I'll be back

16:00, IST [21^th November, 2011]

It was particularly a tense day, with the project going live. Everybody in the team was very much engrossed in the deployment stage. The client was particular about the date, they had announced in the market launch of a new web based service. The mood within the User Interface development team was rather morose, the reason, a bug had been reported whose exact origin was difficult to find. They just had less than a day to fix it.

21:00, IST [20^th November, 2011]

The entire offshore development project team had worked day and night to meet the deadlines of the customer.  Everything was perfectly right and ready for the deployment phase. All was going fine until the client’s testing team found a bug in the User Interface. Tracking down that bug was pretty daunting; they had to call Vineeth, the guy who wrote the module code.

Vineeth was having dinner when his PM called. “Hey man, we need you here urgently. I’ve sent a cab to pick you up, be ready in 10 minutes, Okay?”, his PM ordered. Vineeth was really confused as why his PM called him after working hours, particularly when the project, he was pretty sure his part was perfectly executing. Son of a bitch, he cursed under his breath. After working on a Sunday and then calling back at night, what a life, he thought.

Vineeth came into the office and entered the ODC. Waiting by his cubicle was his PM and Team Lead talking to the onsite guy. He joined the call, but could not understand why the onsite guy was so paranoid about tomorrow.

“—we are a bit tight on schedule and such a problem would cause delay in deployment which we cannot afford, by the way has Vineeth arrived?”, asked the onsite guy. “Yes, here.” , replied Vineeth.

“So Vineeth there seems to be a small problem when the client’s testing team ran some reports. It’s a small glitch in the drop down list. There are some issue with the dropdown list, I would like you to go to the root of the problem and check it out asap ”.  
Goddamit! Freaks, at this point of time? , he thought.

“Okay, just give me an hour. “, replied Vineeth. Cursing his TL, PM, onsite guy and God he started working. Code was running fine, he checked the mails in the archive for Requirement analysis, went through the documentation for interface design provided to look for anything that was missed out.  He worked entire night. To make sure he did not sleep, he took way too much coffee. All alone in the ODC, his PM and TL took off for their homes.

Bastards; left me alone with this bullshit.
The onsite guy then pinged him, "I know you must be pretty pissed off right now, just get me something which I can show to the client. I am sure the problem arose from their end, you know how they screwed up the requirement analysis document the first time around?"
Vineeth just replied, "Okay."

All night he tried to find solution but all in vain.

18:00, IST [22^th November, 2011]

Vineeth was strained a lot. He had worked all night, but outcome was zero! The sleep deprivation thing was taking a toll on him. He still managed to stay awake by sipping more caffeine. His TA was concerned about his condition. “Why don’t you take few hours rest in the dormitory and then come back”, his TA advised. “No I’m fine Suresh; unless I do not get this thing sleep is hard to come by. That PM of ours would get to my nerves”, Vineeth replied. “Okay, okay – your choice.” said Suresh with shrug of his shoulders.

 “Hey how is that bug fix coming? Did you guys get it?”, PM almost barked out those words at the UI team, “Vineeth? I’m sure you must have screwed up pretty bad.”, he added sarcastically. Now with no sleep and lot of stress only thing Vineeth wanted was such appreciation.

 All through the project he was undermined, new technology to learn and less time for implementation left him horribly exposed, and wanting which made him put in more efforts than required. “Early to office and late to leave” was his motto. Things were becoming worse on professional as well as personal front. His relationship with his colleagues was deteriorating as the project came to completion, his work was top class but still something was going bad. He cursed his luck. His health particularly suffered during those three months of project. He suffered from insomnia and that affected his work lately. His doctor had told him about the tests that he ran and concluded insomnia, but Vineeth did not agree that he had insomnia. He claimed to have 5-6 hours of sleep daily, with just few days where he would sleep a little late but would wake up early in the morning.

