Tagged: hair

Boys don’t cry

Boys don’t cry. Nah. They may run into nasty boo boos and get mommy to kiss the wounds from time to time, but at least when they’re with their gang, boys do NOT cry. And men. They do not cry. Ever! Nope. They can’t cry. The tear glands are there for...

To baldly go where lots of men have gone before

I have my hair alright. I suppose I could delude myself that it’s always gonna be there, but only under the influence of REALLY powerful hallucinogens like LSD, mescaline, or Keith Richards. The truth, however, is in plain sight. I’m losing hair like ballot papers from Florida. Historically, hair loss...

In constant peril…

The bush was thick and dense. And he was hidden well behind it. “No. They’re not gonna find me here”, he said to himself, half believing what he said… He breathed a sigh of relief and took a rare moment of rest. It was risky, but he chanced it; he...

The Road More or Less Travelled

The engine roars, the heart pumps and the tyres screech, throwing mud and gravel smack into the face of anyone dumb enough to put his face right behind the wheels of the Ford Fiesta, doing 140 km/h on the highway. The red Mahindra Scorpio is about five kilometers in front,...

And the Virus Attacks!!

The IT wave has indeed swept the nation. Words and their meanings change from zone to zone, time to time, and generation to generation. If you are anywhere close to my generation, then you would have seen the title and expected an article on how my computer seized up because...

Hamish Joy, Researcher

He said “Let there be light” And there was light He said “Let there be life” And there was life He said “Let there be large companies with lots of money” And there were large companies with lots of money He said “Let Hamish Joy get a job” And there...

Nash Says “I Do”

Last Saturday, I attended the long awaited hitching ceremony of my close friend, Nash. Nash and I go way back. (Ok, ok, so I’ve only known him for a couple of years. But in this high paced world, two years ought to count for something. A lot happens in two...

Embarrassment, My Close Personal Companion

It is fun to recollect the good times you’ve had. And I dare say every one of us have spent time musing over the ‘good old times’ one time or the other. As we pass through life, the highlights get embedded into our brain, ready to be triggered at the...

Confessions of a Recovering Thinker

[I wrote this article for the first time for my Btech Magazine back in 2002, i think. I edited some of it and re-wrote it to suit MBA when I came to Bangalore. This is the MBA version. I chose this version not because this is better. Actually, I think...

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