Yuva
Hi, this is one of the funniest things that happened when I was younger. Even now, whenever I see someone with a shaved head, I suddenly remember it and start laughing.
My name is Abi. I’m from Kerala, and now I work as a model doing ad shoots. But this happened when I was 18, right after my board exams.
That summer, I had only one goal — grow my hair long and look stylish. I was always crazy about my hair since childhood. If my parents even suggested cutting it short, I would argue immediately.
At that age, I didn’t even have a proper beard, only a small moustache line. So I used to style myself like a Korean boy. Soft hair, clean face, neat look. My hair had grown till my ears, and honestly, I looked good. Many girls had a crush on me, and I knew it.
That whole summer, I took care of my hair like it was a treasure. Oil, combing, checking the mirror, fixing angles… everything.
Then my birthday week came.
I thought, perfect time for a trim. I’ll look fresh for the party.
My crush was also coming with my classmates, so I wanted to look my best.
At around 9:30 PM, I took my bike and told my parents, “I’m going for a haircut.”
They said, “At least cut it properly and neatly, Abi.”
I said, “Enough advice,” and left wearing my black hoodie.
I went straight to my regular salon.
Closed.
I called the barber.
He said casually, “I went on a trip.”
I just stood there thinking, why today?
Still, I didn’t give up. I rode around the city looking for another shop. One after another, everything was closed. I checked five shops in total.
By then it was late. The roads were dark and windy, but I was desperate. I only wanted a small trim.
While returning through another road, I saw a tiny shop near a temple with lights still on.
I felt so relieved.
I parked the bike and went near it. Inside, an old man was sleeping in the chair.
I thought for a second… should I wake him up or go home like this?
Then I remembered my crush.
So I woke him up.
He slowly opened his eyes. He looked sleepy.
He said, “No cutting now. Come in the morning.”
I begged him.
“Please uncle, tomorrow is my birthday. I’ll pay extra.”
That worked.
He got up, tied a towel around me, made me sit in the chair, and started getting ready.
I clearly told him, “Just trim the ends.”
Usually during haircuts, I close my eyes and wait till it’s over. I even had a habit of taking a before and after selfie because I always expected to look better.
So I took one last selfie, adjusted my hair proudly, and closed my eyes.
He switched on an old speaker and soft melody songs started playing.
He sprayed water on my hair and combed it slowly. I was relaxed. I was already imagining my crush seeing my new hairstyle.
Then suddenly…
He held the middle of my head.
SHHHHK.
A cold breeze hit my scalp.
I opened my eyes immediately.
I looked in the mirror.
A clean bald strip had been shaved from my forehead to the center of my head.
I froze.
For two seconds, I couldn’t even speak.
Then tears came automatically.
I touched the smooth patch and said, “What are you doing?!”
The old man laughed and said, “Boy… this shop is for temple head shaving only.”
I looked outside.
Only then I noticed the board properly.
This was not a salon.
This was a tonsure shop.
I felt weak.
Half my personality was already on the floor.
I called my mother and told her what happened.
She laughed harder than anyone and said, “Your hair, your wish.”
Then she said, “Only one solution now.”
I knew.
I slowly looked at the barber and said, “Finish it.”
He smiled immediately.
Then he continued exactly where he stopped.
While shaving, he asked, “What important haircut at this time, boy?”
I said sadly, “Tomorrow is my birthday.”
He laughed and said, “Advance happy birthday. Visit our shop often.”
I closed my eyes again.
This time not with confidence.
With surrender.
He slowly shaved all my hair with the blade. It didn’t hurt, but every sound hurt mentally.
After some time, I started feeling cool air on parts of my head that had never felt air before.
Then he finished the first round.
But he wasn’t done.
He applied water again and shaved in the opposite direction. He removed every tiny bit.
My head became baby smooth and shiny.
Then I looked in the mirror.
I looked like an egg.
Only my tiny moustache was left.
It looked worse.
I asked him what to do.
He said, “Better shave that also.”
Honestly, he was right.
I said, “Do it.”
In seconds, the moustache was gone.
Now I looked like a giant baby.
Then he asked, “Want special shave?”
At that point, my life was already finished, so I said yes.
He applied cold cream all over my head and face. It felt freezing.
Then he put a fresh blade and shaved everything again slowly.
Somewhere between crying and chill cream, I accepted my fate.
I was even enjoying it.
One hour after entering the shop, I came out fully polished.
Head smooth. Face smooth.
I paid him and rode home.
The wind hitting my bald head directly felt strange.
When I reached home, all lights were off.
I called for my mother.
No reply.
Suddenly—
Lights ON.
Balloons.
Cake.
And everyone shouted, “Happy Birthday!”
My four friends were there.
Then they saw me.
Two seconds of silence.
Then complete laughter.
“Abi! Nice haircut for birthday!”
“Good for summer!”
“Bro became monk!”
My mother laughed the hardest.
Then the worst moment happened.
My crush came forward with a cute smile.
She looked at my head, laughed softly, rubbed it a few times, and said,
“You’re looking like a real baby itself.”
I wanted the ground to open.
Then they made me cut the cake.
While I was cutting it, they sprayed snow foam directly on my shiny head.
Each friend came one by one and rubbed it for fun.
That night I lost my hair, moustache, and all birthday confidence.
I went to sleep on my pillow, and the feeling of my smooth head touching it felt strange the whole night.
The next morning, I checked the mirror first thing and honestly wondered if my hair would ever grow again. Sunlight was reflecting off my head like anything. I tried wearing a cap, but it was too small now.
In our friends group, they had already turned my bald birthday photo into a sticker and were sending it everywhere.
Then my crush texted me, “What happened birthday boy… has your hair grown?”
From that day, many people slowly stopped calling me Abi and started calling me “Motta.”
Even the neighbors said, “Nice style for summer, good looking!”
Some kids looked at me like they had never seen a shaved head before.
After all that, I decided to just stay patient and grow my hair out again. I thought one month would make a big difference. But when that first month passed, I still looked stuck somewhere in between — not bald anymore, but nowhere near enough hair to look normal or stylish.
but my story not yet stopped here…… it will be continued in next part….