Wish I could punch him, thought Vineeth. “No still working on it”, replied Vineeth with a cold stare. “We do not have much time, all because of your stupid mistake this day has come”, PM replied curtly. Vineeth did not reply, he just wanted to get out of this. It was almost dinner time when the onsite guy called up Vineeth. “Hey I am really sorry to bother you—the thing is that — that bug right its entire client’s fault. They did not provide the details right which was found in testing phase.” said the onsite guy in soft tone. Now that was such a waste of my energy, Vineeth murmured.

“That’s okay man, so mail me the details what they need now. I would complete that in an hour or so. That won’t take much time right? Any impact on the other things?” asked Vineeth. “I do not know the impact, but surely that new thing would not take time. Just execute every module first, run the reports and mail them back with the tested code.”, assured the onsite guy.

The rest of the deployment went fine with and the project went live within the deadline.That same night the entire team partied hard after that but Vineeth went to have some sleep to his room. He was not able to get some rest though he had exerted himself to extreme levels for past few days and more than that for past few months.

He had not called his Dad for months, thought of calling him but he passed that. Instead he clicked on Twitter app in his phone to kill time before sleep kicked in. He had not tweeted for a while and was surprised how work could kill his Twitter addiction.

                Vineeth G @vinzip tweets:

                Project done, time for some rest now. Bench awaits me baby! #Bench #IT

09:00, IST [21^th November, 2011]

Vineeth woke up at the irritating alarm clock ringing besides his bed. He killed the alarm and like a normal guy checked his phone for any updates, missed calls or SMS.

There was one update, Retweeted by Alter Ego” Project done, time for some rest now. Bench awaits me baby! #Bench  #IT” Staring blankly at the screen he got out of the bed and placed the phone aside.

He then readied himself for office and took a bus. He had planned not to go in the ODC, so he sat in the cafeteria to have a breakfast. He then thought, I’ll just show my face up there and come back to cafeteria. Entering ODC he bumped into his PM, Vineeth just gave a sly smile to him. PM did not look back or returned a jibe at him. He went to his cubicle to find only Suresh talking to somebody on VOIP. When he was done with the call, he asked Vineeth why he chose not to come to the project completion party. Vineeth just dodged that question, “So is there any project in the pipeline?” he asked. “No probably, a long time on bench it seems”, replied Suresh. Vineeth then just sat on his chair and started checking updates on Twitter. Man I’m going to get hooked on this again, he thought looking at the screen.

He checked the profile of the guy who had retweeted his yesterday’s tweet. He checked his following list, only one? That too me?, he was amused. Then he checked that guy’s TL, it was pretty good for a guy with just 10 followers, that too all Twitter bots. He chose to follow him right back.

That night he went to the sports bar to watch a Champions League match alone.

09:00, IST [22^th November, 2011]

He woke up again at that shrill alarm. If that clock was a human, pretty sure I would have killed him, he swore to himself. He was pretty hung over; I might have drunk too much probably. He did not remember a single incident what happened; I must have blacked out—hell who took me back home! , flurry of thoughts came in his mind.

He was getting late to office, so he hurried up. On the way he was thinking about last night, he then realized that he was tweeting the whole time till he was in his senses. He then opened Twitter app on his phone, looked for something which might suggest what exactly happened. Suddenly his eyes were fixated on a mention which he found scrolling down the list which said,

                Alter Ego @vinalt

                Enjoying the game with @vinzip, this man is good!

                1.30AM 22 Nov 11

Vineeth was a bit amused and shocked at the same time. How can a guy on Twitter who I followed yesterday meet me at a random place at such an odd time, he had so many questions in his mind at that moment. He concluded that coincidences happen and he might have bumped into him, he had his own profile picture on his Twitter profile, the Alter Ego guy might have found him. He then sent a DM to AlterEgo.

Vineeth G

Hey man, thanks for the lift back home. I assume you must have dropped me back home from the bar.

Do reply back.

