I didnt need shampoo to clean my scalp; instead a glass of
tainted water could excellently do the job, On the other hand you required tones of bubbly froth to cleanse your hair; evacuate the petulant granules of dandruff neatly entrapped between your follicles. I didnt need gleaming hair oil to smear on my head; all I had to do was clap it loudly with my bohemian palms, On the other hand you required swanky ointments; antiseptic creams to keep the conglomerate of your hair well in place. I didnt need scintillating scissors to use on my scalp; it would appear wholesomely ludicrous even if I held one in close proximity with it, On the other hand you required a plethora of sharp instruments; pairs of intricate razors; in order to occasionally trim the unruly tentacles of your hair. I didnt need a brush to part my scalp; as it nimbly obliged to my scrubbing it with a dust cloth, On the other hand you required a luxuriously serrated comb; to Meticulously entangle the incorrigible knots formed in your long hair. I didnt need to camouflage my scalp with a taut piece of cloth every time I ventured out; as there was no danger of the wind blowing it away, On the other hand you required to embellish yourself with a grandiloquent cap; a host of flapping sunshades; in order to ensure that the thin wisps of your hair didnt rip apart with the tenacious breeze. I didnt need to incessantly browse my hands through my scalp; while attending pompous parties, On the other hand you required to sporadically run your fingers against your
cuticles; making sure that they remained stringently aligned.
I didnt need to wash my scalp after bathing in the saline ocean; instead let it to dry over a natural course of time, On the other hand it was inevitable for you to stand beneath a steaming shower; to annihilate all the poignant salt trapped in your greasy hair. I didnt need to consume a battalion of salubrious vitamins to make my scalp glisten; simply standing under the blazing sun itself; granted it an enchanting shine, On the other hand you desperately required to procure every tonic available in the market; to impregnate an artificial luster in your lifeless hair. I didnt need to submerge my scalp into ravishing cologne to get noticed; people profoundly admired the openness of my head wherever I went, On the other hand you used to apply the most enticing of gel on your lackadaisical hair; and yet remained unnoticed. I didnt need to coat my scalp with black chemicals; intermittently apply a blend of paint and water to keep it in shape, On the other hand you were exorbitantly conscious about the greyness in your hair; painting it with brilliant dye; remained busy all day trying to pluck the insipid strands of white. Therefore it is my earnest prayer to you O! omnipresent Creator; to create me without hair for the next 100 births; if I fortunately took birth on this soil as man, For I considered myself infinite times luckier to remain bald; than suffer from the unrelenting tyranny of possessing clusters of bushy hair.