Sometime, in the last week or so, shuffling between bumbling buffoondom and self-righteous indignation, I decided to go bald. And ended up getting as close to bald as possible without putting an end to my personal life.
Its probably a little too late, short haired rebellion at 26 IS..well.. ever so slightly, sad. But I couldn't help it. Besides, I told myself, I save a lot on conditioner... this, of course, after having spent a cool 2k on expensive herbal conditioner produced in the UK with Indian products like henna and shit. Anyway, it isn't like it has a shelf life... and so we move on. Apparently I almost made the day of the owner of Perfect Men's Hair Saloon... almost, cos I couldn't afford the head massage he so eagerly offered to give me. But that was only because he charged me 80 rupees while I'm sure he charges everyone else 40. Anyway, I walked out feeling atleast a couple if kilos lighter. Not to mention, for some inane reason, slimmer and taller.
Bombay doesn't ever let go. Always springs back onto you... like shadows on clockwork. And its within a couple of weeks sandwiched inside expensive weekends... that you might find the space to breathe.
I've started running recently. Its all forgiving.. except on your shins. The best part about it is no matter what the emotion welling up inside, it will wear your body down... till your mind is worn down... to singular thought.. breathe, gasp, stop, wince, breathe... continue. I love it. Doesn't cost a dime.
So, almost bald, almost light, almost thin and almost solvent it is. For a while to come.
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