Hairs of the Heir  

I was chanting in joy rushing out of the college gate, finally The Great Dipression was over and now returning home was not the distant dream anymore.Having a far-sighted vision, I was well aware about the bus timings.So without wasting any time I was back on the sail towards my  Westroes .

It was a surprise visit,I was curious more than ever,and how they’re gonna react.I pressed the bell icon, instead of a notification my Mom came arising from the silhouette to open the door.For the first moment she was stunned and enthusiastic seeing her two luggage bags returning home, but as soon as I marched closer and the candle light exposed my face, her smile faded a bit.Neverthless I got entry and it was a great hospitality for the holiday King.

        I was enjoying my FIFA on the couch just when the Parents came off and our chatting got a take-off.We’re mid air when a sudden remark striked me ‘look at your face’.I was like ww..what , its normal.And the gears changed, “Your hairs are bit longer.. may be ..should get a haircut”.Before I could react,it was mom’s jerk “I’ll get you wake up early in the morning , then go to saloon”.For the moment I squeezed out very bit of that advice through my other ear and used that energetic  monosyllable “Hao ” and got back to Benzema to assist Ronaldo.

( .. on Full Time, we lost in the penalties *sigh*)

So next day,as the sun was rising up in the east, I was getting cozy under my blanket in the north . Mom tried to snatch it, but I was determined to not give my kashmir back.Finally after 1-2 hours of begging and crying for extra time loans, I woke up like champ.I knew its late and I wont be compelled to go to the Hair Temple.

I was silently triumphing over my victory but was clueless that this’ll going to be categorised under  Family Blasphemy Act , (My Birth Year) .

I was summoned at the dining table, every foreign eye gazing my innocent face and scaling the length of my black hairs.Within seconds, I was confronting the King, and he was obviously unhappy with my happy decision and turned his face in swift but a hostile manner .

Later Mom came and asked why I’m disobeying them.. whats the problem with just a haircut. Damn ! thats my words, I desired to ask the same.. why creating such a mess for those pathetic loose threads.

        But my thoughts fall deaf ears inside the ring, on the other side Mom was ready to grapple me with the Finishing Move.What I saw were the two almost moist eyes aiming me and whisphering something at low decibal frequencies.I’ve been victim of this weapon earlier also from time to time and knew the end is near coz its gonna be  R.I.P. for my hairs .

    Being the ‘yours obediently’ guy, I ought to choose Parents Pavilion and dumping my Hair Dream to other side of aisle. Finally the dream of being a dude with swag got murdered and with that came a popping invitation to fetch my hairs to that barbarian shop .

 

So you think its a cakewalk from here and I’ll let my disciples get martyred in this War Of Succession. Its not so EASY..

A wise man once said , ” If you’re passionate enough , just sail through , your shore will come closer “


       So stay Witty.. stay tuned ,

What’s gonna happen with the poor hairs , coming up in the next part !!


© 2017 WittyAyJ 

The copyrights on the article belongs to the author. The responsibility for the opinions expressed in the article belongs exclusively to the author.     

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14 thoughts on “Hairs of the Heir  

  1. I dont understand there obsession with out hairstyle and beard….i mean its our look….we dont care what people think….but no…what is a family without a lot of melodrama…my mother too is a drama queen, she gets her wish by saying things like…”kyn sunega tu hamari, ab kamane laga h, bada ho gya h”….i mean really mom!!😂😂😂🤣

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  2. Very amusing article. Here in Canada I have two grown sons. I would have allowed them any hairstyle they chose growing up but aside from the eldest growing it long around the age of eight they have always elected to wear it cropped short. I wonder if they would have wanted to wear it long if I had insisted it had to be short. Pick your battles carefully my friend respect for elders is important even when they seem unreasonable.

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  3. lol.. I know it sounds like a rebellion , but trust me I too care about their esteem and value their reasons. Its just at times opinions dont match but I’d kinda exaggerated to give a more comic storyline. btw your remark is more precious to me as any elder of mine would’ve guided me the same , were they present on WP : )

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