To shave or not to shave, that is the question!
A True Story from Mangalore, Karnataka, India.
A lot of people go around asking why exactly I shaved my head clean. Smack. Bald. Nothing.
And I have a lot of different versions and I splurge different versions to different people.
Well, here is the original unadulterated story.
It was just another lazy day in a typical Engineering college.
What do people do in Engineering colleges you might ask.
Well, the one's staying in hostel wake up at 8, move to a different location (lectures) for some more sleep and then finally wake up a few minutes before the lunch break. That is pretty much a sane persons story in a sane Engineering college.
(I also know people who posses a superpower of getting up at 8:50 am and attending lectures at 9 am. We'll discuss more on that later)
Students who eat food in the hostel mess are very less. One of the many reasons could be that they do not have enough time to eat in the hostel.
Fair Enough.
But the main reason is the food that these hostel guys try to feed us outrageously bland! Our food is so bland, the word bland itself is a very bland word to define it! (The dinner is good at times. The lunch is what spoils the reputation of good food)
Coincidentally, me and my room mate Sharath (one hell of a guy) decided to have food in the mess. Well, we couldn't finish half of it but that's another story for another time.
It was initially a random question to Sharath who was fooling around on his phone and giggling. (probably on whatsapp(I hope!))
"Ae, mein takla karu kya?" (Should I shave my head?)
Sharath looks up from his phone with his eyes all blown up and I imagine he is going to exclaim and say some words which would be inappropriate to post on here. Oh C'mon, don't grin, we know we all say inappropriate words every now and then. Some more than the other. But surprisingly his reply was very cool.
"Ha kar na! Mast lagega!" (Go ahead man, do it!)
Strike one.
That's it, I was convinced that I was going to go bald today.
Later that day, I had to go to Mangalore to buy a Stretched Canvas.
Oh, I made a painting for a friend and gifted it to her as a birthday gift. The only reason I am mentioning this is with the hope I would get some orders for portraits. :D
Yes, prices are negotiable. ;)
I had almost forgot about shaving my head until I saw a bald guy in Mangalore in his mid twenties, wearing a yellow T Shirt, a diamond earring, beats earphones and sporting a goatee. "I want to do this", I said to myself.
Strike two.
Apparently, all the barber shops were closed that day. Disappointed, I come back to the hostel. I made a loud statement in my room that I am going to go bald tomorrow.
Shreyas (one hell of a guy too) notifies that the next day is Diwali, and it is inauspicious to go bald on a festival.
Damn Traditions! (You could say superstitions, but I prefer sticking to the term traditions)
With more time to spare, I tell a couple of friends about my bold decision and ask for suggestions.
Some sulked, some gave me the heads up while some got more excited than I was!
Strike three.
Within a minute, I make another statement of going bald right now!
Heads turned. People laughed.
Armed with a trimmer and a shaving blade, me and Sharath get to work.
Experimenting with a Mohawk first and then some.
*Eye of the tiger playing in the background*
Then I rise a champion, along with my head.
There it was, shining in all its glory.
The Bald Head.
I move my hands fearlessly over my head and feel the energy, the blood flowing beneath the skull, the feeling of achieving something which I longed for. The feeling of Victory!
And then somebody abruptly shut the background music.
A giggle which turned into a laugh.
Well, there were a lot more laughs and questions than I could possibly imagine right now.
I know that by the time you finish reading this post you'd have laughed your arses off as well. :P
The summary of why I shaved my head was because I really wanted to do it, and feel the wind when you run, ride a bike or sit on a window seat.
You don't have to comb.
Your hair does not get wet.
The possibilities are limitless when you are bald.
Except, you cannot sport a hairstyle because you do not have any.
You become a singularity in your area and you make a statement wherever you go.
People look up to you, and you feel confident all of a sudden, or so it is led to believe.
So, if you are planning to shed some weight, Go bald! Well, technically hair also amounts to a few milligrams, right?
What's the worse that could happen, you'd grow back your hair in a month!
Alright people, keep reading! Follow and Like my Facebook Page if you find this post interesting, and I shall shower you with more such interesting posts, or posts of your choice. Drop me a mail ashishvirar@gmail.com
P.S.- The pictures attached are of my painting and my Bald Head! Also, random people who read my blog, I love you guys! You ROCK! :D
A True Story from Mangalore, Karnataka, India.