04:00, IST [23^th November, 2011]

Vineeth woke up with a strong urge to drink water. So he went to the kitchen, opened the fridge, took out a bottle of water, and gulped it down. He reached out to his phone as he went to bed again, found a twitter update:  New direct messages

Alter Ego

No, I did not drop you back home. You and I were piss drunk last night. I went away early and you were still there.

Vineeth was confused, he then replied back to him asking Alter Ego guy to send his phone number.

09:00, IST [23^th November, 2011]

Today the alarm did not ring, Vineeth though woke up. He still remembered this morning he had sent a DM to Alter Ego regarding the night in the Bar.

He then checked his phone whether he had any message. No updates, he was too eager for a reply from this guy. He then hopped along to ready himself for another day at office. He had a meeting today with his PM, he never wanted to see that man’s face again, but he had to, appraisals were important. I could kill him if he takes a dig at me again —, he calmed himself down and moved towards the meeting room.

There he is— that fat, greasy bastard, Vineeth again controlled himself and put a fake smile on his face. They greeted each other and PM told Vineeth to have a seat. “We had put hold on the appraisal process due to the on-going project we had at our hands.” PM then added, “You guys did an admirable job though, especially you, Vineeth”. “Thank you for your kind and encouraging words”, Vineeth replied sarcastically. “But I’m afraid ­­– this time around we would not be able to increase you CTC, but—but there is a bonus of ten thousand Rupees”, PM said. “—which would be paid out over a duration of 12 months. Yes—yes, I know that bullshit. Frankly speaking I’ve taken a lot of it. I’m resigning”, Vineeth lashed out angrily. He stormed out of the room to the cafeteria and had a coffee to calm his nerves. That day he felt, he had enough of the sufferings. He then typed out a resignation letter and submitted it to the HR department in haste, then stormed out of the office building to catch a bus home. Everything was impulsive and even Vineeth, himself was shocked when that feeling started sinking into him.

15:00, IST [23^th November, 2011]

Vineeth woke up to the buzz of his vibrating phone. His TA, Suresh was calling him. Vineeth was not in a mood to talk to anybody. He was going to shut off his phone when his eyes turned to a new notification: New direct messages

Alter Ego 
Wretched is his soul who does not speak for himself, think of your desire what you want, numbered are your days, so speak for yourself.

Vineeth was really getting angry at how his day was going. First an inconsiderate boss, now this guy trolling him, sending vague and obscure texts. He replied to Alter Ego that stop joking around and be serious. He then tried to sleep. He wondered always, why that I feel is jaded even when I sleep sound at night. He then closed his eyes. He did not shut off his phone.

20:00, IST [23^th November, 2011]

He then woke up again only to find himself hungry. He checked his phone again, that Alter Ego guy was still on his mind. Oh! New message!

 Alter Ego

You must be thinking I’m trolling you, eh? Just think who would troll a loser like you. But do not worry I would compel you to end your life tonight. Put you out of your misery like that old dog that nobody wants in his home. I’m coming for you. Watch out.

Vineeth laughed his guts out and thought about that guy as a maniac. He did not know him, might be just that something he was holding grudge for that day in the sports bar—must be a Manchester fan—yeah must be, I had tweeted something about that and he was there too, Vineeth thought. For such a banter, this guy took it way seriously it seems.
He then had his dinner, watched some TV and then booked ticket to go back to his home, Mumbai. He had not told his father about his resignation, he never told him anything. After his mother passed away talks between them had lessened and it contributed to their deteriorated relationship.

04.15, IST [24^th November, 2011]

Vineeth woke up crying out in pain. He was shocked to find his T-shirt covered in blood, a knife by his side, he could not comprehend the situation initially. His first reaction was to reach out to his phone and called Suresh, his only good friend. He told about his state and Suresh assured him that he would reach there in few minutes. Vineeth then called the nearby hospital for ambulance stating emergency. The hospital dispatched an ambulance to his place. Suresh reached Vineeth’s place, got the spare key from his landlord, and got to Vineeth's room, to his horror he found him in a pool of blood, unconscious. The ambulance then arrived and with the help of the ambulance guys took him to the hospital.

