I got up this morning thinking about one more glorious, vetti day, when I heard the rather loud voice of my dad screaming, 'What the hell is up with your hair?', or something to that extent. Got shouted at for the pitiable state of my hair, my horrible preparations for my exams, and topics of similar concern. Had my cup of coffee, endured a shouting for 15 minutes where my Dad threatened me with dire consequences if I didn't get a haircut, which included throwing me out of the house, I decided to cut my hair.

6.30 in the morning, a beautiful day, I went in search of a barber. I usually cut my hair at this place near my house, he generally doesn't ask too many questions and doesn't listen to you either. But I decided to go to the place Mr.Sundeep recommended to me - Black & White, a departure from the usual dumps where I cut my hair. I went in and told the guy to give me a decent trim. He looked at my hair for about 3 minutes and declared that my hair lacked any shape whatsoever. When I actually think about it, I don't ever remember actually having a 'hair-style'. He then took a rather hesitant decision and plunged into the act of clearing the Amazon. At the end of 1 hour I had lost a significant amount of hair. Finally, he just gave up and said, 'tada ...', and of course charged me 50 bucks.

I went home bursting with pride, my dad looked at me with an expression I still can't explain and walked off. When I looked at the mirror at home, my head seemed significantly smaller and I could actually see my forehead fully for the first time in months. Went to work and came back. Nikhil came by, looked at my hair and said, "Umm ... it still looks the same to me dude".

A morning and 50 bucks wasted.