MY HAIR

When I wake up early in the morning and appear before the mirror, I see myself as a man who has just come out of the coal mine. The old dirty looking dry long hair has changed not only my appearance but also the perception of others towards me. My parents ask the same question several times in agony, “Why do you keep long hair”? My friends also ask the question but with delight, my neighbours with suspicion, my brother with curiosity but I never ask to myself because the decision was entirely my own volition. Today, the long hair has turned me into a lazy person for my parents, a likely hooligan for the neighbours, a look-alike of Abhijeet Sawant (the first Indian Idol) for my friends but for myself, I have changed into a person who can make his own decision, who is independent and who is matured enough to carry a responsibility along with him.
Rolling my fingers along the cascading long hair, I get reminded of the times when I constantly defended it. Many said, the long hair did not complement my dark complexion very well but the long hair is more the part of me than my appearance. The part of me says I want to be an independent, free-thinking and grown up person and the long hair of mine justifies the personality I want to be a part of.
My hair may not be the most stylish but the style and attraction, for me, lies in the power to sense your own freedom and measure your maturity, not on the other’s satisfaction on your appearance of looking good.