06.00, IST [24^th November, 2011]

The doctor who operated on Vineeth told Suresh that he needs to fill out the form and answer few questions by the police as it might be suicide case. Suresh was shocked to hear suicide from the doctor, Vineeth would never do that, he thought. The inspector called out Suresh from the room where Vineeth was kept under observation. Vineeth wound was bandaged and looked in better shape than the last time he saw. Vineeth was drugged to sleep by the doctor. Inspector asked Suresh about Vineeth and noted down all the information regarding him. Suresh told him everything he knew about Vineeth, though he was a good friend Suresh did not know all of the things. “Can you take me to his room? Just take me to his place and you can go your way afterwards”, inspector requested. “Yes, sure”, Suresh replied in affirmation. 

They both went to Vineeth’s room along with a party of few constables. The inspector assessed the room and told the constables to take the knife and Vineeth’s mobile phone as evidences. After searching extensively and cleaning the room  they left for the police station.

12.00, IST [24^th November, 2011]

The Inspector racked his brains on why this Vineeth guy attempted a suicide. The fingerprints on the knife showed Vineeth’s fingerprints, the case was crystal clear but why end one’s life, which was the question. He then turned on Vineeth’s phone to find any leads. As he turned on the phone there was a notification: New direct messages

Alter Ego

I’m coming for you friend—I’m coming. Be prepared.

He was shocked to read the earlier DM’s and this added to the mystery surrounding to this case. Suddenly his phone rang, it was the doctor. The doctor told him that Vineeth was awake.  Inspector rushed towards the hospital, Now only Vineeth can answer my questions, he was certain that Vineeth had answers.

Reaching the room where Vineeth was kept, the Inspector found him having some fruits. Inspector sat beside Vineeth’s bed. He inquired about his condition and smiled warmly at him.

“I do not like to beat around the bush, so let me come directly to the point—who is the Alter Ego guy you conversed with on Twitter?” Inspector asked. Vineeth became grave suddenly and told him everything what happened in past few days. “You mean to say you did not attempt suicide, that this guy tried to kill you for no apparent reason?” Inspector grilled Vineeth further. “Yes I am sure of that”, Vineeth replied with a firm conviction. Inspector told Vineeth to have some rest.

Inspector asked the doctor to get Vineeth’s family contact numbers and tell them about this. He then went back to police station with more questions than answers.

4.04, IST [25^th November, 2011]

“Sir, this is Dr. Rustom—yes, the one who is operating Vineeth—could you come here at the hospital urgently? We have something which we stumbled upon”, the doctor told Inspector with a fumbling voice. “Okay, I would be there in few minutes”, the Inspector replied and quickly changed into his uniform.

“Yes doctor, tell me what happened!” Inspector asked curiously. Dr. Rustom then explained everything what he observed about Vineeth’s behaviour for past 1 hour. Dr. Rustom said, “He has not slept since he woke up from effect of anesthesia. He seems to switch between two people as if he has split personality disorder.”. “Are you kidding me? He’s perfectly normal now”, Inspector said looking at Vineeth through the door.

“No I tell you, few minutes back he was blabbering about killing his own self, Vineeth, and that how did he survive the knife stabs. Then he seemed to have calmed down and when he again closed his eyes he was talking the same thing. Ask the nurse who was on duty if you do not believe it. He still is exhibiting this behavior. Patients like Vineeth look normal, but there seems to be something which might have triggered the suppressed personality in him which took hold of him. I’ve tried to talk to his earlier doctor and got his medical history. It says he was an Insomniac, which might explain the switches and sleep deprivation. Also you were telling me he had quite grueling few months on his project? That also might be the case. Classic case of mind and body differences. ”, the doctor explained.

The Inspector was dumb founded at this discovery; he had heard about Split personality disorders but never encountered somebody. He still was not sure about this and thought about those Twitter messages.

