beauty and the beard..

My mother asked me..all of a sudden.. “So..no more companies are visitng your campus.?.”
Now as diverse the gamut of topics of my conversations with my mother may be, to my failrly accurate recollection, I dont think I ever discussed on those lines.
“How do you know?” said the bewildered self..yours truly.

“Well..you have grown that bakra style on your face again..”

Turns out my patch of facial hair communicates on its own ! Tada…

I remember when I had this chapter in my hindi text book, some author wondering about the purpose of nails, why they keep growing whilst we dont need them anymore. Well for one thing… we do need them, how the hell do you expect yourself to open that steel tiffin box haan??? Anyways.. I was thinking what possible reason makes a man grow his facial hair?? Now, I too maintain some patch of little grass there.. but if I told you that I liked the way it dances in the wind, I dare not expect anything less than a slap.

So like all journeys (and movies) even this should begin with exploration of the self, I too would like to find answers to this hairy mystery.

It all began in third semester when one day I decided to experiment. Intentionally left a little fuzz on my chin, only to see it grow. Have you ever planted a tree?? No its not exactly the same..but thats the best I can compare it to. And then I liked it, so I carried on with it. My mother never really was fond of it. She said, some of it is that sun tan, and some of it is that beard and something about how its all painted black ans stuff. Once she even offered me money to get it trimmed or cleaned for the better .

Now some men do it out of sheer laziness, it keeps growing, and those attention seeking men in their mid life crisis seem to enter a relationship with the beard. This neighbour of mine, who I think is trying to look a little mature and wise with the proper beard he tries to maintain. Well..wont blame him. A degree in interior decoration doesnt make you look all wise..does it??

Then..I know this friend of mine who gets into examination mode and stops shaving..for weeks. Another guy chooses not to shave when he has an interview (whats that about?). Once when I was at Jaipur..and I do have a pic of three of us friends..who came to be known as the bakra gang just because we happened to sport a little fuzz on our chins. (We decided to toss for it since then.. )

Funny..na..how I keep going on and on about hard pigmented strands of protien.
I often get asked weird questions..
“do you condition?”, ” does it itch?” and I say just one thing..
Do you hear peacock complaining about its might?