Haircut

For a while nothing has been going right for me. Brazil lost to Holland, money is running dry and then the haircut. Yesterday was a bandh, in Mumbai. Of course it's a common phenomenon for my good old Calcuttans, but a bandh in Bombay is like growing grass in the sahara. Well, it was a good day, no office, humble drizzles, the day was progressing quite normally and I was generally giving myself a shave. Using the electric shaver Manni bought me and then the idea struck me. How about giving myself a trim. So, i started, slowly and carefully chopping little strands here and there, and then I looked in the mirror. I told myself, hey lil guy, this ain't too bad, you can carry on. So audacious as I was, encouraged with the novelty of my electric shaver which even allows you too trim your own hair, went a little further. And of course, voila, quite ingeniously I managed to shave a huge chunk of my hair leaving it practically bald (for lack of a better word). And yes, in order to cover that little patch, I did shave off my hair completely. Manni has a new name for me; Belmundu. And the rest as they say is history!