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Hair Horror

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It seems to be just yesterday when I admired my jet black hair which I wore very long.Whenever I went out I put a comb in my belt to smoothen my hair off and on.Probably I took a leaf from the Beatles.A meagre 45 kilos I felt at the top of the world. As you know I was an ardent table tennis enthusiast and was a good player at the game.The hair would come onto my thick-lensed spectacles and also tickle my forehead and also obstruct my vision.To ward off such disturbances I wore a hair band made of a strip of green and white cloth.

Into my post-graduation a professor somehow didn't like my long hair and often reprianded me for it. I kept a glum face till I was given poor marks in practicals. I was otherwise a well-behaved boy of 23 or so. With the long hair I wrote written tests and just before my interview by a board I cutt off the hair and made it short. My troubles of frequent shampooing and combing came to an end.The long years flew fast- I had a wife followed by two nice children.I was deeply drowned in my family and job of earning with the elders always willing to counsel me at distressed times.

The last of the elders passed away peacefully leaving me orphaned with happy memories. More happy memories were made with the schooling and "colleging" of my children.. The toys ,the puzzles, the together games,the short and long outings,the caring and the sharing of the frugal resources which we had been granted.One day on 25th December I happened to visit the South Park Street Cemetry at one end of Park Street [now renamed Mother Teresa Sarani]. I was wearing a pair of straight conventional blue denims and a jacket. I had oiled my hair well. After returning from the cemetry I happened to look at the rear parting of my hair.I was in for a rude shock. My bald semi-white skin was slightly visible.I was devastated.

Only the other day I discovered that my hair had thinned out considerably though I am not yet officially bald.I told my daughter to take a photograph of my baldness. It was really funny to look at.Right now you cannot tell if I had been to the barbers.Did I forget to mention greys , whites and blacks are competing with one another for occupying the maximum space on my tiny egghead.This was all I thought of today.A hair transplant will cost around Rs.100,000/- which I can't afford.I'd rather spend my paltry dole on short and long vacations with my family.Plus old men can afford to be bald can't they ? What do you think ?