Then out of the blue something struck him like a lightning. He then removed Vineeth’s phone from the box which was kept in the back of the police car. He remembered some days back his niece had told him about the Twitter app and coaxed him to join Twitter by installing that on his smartphone. She had explained about the app settings which also included “Manage accounts” through which you could switch between two or more Twitter handles. He turned on Vineeth’s phone, went to the Twitter app settings where to his surprise he found the “Alter Ego” handle which sent DM’s to Vineeth’s handle.

Suddenly things were falling into place and he was starting to believe Dr. Rustom’s observation about Vineeth. He then called Vineeth’s dad and asked him to come to Noida. Inspector then asked doctor about Vineeth’s condition. He then told the Inspector that if not treated this might lead to further incidents like this and with traumas like Job or family matters, they would compound the situation.

17.00, IST [25^th November, 2011]

Vineeth’s dad flew to Noida and visited the hospital directly. Vineeth was not pleased particularly to see his father. Both were silent until the doctor came in and briefed Vineeth’s dad about his condition. Vineeth himself was shocked to hear it. He then asked for the proofs, the Inspector came in meantime. He showed Vineeth his phone and told him about the “Alter Ego” that he was the one who send himself messages and tried to kill himself.  Vineeth could now relate to all the incidents— the night at sports bar where he thought he blacked out but in truth he never really remember what happened when he switched to Alter Ego, the DM's which he could not really understand, it was his other side which never forgave him. It was difficult for Vineeth to digest that but he was convinced by the doctor that such things happen when you have a split personality disorder. He explained how he switched personalities and turned into a horrid, severely disturbed alternate person who hated Vineeth for these reason.
Dr. Rustom asked Vineeth’s father in private about Vineeth’s childhood and adolescent years to find an oppressed desire or thing which might have contributed to his condition, that is when Vineeth’s
dad revealed that he attempted suicide in 12^th standard when he was refused to make Fine Arts as a career instead was forced to do Engineering.
“From that day onwards he started hating me, he was good at studies and also at arts but I never wanted that career for him. Finally he accepted what he was into—but I could never in my wildest dreams think about this happening to him. Oh! What have I done!” The doctor understood the main reason for such behavior, then he questioned his project teammates regarding his behavior and that further cemented the reasons for Vineeth’s disorder.

17.00, IST [25^th November, 2012]

“So Mr.Vineeth, do you now feel better after therapy?” the psychiatrist asked. “Yes, I do. I have not got any DM so far to my Twitter handle so—yes that would be good”,  Vineeth replied and they shared a good laugh.

Life was back to normal again for Vineeth after a year. He took up a job at local newspaper as an illustrator and was making good progress with his new found life and career. His relationship with his Dad also was better.

9.00, IST [26^th November, 2012]

The alarm rang and this irritated Vineeth too much. He woke up and checked the time, had a bath and sat for breakfast. He unlocked his phone with cup of tea in his other hand. There was a new notification: New direct messages

He dropped his cup on the floor and trembled with fear.

Alter Ego

I’m coming for you friend—I’m coming. Be prepared.

Words left unsaid

He was sipping his drink while watching blankly into space. He was not alone; his friends around him were laughing and cracking jokes. Recent turn of events had left him cold and emotionless. The girl he loved ditched him for some inexplicable reason. He didn’t know that reason, he never cared to ask. Asking for a reason was never his thing, he accepted it but that thought never left his system. His friends tried to cheer him up bringing him to a fun place where he would forget the pain, after all that is what friends do.

Sitting at the edge of the cushioned sofa he was feeling uneasy. He excused himself to have a smoke. He never smoked but neither did he dwell upon such incidents. Walking past the door he bumped into a girl. Her purse fell; he bent down to pick it up. He rose up to find himself fixated onto her eyes.

