Finally we are all bald
Thanks for 123, a short hair lady, to have replied. I also respect her views that she wants to go back to long hair. May be I will also do the same some time later depending on my mood then.
Sorry Lakshmi. I could not write till today due to various reasons.
We are from Vijaywada. We had booked tickets for the night Volvo bus to Tirupati. The bus journey was comfortable and all the seven of us slept well. We reached Tirupati around 5 am and soon took a smaller bus to Tirumala. The crowd as expected was less. We had cottage booking also. So, we trooped into our cottage, did some morning chores and by 8 am stood in line at Kalyanakatta for our tonsures. There also the queue was comparatively less and we could start our tonsures around 9-30.
We had an anxious moment when suddenly, my daughter started saying no to tonsure. It took myself and m-i-l some time to gently pursuade her to accept since all of us were doing it. Her main fear was of getting ragged in school. I assured her that she would be able withstand such ragging since she herself was a bold girl. Reluctantly she accepted.
The seven of us got three different barbers. It was a first time for all of us except our f-i-l and my hubby who had done it once when my husband was a boy of 10. I was eagerly anticipating the tonsure and so was my m-i-l.
In the first lot f-i-l and my sons got the gundu. It was 4 to 5 min affair and the tonsures were smooth. Both kids looked cute with their smooth and grey bald heads.
The next was the turn of my hubby, m-i-l and my daughter. I wanted to watch all the three. But I concentrated on my m-i-l´ s tonsure. With a smile she bent her head to the barber offering her wet midback long hairs with some grey in it. He started from the front and the first cut brought a kind of joy in her face which is difficult to forget. My f-i-l kept a close watch on my daughter´ s tonsure. Like my son´ s her three inch long boyish hair was thoroughly wetted and scraped off smooth and nice in about 3 minutes. When I glanced at her when the tonsure was halfway she was grinning contentedly. She seemed to have overcome her reluctance. By then my husband was rising. It was difficult to recognise him without his hair and moustache. For the first time in my life I was seeing him without his moustache and this was something I had been pressing for long. I always preferred a cleanshaven face for him which he had so far not accepted. I hope I will be able to pursuade him not to grow out his mouche anymore. His plan of retaining his mouche even after the head tonsure was vetoed by his parents and myself. He really looked good with his smooth bald head and cleanshaven face. By now both my m-i-l and daughter rose up with smooth grey bald heads and 1 meter wide grins. Both looked really good with bald heads. In fact my daughter looked so cute with her nice smooth round pate that I thought that I should have got her shaved more often.
Now it was my turn. This was the occasion I was waiting for for a long time. Of course, the boycut was the initial driving force but for the last two months, getting fullys shorn was something I was looking for with lot of anticipation. The remaining six baldies of our family gathered around to watch my depilation. I had put my shoulder long hair in a pony with a clip which my bald m-i-l removed releasing my hair. I sat in front of the barber. Like others, he wetted my hair with a mug of water and massaged it vigourously for a minute. Then he put the new blade he had collected from me (issued at the counter) into his razor, bent my head fully down and made the first scrape at my nape. Oh! what a sensation! As the scraping progressed my joy knew no bounds. I was thoroughly enjoying it. In about a minute, my entire nape was denuded. Then he drew a patch from the crown to my forehead. Then he tilted my head to my left and shaved off the hair on my right. Then the left side. He passed the blade all over once again making my head very smooth. I got up caressing my bald head with both hands. Truly the happiest moment in my life after the birth of my kids. Initially I had agreed for this as a price for boycut. But now I thoroughly loved it for its own sake.
Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I was convinced that I did not look bad and I decided that I would go around bald happily without covering.
Later we all had bath in Pushkarini and then Darshan of Sri Venkateshwara. It was 4 o´ clock in the afternoon when we came out of the sanctum santorum - a very quick darshan indeed on a Saturday.
By now my daughter was so happy with her bald head that we wondered whether this was the same girl who put all that tantrum earlier in the morning. She also refused any scarf. I myself ruled out caps for the boys since I did not find anything wrong in they going around bald. We left Tirumala around 7 pm and Tirupati around 11 pm. We reached Vijaywada on Sunday morning.
Most in the neighbourhood saw us with open jaws, muffled giggles, twisted noses, but some with open admiration. We all simply smiled at them. None of us could resist running our hands frequently on our own or some others bald heads in our family. My m-i-l took great joy in caressing my bald head apart from her own. I went to purchase vegetable on my Pearl with my bald daughter. Most eyed us a second time, some giggled but we smiled back.
When I entered my bank yesterday everyone was aghast in spite of being forewarned. Most said ´ you look so beautiful this way!´ . Our branch manager whose hair has grown back to normal, smiled beninly and said I looked good enough to work without a scarf. Well, I told him I had come without any determined to work that way. During work also the customers did take a second and third look, but I worked with a fixed smile and looked straight into their eyes as usual as if nothing had happened. I returned home contented. By today, both the bank staff and myself are used to my look and things carried on as usual. Only the customers do take curious looks since most of them keep changing.
My daughter came back from school yesterday a happier kid. Of course, she had been nagged and ragged a bit, but she has laughed away all and smiled with all. Since she did not wear anything, her smooth head became a swipe board for all and sundry including a couple of her teachers. She has taken that positively and today was almost a normal day for her.
My m-i-l has declared that she would shave again three or four years hence and has advised me also to do so as frequently as possible since I would henceforth be having a short boycut anyway. As for my daughter, we wanted her to grow it out long till her SSC (about 5 years hence) but she wants to go bald again next year. But our saloon barber who saw us all bald on Sunday afternoon examined the head of my daughter and told us that it would be good if we razor shaved her head every week for the next five or six weeks. He said that would make her hair more dense. And m-i-l has agreed since the kid is yet to attain puberty. [After puberty, no razor shave except in Tirumala as told by m-i-l]. She has caught onto that and is eager for her next shave coming Sunday.
And I am eager for my first crew cut with the same barber, may be August, maybe September.
One thing is that I will certainly take my m-i-l´ s advice and tonsure as frequently as possible, may be once in two years. I am wearing only sari, I continue keeping bindi, sindhoor at my hairline on the bald head, nose stud on the right nostril, earrings and small studs in the new piercings of my ear. And my husband cannot take his approving eyes off my face or his hand from head. He has agreed for the two year time table set by his mother for me.
A great memorable week for all of us!
I will write again after I have my first crewcut or boycut.