A lot of people go around asking why exactly I shaved my head clean. Smack. Bald. Nothing.
And I have a lot of different versions and I splurge different versions to different people.
Well, here is the original unadulterated story.
It was just another lazy day in a typical Engineering college.
What do people do in Engineering colleges you might ask.
Well, the one's staying in hostel wake up at 8, move to a different location (lectures) for some more sleep and then finally wake up a few minutes before the lunch break. That is pretty much a sane persons story in a sane Engineering college.
(I also know people who posses a superpower of getting up at 8:50 am and attending lectures at 9 am. We'll discuss more on that later)
Students who eat food in the hostel mess are very less. One of the many reasons could be that they do not have enough time to eat in the hostel.
Fair Enough.
But the main reason is the food that these hostel guys try to feed us outrageously bland! Our food is so bland, the word bland itself is a very bland word to define it! (The dinner is good at times. The lunch is what spoils the reputation of good food)
Coincidentally, me and my room mate Sharath (one hell of a guy) decided to have food in the mess. Well, we couldn't finish half of it but that's another story for another time.
It was initially a random question to Sharath who was fooling around on his phone and giggling. (probably on whatsapp(I hope!))
"Ae, mein takla karu kya?" (Should I shave my head?)
Sharath looks up from his phone with his eyes all blown up and I imagine he is going to exclaim and say some words which would be inappropriate to post on here. Oh C'mon, don't grin, we know we all say inappropriate words every now and then. Some more than the other. But surprisingly his reply was very cool.
"Ha kar na! Mast lagega!" (Go ahead man, do it!)
Strike one.
That's it, I was convinced that I was going to go bald today.
Later that day, I had to go to Mangalore to buy a Stretched Canvas.
Oh, I made a painting for a friend and gifted it to her as a birthday gift. The only reason I am mentioning this is with the hope I would get some orders for portraits. :D
Yes, prices are negotiable. ;)
I had almost forgot about shaving my head until I saw a bald guy in Mangalore in his mid twenties, wearing a yellow T Shirt, a diamond earring, beats earphones and sporting a goatee. "I want to do this", I said to myself.
Strike two.
Apparently, all the barber shops were closed that day. Disappointed, I come back to the hostel. I made a loud statement in my room that I am going to go bald tomorrow.
Shreyas (one hell of a guy too) notifies that the next day is Diwali, and it is inauspicious to go bald on a festival.
Damn Traditions! (You could say superstitions, but I prefer sticking to the term traditions)
With more time to spare, I tell a couple of friends about my bold decision and ask for suggestions.
Some sulked, some gave me the heads up while some got more excited than I was!
Strike three.
Within a minute, I make another statement of going bald right now!
Heads turned. People laughed.
Armed with a trimmer and a shaving blade, me and Sharath get to work.
Experimenting with a Mohawk first and then some.
*Eye of the tiger playing in the background*
Then I rise a champion, along with my head.
There it was, shining in all its glory.
The Bald Head.
I move my hands fearlessly over my head and feel the energy, the blood flowing beneath the skull, the feeling of achieving something which I longed for. The feeling of Victory!
And then somebody abruptly shut the background music.
A giggle which turned into a laugh.
Well, there were a lot more laughs and questions than I could possibly imagine right now.
I know that by the time you finish reading this post you'd have laughed your arses off as well. :P
The summary of why I shaved my head was because I really wanted to do it, and feel the wind when you run, ride a bike or sit on a window seat.
You don't have to comb.
Your hair does not get wet.
The possibilities are limitless when you are bald.
Except, you cannot sport a hairstyle because you do not have any.
You become a singularity in your area and you make a statement wherever you go.
People look up to you, and you feel confident all of a sudden, or so it is led to believe.
So, if you are planning to shed some weight, Go bald! Well, technically hair also amounts to a few milligrams, right?
What's the worse that could happen, you'd grow back your hair in a month!
Alright people, keep reading! Follow and Like my Facebook Page if you find this post interesting, and I shall shower you with more such interesting posts, or posts of your choice. Drop me a mail ashishvirar@gmail.com
P.S.- The pictures attached are of my painting and my Bald Head! Also, random people who read my blog, I love you guys! You ROCK! :D
