::Ze Nu Hairdoo::

My receding hairline continues to depress me with every passing day. Only I know how I've longed for hair such as Shah Rukh Khan. And now, to make matters worse, I have a haircut that makes sure that even the people who didn't know about the state of my hair have come to know about it."Yenna Machan, onnaku ivalavu periya sottaiya?!"...Yeah right. Let's all laugh at the baldy!

I will never forget that eventful Friday morning when I woke up feeling particularly rebellious. I decided I had taken enough of carrying around a mop of hair that was inevitably falling from the front everyday, and I could not do anything to stop it. "You have it in your genes, Vivek", I told myself. "The harder you try to conceal the truth, the harder you will be hit when the final strand falls off. Life is not about how you look, and who gives a damn about Shah Rukh Khan's hair anyway?! I don't give a damn if girls don't find me attractive enough. I wasn't Brad Pitt in the first case! And bald people are supposed to possess more brains. I'd rather have the brains."

When I told my grandmother that I was going to cut my hair today, she immediately refused. "Today is Friday. You are not going to the barber on a Friday!", she said. As mentioned before, I was in a particularly rebellious mood that day, and nothing could stop me from questioning superstitions and any other nonsense. I argued with my grandmother for half-an-hour before she gave up and could not answer my questions on why people shouldn't cut their nails, or trim their hair or shave on particular days."Kadavale,these youngsters have no respect for older values. "I heard her murmur to herself, as I triumphantly walked out of the house, pleased with myself of having successfully question counts of andh-vishwas that the people of this world possess.

The entry to the barber's shop made me feel something was out of place. Maybe I should have listened to my grandma. Maybe this whole thing is wrong. Maybe I should my hair stay where it is and allow it to fall over time. These were the thoughts running in my mind as I took the hot-seat and the barber asked me,"Shorta Vettidalama,sar?"

"OK"

I tried to reassure myself that this was not such a bad idea after all. How bad can haircuts be? I've seen people which worse haircuts. So, buckle up for the ride.

The ride, or might I say the Safari, lasted a mere twenty minutes as he clipped away at my hair with ease and assurance. And then it was done. The moment of truth came as he put the final touches to what he believed was his masterpiece."Supera irukku, sar.Neenga paakarthuku Ayutha Ezhuthu Madhavan maadhiri irikkinga."

And the result of it is the hairstyle I sport today. Well, it really isn't a hairstyle.Now,I hope against hope that this will soon become the fashion, so I can blend in with the crowd.

To finish off the entry on a positive note, there are also upsides to being free of hair. You don't have to spend money on shampoos, hair oil, or hair gels. You don't have to spend time combing your hair, and best of all, you can call yourself cool.

Yo, Wanna to try this kewl new style?