So Indiblogger has this contest about “My Beautiful Hair Story” sponsored by Dove who have a question about how Hair aware are you and it brings to my mind the fact about how hair aware I was when growing up and I had to pen it down err… I mean type it down 
, though not such a beautiful story but a tale of woes actually. However, I will participate for I want the iPad or Samsung Phone ! 
Nothing but with Greed on my mind I begin…
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I am a pretty simple man when it comes to fashion actually simple is a kind word the more apt word would be clumsy. 
Apparently it is a rage these days amongst girls to have straight hair as I see. Infact it began at home when one day I saw my sister in law come from Indore and I saw all of a sudden her lovely curly hair had vanished and she had straight hair and frankly I felt she looked like a err…. lets say not so nice as earlier ! :-O When we all talked about it I found out that my brother actually loved the straight hair all girls were getting and encouraged his wife to get it done.
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Quite frankly as I encountered more and more people going for straight hair I found it increasingly irritating. Even Sachin Tendulkar has opted for straight hair and well whilst its his personal choice and I have no say in that. I can certainly opine that he looks silly to say the least. Its not that I don’t like straight hair but am amazed how people let their natural curl’s go ! I find it difficult to accept people who had nice curly hair coming to me in straight hair all of a sudden ! I prefer the natural shapes much much better be it hair or errr… never mind, lets stick to the hair for this post !
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I am a guy who has straight hair ! Don’t for one moment think that I am against people going for straight hair because I fear more people will become like me. I have always hated my straight hair growing up, still do, but just manage them better now as I have come to understand my hair in 34 years ! 
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My mom says as a toddler the straight hair on the forehead looked cute, I agreed till one day my parents shifted to another town and I for the first time in 5th Class went to a co-ed school. Coming from a boys school where all that mattered was how fast you could run or how hard you could hit the ball suddenly I had a girl sitting next to me as my bench partner with nothing but a bag between us. Imagine the case of a woman on a diet left alone in a cake shop. All of a sudden there was a conscious boy who loved the feeling of being surrounded by the girls and yet felt clumsy all the time about his looks, he needed to have clean clothes and most importantly have a decent flock of hair as only they could enhance the look. But my hair refused to be wooed by the girls, they decided they just loved my forehead and they would not go away from it no matter what. I seriously think almost half my time in school would go behind trying to keep my hair in place and it showed on my studies, I was a scholar till I was in the boys school coz I didn’t have to worry about my hair there… suddenly from high 80% marks I came to the 60% marks in 5th for the first time… blame it on the girls or the hair one and the same…
Some cousins would tease by calling it the ‘Tapeli Cut’ meaning you put an empty vessel on your head and then whatever hair that was left out was cut and hence this look some even more evil souls would call my hair cut a ‘Sadhna Cut’ and would giggle their hearts out at my expense…. 
Can you now fathom the amount of amazement I encounter when I see people going for straight hair !!!!!!!!!!!
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I know after seeing that picture you will nod your head and acknowledge the fact that I had no choice but to concur. No matter how many times I would take them away from the forehead and park them within themselves they would just return to their place. Something like a dog’s tail, you just cant stop it from doing what they are naturally designed to do
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I would apply oil to keep my hair from falling on my forehead but that had another effect some of my hair in the centre would stand up like a choti the moment they would be applied with oil. At nights I would use bands that girls used to use to keep the hair up and culture (teach) them to stay away from my forehead but to no avail. If after bath I would go out on a bicycle or bike before they dried they would just stand up like I had just seen a ghost and actually make me look like a Ghost
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Then one day me and my two brothers who were facing the same problem went to our family barber ! We had decided we would shave off our heads the na rahega baas an bajegi basuri solution. I remember the middle brother went first and after seeing him without hair the other two just bailed out and ditched him alone without hair. Going bald was not a solution… sigh… Don’t even ask what our brother did to the two of us and how much he cursed till his hair grew back and all sorts of reasons he gave to people about going bald It was not even a fashion to go bald then
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Like all good things in life come accidentally I noticed once that whenever we would play cricket and I would sweat under my cap, my sweat actually acted as the best hair gel that would keep my hair in one place and not allow them to fall on to my forward. A miraculous discovery had been made. Soon it became a practice to comb my hair and wear a cap after bath for about 20 mins and LO ! Amazingly my hair would stay away from my forehead. 
As silly as it sounds I always carry a cap with me, even when I would go to work meetings or training, after bath for a while I would sit in a cap in my room to allow my hair to settle ! No wonder I always have a cap on my head
