Plans for a tonsuring - Saga continues by benwin316

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Hi! This is Ben again! The following story is about a plan I made in secrecy to convince my mom to tonsure me yet again. Before we start, I strongly encourage that you read the previous story in the sequel - In the beginning... - Start of a saga. Doing so would help you get the timeline in place. Anyways, let's begin!

After my first tonsure, technically my second one, I wanted to have another tonsuring session. And I was about to make plans for the same, but then my mom came with the news that were music to my ears. Just after the first tonsure, the very next month she called the barber again for another session. I was overjoyed hearing this. But, I wanted everybody to think that I was forced to go through these sessions. So, I staged an elaborate play, I tried to put a frown on my face, delay everything that I was instructed to do and so on so forth. This worked so perfectly, that the barber himself asked my mom to reconsider her opinion, but my mom didn't budge. So my grandmom held me in place. I obediently bent my head and had my head tonsured. It was just as good as the first time. Getting to see my scalp after a month's growth is scraped off my head is so relieving, so liberating, I am struggling to find words to explain the feeling. Nevertheless, I kept my stage play on and went to the shower putting on the frown. After the shower, and after I put my boxers on, my family had to fight getting me into the same spirit I had before the tonsure. But, no one knew that I was actually on cloud nine all this while.

This stage play of mine, had a rather unprecedented aftermath, my mom basically vowed not to tonsure me again, DISCLAIMER, slight use of exaggeration here. The reality being she didn't want to force me through something I didn't actually like. Secondly, the south Indian culture says that boys must be tonsured at least 3 times, so since the latest tonsure marked the third time, she didn't really want to do it a fourth time. Because, my mom likes long hair. So despite my wait for another tonsure it never happened.

So, I decided it was time for another stage play, because I didn't have the courage to confront my mom with this desire to tonsure my head. Neither did I want to have such a courage, since I loved the idea of being forced to go through these sessions. In my search for plans to tonsure my head, something caught my attention, people with medical reasons, such as lice or hair fall tonsure their head! I took the scissors and randomly cut a few patches on my head, making sure they were just cut and didn't fall the very instant I bend my head over. I went to my mom with this rather patchy head and would tell her, I have great hair fall, so much so that a slight force could make my hair uproot from the scalp. This made her a bit worried, and wanted to book a doctor's appointment. But, I had to find some way I stop this appointment from ever happening, cause, if it ever happened, my entire play would turn into ruins.

But, just as many things in life, our plans don't get to work exactly as planned. In short, my appointment did take place, and the doctor looking at the patchy scalp immediately ruled out alopecia. She even pointed out that the roots seemed healthy. But, then she didn't say that I must have cut my hair myself, rather, she said it must have been due to stress. And even advised me to take a few days off of school. She remarked that any kind of medical intervention or treatment wasn't necessary, since the episode of hair loss was likely due to stress. My mom asked her what is to be done for the bald patches, she suggested either I use a wig or tonsure my head. She added that I could leave my hair as such and use a comb to hide the bald patches with the longer hair elsewhere, but my mom wasn't very happy with this option. So she went ahead with the first suggestion and asked me whether I wish to use a wig, but then I refused saying that no 14 year old uses a wig. And I said I prefer being tonsured in this particular situation with apparently only these two options. My mom said fine and we left the clinic.

The next day morning, she told me to take the day off and took me to the salon where I usually go. The barber asked about how I would like to wear my hair, my mom intervened and said to tonsure me smooth. The barber agreed and started wetting my hair and scraping off hair from my crown thenceforth. And finally, I was bald the fourth time. My mom left me at home, bought me watermelon and and left for work. I was staying with my grandmom the entire day.

I thought my plan had worked and I would be going to school bald the next day, I really wanted to show my bald head to friends, so that they may start calling me 'mottai', and also I did not want to miss any of my classes. In fact, I love going to school. But, when I woke up the next day, my mom told me that I wasn't going to school for a week and that she has already informed the teacher. So I had to obey.

I wasn't very afraid of creating backlogs, since I had completed the entire 10th grade syllabus well before the academic year even started, during the start of the quarantine. So I was getting a bit bored at home, which my grandmom took care of, by telling me stories and what not. But this, which seemed to me as a victory, was something that's going to manifest into something beastly when my mom comes to know about the play I had staged. And the chronicles of I managed to shave my head for the fifth time is a story for another day.

Until then, let me know how this story is and how I could improve. I would like to remind the readers that English isn't my native tongue, so I earnestly look forward to some constructive criticism. I would like to thank everybody who took their valuable time to go through this as well as the previous story and comment their thoughts.

Bye until next time!

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