Do you know what the sound of the falling hair is? Will tell you shortly.
I started growing my hair long when Jessica Alba approached me to be caste against her. Ok, ok, will stop here :). The real reason is, last year I suddenly woke up to discover that my hair loss has moved to exponential levels. Every time I comb, the sound of the falling hair deafened me like a thunder bolt.
That is when I decided to grow it long. Its like engaging Bill Clinton as a body guard to your girl friend. Expensive and yet you will be f***ed. But my simple principle in life is “everything must be tried once”. So how am I going to try a Rafael Nadal, when all the hair is gone? Hence I went ahead, grew it long and re-bonded. Conservative folks were ashamed to walk with me to the pub. Bold guys kneeled on the grass I walked over. I had fun until the hair became messy, long, dry and curly again. Re-bonded hair only looks neat until your original hair grows back in 2 months.
But the story is about the trimming session today. Ivy, the hairdresser, did the shampooing and blow drying. The process involves ironing the hair subsequently to bring in the order. But in the meantime, it was extremely dry and plastic-y.
When I looked up myself in the mirror, I was flabbergasted. My head was like a fur ball mauled by a mad dog. I caught an aunty behind in the reflection and she had her jaws dropped in shock. Few minutes later, our eyes met again and her mouth dropped even wider. Swearing to invent a device to hold dropping jaws, I buried myself into a magazine - 11 rules for winning Eva Mendes. Poor Ivy started ironing my hair, contemplating if hers was the cruelest jobs on earth. In that process, I lost Benjamin, Siva, Scott, Ahmed… Hey, if you have fewer hairs, they are so precious that you start naming them!
Anyway, at the end of Ivy magic, here I am – Jessica would throw all her money for me and Eva Mendes, her 11 rules.
Btw, the real answer to the sound of the falling hair is “thoo… thoooo” (spitting action). Got it?
I started growing my hair long when Jessica Alba approached me to be caste against her. Ok, ok, will stop here :). The real reason is, last year I suddenly woke up to discover that my hair loss has moved to exponential levels. Every time I comb, the sound of the falling hair deafened me like a thunder bolt.
That is when I decided to grow it long. Its like engaging Bill Clinton as a body guard to your girl friend. Expensive and yet you will be f***ed. But my simple principle in life is “everything must be tried once”. So how am I going to try a Rafael Nadal, when all the hair is gone? Hence I went ahead, grew it long and re-bonded. Conservative folks were ashamed to walk with me to the pub. Bold guys kneeled on the grass I walked over. I had fun until the hair became messy, long, dry and curly again. Re-bonded hair only looks neat until your original hair grows back in 2 months.
But the story is about the trimming session today. Ivy, the hairdresser, did the shampooing and blow drying. The process involves ironing the hair subsequently to bring in the order. But in the meantime, it was extremely dry and plastic-y.
When I looked up myself in the mirror, I was flabbergasted. My head was like a fur ball mauled by a mad dog. I caught an aunty behind in the reflection and she had her jaws dropped in shock. Few minutes later, our eyes met again and her mouth dropped even wider. Swearing to invent a device to hold dropping jaws, I buried myself into a magazine - 11 rules for winning Eva Mendes. Poor Ivy started ironing my hair, contemplating if hers was the cruelest jobs on earth. In that process, I lost Benjamin, Siva, Scott, Ahmed… Hey, if you have fewer hairs, they are so precious that you start naming them!
Anyway, at the end of Ivy magic, here I am – Jessica would throw all her money for me and Eva Mendes, her 11 rules.
Btw, the real answer to the sound of the falling hair is “thoo… thoooo” (spitting action). Got it?
funny!
ReplyDeleteThank you. Hoping to produce more of it.
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