US, they love that and we bond just like that!*snap*


  20. Ailyn October 1, 2005 at 09:36 Reply

    byt the way, i love your tattoo. it rox!


  21. Andrew December 26, 2006 at 04:19 Reply

    How much is a tatoo?That goes all over the back?I want one with Merlin and a fire spewing dragon on top of a mountain,with a night sky as a background
    Omg…I missed a T in Tattoo…life as I knew it will come to a screeching halt…please help me… 🙂


  22. ideasmith December 26, 2006 at 10:50 Reply

    @ Andrew: That would depend on the artist, the intricacy of design, size and the colours used. You could google for tattoo artists in your region. I’d suggest going to someone who’s already done a tattoo for someone you know (that way you have an idea of how good they are). Also, most artists are perfectly willing to just chat with prospective customers about designs, costs and tattooing in general.


  23. the mad momma April 21, 2009 at 19:36 Reply

    i dont know how i ended up in your archives, but here i am. tattoo artists are funny. the one i went to told my friend that you shouldnt get anesthesia because if you dont feel the pain, you're not really earning it. i got my tattoo at almost 30… a tree of life. and no anesthesia… .loved every bit of the pain and the tattoo…. and yes, proud of it


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