I know I haven’t written for a long, long time and I might be a bit rusty with my use of phrases and punctuations. Submissions have taken their toll on me, and my regular habit of procrastination has put me in knee-deep trouble. Knees would be too low, neck-deep trouble would be appropriate. Tempers have frayed, people always look frazzled and even the brightest minds have been dulled by MU submissions. Submissions cause you to scream out loud and say “I submit!” However, the longest standing traditions of Mumbai University is not what is going to be today’s point of discussion. Although it would make an interesting topic, people have criticized me for criticizing many things, which is very hypocritical. My dad refuses to believe I can write just because my ideas are too cynical. So for once, I will not analyze anything or anyone but myself.
The point of analysis is my hair. The only thing I hear about myself whenever I meet someone is how different I look with my current hairstyle. Which isn’t saying much because it isn’t a hairstyle at all. It’s more like an all-action growth by my hair in the 3 months’ time I have given it to grow in any direction it wants. However, it has chosen to remain Indian and grow upwards than downwards. Which is the reason why I can never sport John-Travolta-in-Pulp-Fiction style of hair. It just doesn’t grow the way I want it to. It curls at the ends!
It’s like a marvellous black bush, earning me comparisons with a certain Maraoune Fellaini of Everton fame. Marvellous would actually be a misnomer, tangled and vine-like would be spot-on. Now, many people have dared to ask me if I ever comb my hair. To this, I would like to scream and run about like a headless chicken. But in a saner and controlled voice, I would say I have tried. I have tried combing it with even wire brushes, but to no avail. As a common joke doing the rounds of my class goes, “If anyone wants a comb, try finding them in Shridhar’s hair. You’re sure to find one.” Which is quite true. Hence the need for me to wash my hair everyday. Not that I didn’t earlier, but nowadays, I need to get 5 minutes out of my regular routine to actually transform me from a chump with flattened hair to some kind of reasonable nerd.
Now, you might ask me, if Ididnt want to go to all this trouble, why did I need to grow my hair?
Fair enough, though my reasons for it aren’t. The story is a typical show of how stubborn I can be. I have had horrible hair like this for a pretty long time. To avoid maintaining it, I used to be eager to cut it off and get rid of it asap. People ribbed me a lot about me cutting it too soon. So as a sadistic punishment, I had decided to grow my hair. And the result is as you see nowadays. For the benefit of the people who have not seen me in this avatar, here is a photo. Enjoy!