Monday, January 26, 2009

Why I shaved my head

For those who haven't heard, I shaved my head.
For those in disbelief, you're not alone. I myself am still amazed!
For those who don't understand why I would ever do such a thing, maybe this will help.


Heat.
Its just so damn hot now-a-days and frizzy waist length hair really does not help.


Hygiene.
All those problems that accompany long hair; dandruff, dryness, itching, etc magically disappear in its absence.


Ease.
It is not easy to maintain long hair. Also, no matter how much you try you have only three hair styles; pony tail (bored), braid (bored) and open hair (an impossibility)


Just short hair.
People said cutting my hair short would’ve solved all my problems, but I figured if I’m going so far, might as well go all the way. It’ll grow to ‘short hair’ in less than a month and meanwhile, I’ll get to experience something that very few people of my sex and age have the courage to experience.


Perfect Timing.
I don’t have college for about four months now which is enough time for me to enjoy the new cut. And by the time I graduate, it’ll probably be really long once again. (My grandma will be happy)


People saying I shouldn’t do this because I’m a girl.
Whatever you say, that’s being a sexist. I’m not a feminist and I do believe that there are many traits that epitomize the difference between a girl and a boy, but the length of the hair, especially in today’s day and age, is not one of them. Guys can have no hair, little hair or long hair but, God forbid if a girl should ever go bald!


Its not why I did it but it certainly added fuel to the fire.


One less thing to worry about.
Without all the discomforts and problems, I have such unimaginable peace of mind.


I’ve always wanted to do this.
Why does it always take near death experiences for people to realize that they should appreciate every second of life? That you’ve got to do what you really want to? That you’ve got to live life fearlessly and fully?


Courage.
Cutting hair is a really, really huge deal in my family, and for me too. I’ve been terrified of cutting my long locks despite the torture. But ironically, (with a little inspiration from my twice-gone-bald brother and my well thought out argument that won my mom’s approval) I felt like I had the courage to do this.


Invincibility.
It is a bit of an exaggeration, yes, but if I can do this, (one of the most difficult things in my book) I honestly feel like I can do anything.


Pick the one thing that you're shit scared to do and grit your teeth and do it anyway. It's an unbelievable exhilarating feeling.


And last but, not the least.....


Its on my list of things to do before I die. ‘nuff said.