It was around April or May this year that I decided to grow my hair long–something not many people (read males) in my family had done. That’s partly due to the deserted scalps they possess, at least the elders. And thats most probably what will happen to my scalp too. This was, in a way, my motivation to sport long hair. Who knows what will be left of them few years down the line?
So began the long journey of my (then) short hair. I worked hard to keep them healthy and clean. I even thought about getting them straightened but the barber quoted an abnormally high price of 500. A quick calculation of how many Biryanis can be bought for that amount made me decide against straightening. So they continued to grow, unabated and without much of a direction.
The reactions I got ranged between very good and yuck. Almost all of my relatives resorted to calling me a Jungli. But all the while I was quite sure why I was doing it and the complaints and praises did not really matter. It reminded me of my overweight days. At that time people were asking me to go slim and when I finally went slim (due to illness) they said I looked too slim, put on some weight, you looked better back then. bah!
While this was happening, though, my hair developed suicidal tendencies and started jumping out off my scalp at the slightest of provocations. I guess they could not sustain their weight. Yet, I persisted. I stopped paying zero attention to what people had to say–people will continue to say what they think.
But as they say, all good things come to end some day…and for my long hair y’day was that fateful day. I have now cut my hair really short, short enough for me not to use the comb at all.
The first reaction was from my uncle. He said “Welcome back to the human kind”. Sigh, what a sad feeling it is to be back.