Those eyes are like Simone, large and expressive those eyes.
He forgot where he was going, his footsteps turned back into the lounge following her. Just a glance of her mesmerized him, walking through the crowd he followed her only to be stopped by his friends. They took him back where the group was, just opposite the bar. He looked out for those eyes, found them at the bar sipping juice. She threw a glance at him as if inviting him.

He rose up and went towards her to sit by her side. The bartender asked, “Sir, would you prefer a drink?” to which he denied.The bartender had a sly smile on his face, he felt a bit irritated and shot him a stare. Then he reminded himself about why he was here.

"Hi, I’m Kabir.” he introduced himself to the lady. 

She did not reply back. He was quite angry that he made a fool of himself, maybe she's not interested...Man I've become a little rusty.

"I'm better off with my friends”, he muttered. 

He turned his back to leave the bar when he heard her say," You look quite a mess my dear; there's so much angst in your eyes. May I know why?”

He turned his head--in a mild shock though, that same voice, those pauses exactly like Simone. Though he was drinking heavily for a month and was under depression, there was refreshing feeling for the first time since he bumped into this mysterious girl. Brushing aside those thoughts he sat beside her. Only thing which made him pursue were her Simone-esque features. 

"Yes, I’m in a bad shape. I had an ugly breakup", he replied. 
"Poor thing, I do not understand why men are such pussies in matters of heart", she said with a sarcastic tone. “Excuse me?” he questioned astonished with the choice of words. 
"Yes, exactly.Aah never mind…Let it be—Can we dance?” she proposed. 

Kabir never imagined that he would be sharing dance floor with a girl when he woke up this morning. He started to like what he was experiencing but there was a strange feeling about which he could not understand. She had some pretty good moves and he was enjoying her company. They danced for few minutes, and then she suddenly asked,” Shall we go to the park? I feel suffocated here, please?”.

“There’s a park here?” he asked with a confused look on his face. He had been to this place once before but could not recollect seeing a park on the way. His rational mind was telling him not to pay heed to it but the heavy dose of alcohol was kicking in. "Okay", he said nodding in affirmation. 

They squeezed their way out of the lounge and Kabir particularly sneaking swiftly before his friends could notice. The park was few blocks away from the lounge; it was strange though with a small pond surrounded by huge pine trees that too in the middle of the city. He was racking his brains about the landscape of that place but thought he was pretty drunk now. The sudden change in landscape was noticeable but he was too engrossed  watching her silken hair dance with the wind. 
Now that's exactly like Simone. That's so strange, you are drunk. Maybe that's why you are having such thoughts.
He was confused regarding the whole situation, but somehow his heart was at peace. 

They did not speak a word since they left the lounge. 

They reached to the edge of the pond and she said looking at him,“You are a sweet guy—I fell for you long back and I still love you”. Hearing this he was bit troubled by the tone of her voice and he paced further few steps. But again reassuring him that he might be under alcohol’s influence he thought he heard something else, he tried to play along.

“I think even I am starting to like you but...” before he could complete a strong chill went down his spine through the leather jacket he wore. He turned back only to find himself alone in a cloud of mist. He fumbled though the woods which grew denser as he moved. He heard wolves crying out loud in a distance. He thought of calling out her name but he never really got to know her name. “Stupid, stupid!” he cursed himself. While all the probabilities were being calculated in his doped brain he heard a loud scream from a distance. Wheezing past the woods he reached there to find wolves eating the flesh off bones. Gathering courage he shooed away the wolves and reached the bones. 

“NO!” he wailed like a baby clutching those bones for certain those were hers, the mystery girl who was the new Simone for him. 

He wept and wept until he cried himself to sleep. He woke up in his bed at midnight calling out Simone’s name. He was shocked and surprised to be in his room and more so his mother calming him down. 

