The Ultimate Crisis

i had my first three gray hairs yesterday pulled out. i thought i am invincible, eternally young, pure but seeing those three measly gray hairs made me realized how mortal i could be!

at the end of my 30's i proudly say that despite the thining hairline (which could be remedied by sporting a short hair cut and wearing caps), i never have had gray hairs. despite my pun of my every growing belly, i have always maintained a size 31-32 waist line. and despite of my little fuck ups here and there, i boast of my very sharp memory, and an occasionally acidic wit.

anyways, there we were in the clinic, on a sunny but dusty manipuri afternoon that while bending over some charts that needed reviewing, someone noticed that i have gray hairs. and like a scene in a movie, i dropped the files and asked for a mirror. khaipu who was there en route to shalom hospice, volunteered to pull them out. sad, but that is minus three out of my 120, 459 head hairs left.

after clinic, i headed to the array of pharmacies outside of the district hospital to look for a hair dye. as i was about to purchase one, i remembered how vain it would be for me to jump at this sad thought! i smiled at the sales person and asked for alprazolam instead. i may have gray hairs, but tonight, i shall be sleeping fine.

and looking closely at it, i may look nice with gray hairs. wisdom personified. watch out george clooney.