My dear friend Shobs had written the following and I loved it so much, that I wanted to put it in my blog.


Hair today, Gone tomorrow

I can still recall the moment; I sprouted out on the vast expanse of Susie’s head. It was the first glimpse I had of what I had to brave to be called the crowning glory. The look on Susie’s face when she saw me for the first time will be etched in my mind for all eternity. I was her pride and joy and, was flaunted before every adoring aunt, uncle, and grandparents but, most important of them all was, the seemingly endless care that she bestowed on me. I was the first thing she laid her eyes on every morning and the last thing on her mind every night. She pampered me with the best and made sure that I shone like the stars. I had found Utopia but, as I would soon find out, that was not to be.

Susie was now thirteen years old, and was convinced that I would suit her better if I were dyed red, with streaks of blue, and curled. It was just the curtain raiser for the myriad ways in which I would be styled and groomed and never one for complaining, I simply complied to her every wish. But, eventually the routine caught –up with me and the effect of all those different dyes, curling irons, and dryers began to wear me down. At this point, I assumed that my dear girl would stop and let me be, natural.

On a fine Sunday morning, Susie decided to walk into the best hair saloon and there I was, waiting to be pampered and groomed. But, then I felt the cold steel cut through me. Just as I thought that my tryst with destiny was over I heard the roaring of the electric shaver and knew that it was the end of me.