"Saab ek number machine chalaoon kya?". The lines that the empathizing barber spilled out when I asked him to shave my head. Seems like he could visualize the bald ball pretty well. And asked me to settle with a subtler one. Hmm...once out of the salon, it was a different tale altogther..I could see so many people staring at me. they couldn't belive a guy could go bald for no reason? Strange. I still wondr if it is 2006. or have people started going year unconcious. Whatever the reason. I realised my hair was my identity majorly. Cos I could just walk through my friends and they wouldnt recognize me. No hyperboles. I mean I never thought that my locks meant so much. Well..Its like I got a new life altogether. At times I look at myself in the mirror and think "Oops am I in a wrong room?" or say "May I help you?".Hmm..now Iam all set to go through all those preposterous and confused stages of hair growth. Iam sure Ill look everything from a drug delaer to a prisoner on parole to a psychosomatic champion. How many roads must a man walk down before youc all him a man? Asks Bob Dylan....How many days must I wait till I can use a comb? Asks me. I heard there are Hair growth manures. Did I hear right?Shortcuts to counter a short cut.