The Hairy Story.

So, after a long time I have been able to keep my hair intact. Though the perpetual truth about the loss in the same is not to be mentioned. We guys have that fear of becoming bald. And when we see that out hair is falling, oh god, save the mankind, we do all kinds of stuff to not-make-it-fall. I am a little away from becoming bald. So, for now I cherish it like anything. I cherish in such a way that I am the acting catalyst in the shedding process. One day it is on the left side and the other day on the right and that varies too and you wouldn't want to know. Believe me, not even girls would do so many things, umm, well not my mom. 

So, the hair loss problem. I have no idea how to deal with it. But it sure is a serious problem. Because a while back, nearly four years back when I was in college, a guy was just scared that his hair might somehow shed and that he won't be able to MARRY anyone, or should I put it in this way : No girl would ever marry him. He was scared about the future. And that was the time, when I was applying all kinds of things to my hair to make it look good, and I was failing in every attempt to say the least. But I had always thought that hair is the only better part of me. So, I do all kinds of stuff to it to make it, say awesome. 

Last year in the month of December, I kind of challenged a friend over twitter that I would also put up a display picture like them as their photos had half of the hair covering half of their face and well that's a half face photo (something they copied from from me, which they won't accept, *sigh*). And though my hair looks like as if a girl had a boy cut plus a few inches, I couldn't make it cover my my face completely. In time, I will. Unless I go home. 

So, two months back when I was home, I was pretty sure that my parents would kick me out, if I hadn't had a hair cut. But fortunate enough for me, I somehow managed to escape as it was cousin sister's engagement and there was no time to go out and have a hair cut. There was one time when my dad took me to the saloon and I was sure that my precious hair will see its fate, but again I somehow escaped. Then when I was back again for marriage after a month, I was pretty sure that they were going to cut my hair in my sleep as I wasn't getting it done anywhere. But two things happened. 

They didn't ask or say anything, which was surprising because they would really bring that topic every now and then and tell how miserable and ugly I look in that long hair.

Secondly, I had made up my mind to confront anyone who would point a finger or raise a word about my hair. I was sure that I was going to give it back to them. But nothing like that happened. Damn, where did all my ego and all that go? An old fellow approaches me whom I don't know. As he smiled I also smiled. But he came towards me and started talking. I assumed that he must be some far family friend or relative whom I had never met. But the first thing he said was about my hair. There. !@#$@$)$I_)($#@*@()!@#$%^&*. All that went in my mind. I was kind of pissed. I don't even know you man and with that excuse he was saved. I didn't say anything. And then I was surprised when a guy who was setting up the music system asked me whether I was growing my hair for how-do-I-put-it  God. Like when we ask god for something and in return we offer something like barter system! What do we actually call it ? Obeisance? Or whatever it is. So, he asked me whether I was growing hair in reverence to what I know nothing about. 

When my roommate spends like a three months salary on something that sure as hell is not going to happen which goes like this : Growing hair using some tablets and medicines and that oil, this shit, that shit! And after like a period of six months there is no visible growth except just believing that the hair is growing and trying to reassure himself. I mean come on, does that even work, like implanting a root in a barren field. It sounds more like growing a tree without the seeds, and if you are saying that the medicines act as he root, I won't debate with you. Sure, go ahead, knock yourself out. 

Isn't everyone obsessed with hair these days. Yeah yeah, don't say look who's speaking! I am, I know. But everybody else are also. From spiky hair to shaggy hair, people try everything. Even that Miley Cyrus army cut. God, I close my eyes when I come across. For guys, it's okay. It is manageable. But for girls, why? The other day I was waiting for a take out order while one of my friend drops by. The first thing he says after shaking hands with a smile is about the hair. I was feeling that it looked, umm, awesome? No? Is it that obvious to figure out that it doesn't look as cool as I think. Then after a few minutes a friend from another city was visiting Bangalore as his sister stays here and he dropped by my room to invite for the expedition he planned for the next day. And again, after saying a Hi, he says, "Please give me some hair man!". Hair loss is sure a problem. There should be some cure for it. Because people wold be thinking more about the loss than the actual work they are supposed to do. I am working to hard and that's why my hair is falling. May be since I am traveling in Bike in this weather, my hair is falling. May be I drink too much. May be I smoke too much. May be I don't eat much or the opposite. May be I don't eat healthy. May be it is the helmet that is causing this shedathon. And there is no end for these assumptions. 

The only explanation I could give is because you are thinking too much about hair. Just don't. Let it grow in peace and give yourself a break from worrying too much about the loss. You are stressing yourself by worrying to much. Stress equals headache equals more stress equals impatience equals Too-much-worrying equals hair loss. Okay, I agree that was S.T.U.P.I.D. I was trying to sound intelligent here but it got way off. 

Okay this is just in. I was walking to my bus stop and I come across a friend who again the first thing he does is talk about my hair. It sure as he'll must look creepy. So he says , "Hey, you look like a girl. Cut it down a bit. Or pull it back." I just reply with a reassuring smile that I will get something done. So, I think I need you people to suggest me a new cool and funky hairstyle. Anyone ? Anyone ? Please. 

P.S. : There is no Post Script. It has become my habit to end a post with a ps even if there isn't one. And yeah I could really use some help how to maintain long hair. Please, anyone? Anyone? Just a few tips is all I ask. Now look who is worrying / obsessed. 

- The Blue Phoenix (27.365)