He woke up next day and asked his mother to explain what happened. He told his side of the story too; everything from his breakup, depression, last night. His mother was shocked to hear that he was in a park that night. She told him he was totally drunk and blacked out in the lounge itself; that his friends got him here. He then called up his friends to make sure what exactly happened. No one saw him going out of the club, talking to a girl or even dancing as he blacked out soon after Tequila shots. To make sure he even went to the lounge and asked the bartender, the same guy who asked him for a drink. He plainly denied offering him drink or even seeing him that night.

He then tried to call Simone. After the breakup he never tried to call her, this was the first time in months he was calling her. The bell rang as he waited patiently for her to pick up the phone. After few beeps it connected but the voice wasn’t that of her. 

“This is Alisha speaking, may I know who is this”, spoke gravely the girl on the other side. Kabir sensed something strange so he enquired about Simone. 

He let out a cry and fumbled for words as he could not believe what he heard. Simone and her friends were burned alive by a bunch of psychopaths while coming home from a trip down the woods. He remained down with high fever for a week. When he recovered then he could link the pattern in what he thought was a night he spent with the mysterious girl. 

He never uttered this to anybody from that day but the loss of Simone and those words unsaid made him feel depressed.

This must be the last time he would meet Simone he thought. “Till death do us part” he said placing the bunch of roses on her grave. 

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Bald you go!

It is said the hand that rocks the cradle rules the world. What about the hand that glides over bald head, it rules underworld. Shakaal, No?

क्या कहते हो ?*Shakaal accent*

Such is the fear of a bald man that you almost define them as bad-ass characters. So I was thinking about Kancha and other bald villains, if I go bald would I be that bad-ass." No, you'd be ugly”, my brother said while looking on the screen when I was typing. 

Now these thoughts aren't normal, these occur to you when you feel you are going bald. And I tell you it strikes fear in hearts of men that their beloved hair are gone. First reactions when a bald patch appears on the cranium cover are met with quite cold demeanour. But when it expands like Alexander the Great is conquering the world, gravity of the situation increases. This phase-1 forks out into either acceptance of "I'm going bald" or desperately saving the precious. (Remember Gollum from LOTR)

My precious *sob*

Reactions from household now are directly proportional to the volume of hair fall. Your mom is the most concerned of the lot. No she's not concerned about your hair, hell NO! She's just thinking about the marriage proposals you are going to get. She tries to convince you that a bald man would not get a good wife that is pure emotional blackmail to coax you into doing what not. She would go Hiroshima-Nagasaki on you if her advices to do medications or apply hair oil are met with denial or hysterical laughs. 

If it’s your Dad then you can’t imagine the friendly banter which comes to your way. Most of the times he would give you a cold stare and the smile slyly. Then you would go into flashback thinking about the hairstyles you did going against your father acceptance. “Karma is a bitch", you say to yourself. When you say, “I want to shave my head", the friendly Dad vanishes with him barking out that he's still alive. Brothers especially younger ones make the most of this banter. When your friends start making notice of it, you start yapping about how cool it to be bald is. But deep inside your heart wish, “Die my friend, die! May you be blessed with this curse". 

Interestingly, bookmarks in your browsers has increase in websites related to "How to cure baldness", "Hair fall consultants" and stuff related to it. If that is not enough even Dr. Batra's sms count increases in inbox .Every bald person you meet, you observe his clean shaved head calculating the efforts and money in maintaining that shiny egg. Good Lord it must be a more enduring task than growing hair. 

Kids in your locality start calling you uncle as if it’s been long since you have played with them. There's another addition to the line of successors for the throne of the 60 year old Joshi Kaka on the second floor, some might be waiting to uncover their wigs err. . . secrets.

All this goes in the head until acceptance of going bald happens when you visit this website to give a sigh of relief. Then you look into the mirror and Oh. Wait!

The vicious circle follows until it eats up all your hair. Ending this post I would like to quote, "Hair for a hair makes the world bald".

 Famous bald guys: Stone Cold Steve Austin (WWE Wrestler), Jason Statham, Vin Diesel, Zinedine Zidane, Ronaldo (old Brazilian, not the new one), Emile Heskey

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