The following incidents are based on real life incidents but I am hoping that the people involved will never read this. It is exaggerated to such ridiculous extent that I am sure the people involved will never forgive me.
He loved his hair and let it grow. It grew and grew and grew for three years. It enhanced his already enhanced personality. He had become a dude of a saint of the place. He walked around the place with the hair flowing around his head. At times, he tied it into a bunch and let it stand proud like a Samurai. Many women looked at it with envy. As for men, they gave a resigned look skywards and complained "Couldn't you have let me retain 1% of what he has? Unfair!". But his hair grew impervious of the jealousies that surrounded it.
He loved his hair and let it grow. It grew and grew and grew for three years. It enhanced his already enhanced personality. He had become a dude of a saint of the place. He walked around the place with the hair flowing around his head. At times, he tied it into a bunch and let it stand proud like a Samurai. Many women looked at it with envy. As for men, they gave a resigned look skywards and complained "Couldn't you have let me retain 1% of what he has? Unfair!". But his hair grew impervious of the jealousies that surrounded it.
One morning, he woke up with a heavy head. It was a busy day and he was worried that a sinus of his was on the minus side of health. He walked groggily towards the wash basin. He took out his brush and applied a healthy dose of toothpaste on it. He shook his head vigorously to drive away the heaviness but it did not abate. It seemed to him that his sinuses had jumped out of inside his head and went right back in with a thud. He looked up at the mirror with an expression of pain in his face. Slowly the expression of pain was replaced with horror. He looked at the reflection of something that looked like a bird's nest at the top of his head. His left hand moved towards his head slowly and he touched the nest like object gently. If there were eggs or chicks in the nest, he did not want to hurt them. He was relieved for a moment to find there were none on his head. But the horrified expression returned, almost instantly. He realized that the nest like object on top of his head was his tangled up hair. He sat down on the floor and held his head in his hands.
That morning he spent two hours trying to get to the root of the tangled mess atop his head. He realized it was pointless to split hairs further. He adjusted his hair and wore saffron turban around it. He looked at himself in the mirror and a faint smile appeared on his face. If he had a necklace made out of rudraksh, he can pass of as an ascetic. His colleagues were shocked to his appearance. While some said "You can't walk around like this" others advised "Just remove that mess man" and some simply gave a perplexed "What is this!". He walked around unfazed by the comments. But by the end of the day, the comments had reached that area of his brain that lay right underneath his tangled hair. He got many bottles of liquids related to hair and asked a few of his colleagues to help untangle his hair.
He sat under a tree with his eyes closed while his colleagues poured the various liquids into his nested hair and started pulling it apart. The expression on their faces reminded one of the carvings of Narasimha's face as he tore Hiranyakashipu apart. They spent the next hour and half in pour, tear and swear. At the end of the ninety minutes the liquid in the bottles were nearly spent as was the stamina of the tear-ers. The hairy crown on his head remained intact. He stood up and announced cheerfully "let us continue tomorrow." He did not wait to listen to his colleague's protests. From the audience came a flurry of comments made in bad taste "hair today gone tomorrow", "it was a hair raising experience", "we should probably rename him hairy puttar". Everyone dispersed instantly.
The next day, he came with his crown still in place. He greeted his hairy-army brightly. The self declared commander of the army had called in sick; apparently resting a ligament torn arm. That evening a few new recruits to the army started working on the breaking the hairy fort. The audience were not interested in watching the proceedings. They decided to go out for a tea.
They returned twenty minutes later. They found him sitting alone. His army was nowhere in sight. They walked over and asked him where the un-tanglers were. He answered "Oh, they are working from inside." "Inside where?" Two hands came out of his hair and said "we are here".
That morning he spent two hours trying to get to the root of the tangled mess atop his head. He realized it was pointless to split hairs further. He adjusted his hair and wore saffron turban around it. He looked at himself in the mirror and a faint smile appeared on his face. If he had a necklace made out of rudraksh, he can pass of as an ascetic. His colleagues were shocked to his appearance. While some said "You can't walk around like this" others advised "Just remove that mess man" and some simply gave a perplexed "What is this!". He walked around unfazed by the comments. But by the end of the day, the comments had reached that area of his brain that lay right underneath his tangled hair. He got many bottles of liquids related to hair and asked a few of his colleagues to help untangle his hair.
He sat under a tree with his eyes closed while his colleagues poured the various liquids into his nested hair and started pulling it apart. The expression on their faces reminded one of the carvings of Narasimha's face as he tore Hiranyakashipu apart. They spent the next hour and half in pour, tear and swear. At the end of the ninety minutes the liquid in the bottles were nearly spent as was the stamina of the tear-ers. The hairy crown on his head remained intact. He stood up and announced cheerfully "let us continue tomorrow." He did not wait to listen to his colleague's protests. From the audience came a flurry of comments made in bad taste "hair today gone tomorrow", "it was a hair raising experience", "we should probably rename him hairy puttar". Everyone dispersed instantly.
The next day, he came with his crown still in place. He greeted his hairy-army brightly. The self declared commander of the army had called in sick; apparently resting a ligament torn arm. That evening a few new recruits to the army started working on the breaking the hairy fort. The audience were not interested in watching the proceedings. They decided to go out for a tea.
They returned twenty minutes later. They found him sitting alone. His army was nowhere in sight. They walked over and asked him where the un-tanglers were. He answered "Oh, they are working from inside." "Inside where?" Two hands came out of his hair and said "we are here".
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