satire: Hair Graft That Cost a Life

 

Market forces and cut throat competition have done what even heartbreak couldn’t—sent both young men and women rushing to salons in panic. Everyone wants to look better than better. ‘Content’ is a passé; ‘packaging’ rules. Whether you’re a salesman, a groom-in-waiting, or an aspiring actor, you’ve probably found a tiny capitalist living inside you—whispering that a head full of hero-like hair is your ticket to success. Never mind that this obsession can literally cost you your head.

 

Poets once filled volumes worshipping women’s hair. Long tresses were poetry in motion—hiding faces, spreading fragrance, making the world sigh. A whole economy sprouted from those curls: jasmine flower ring around your Bouffant, hairpins, nets, dryers, straighteners, shampoos, tonics, dyes, serums, conditioners, mehndi—an empire of vanity, spinning on the axis of the braid.

 

But imitation is the sincerest form of commerce. Men watched and learned. Slowly, the male species realized—hair, too, had power. Suddenly, “strong and silky” wasn’t just a shampoo tagline; it was a life goal. And as hairlines receded, the marketplace advanced. Every fallen strand was replaced by a new product ad: ‘Use our oil! Try our herbal shampoo!’ ‘Ammonia-free dye for the modern man!’ The more baldness spread, the shinier the bottles got.

 

Then came the grand miracle—hair grafting. A lab coat–wearing doctor greets you with stock phrases in polished English, waving before-and-after photos that certainly looked Photoshopped. Each hair comes with a price tag, as if your scalp were a prime real estate plot. It’s sold like panacea: graft your hair, transform your life. Suddenly, thick curls promise you everything—love, business success, film stardom, even neighbourhood respect. ‘No hair, no flair!’ becomes the gospel truth.

 

It’s the same fantasy that once told smokers that our brand would make women swoon. Only now, instead of lungs, it’s your scalp in the ‘firing’ line. The industry promises, ‘Get your dream hair in two sittings!’ while silently praying you survive the second. Some clinics look less like hospitals and more like execution chambers disguised with LED lighting. They invite you warmly: ‘Bring this ad for 10% off!’ To make you somehow fall for the offer.

 

But for some, that “10% discount” turned into a 100% disaster. People have literally lost their lives chasing curls that weren’t even theirs to begin with. It’s tragicomic world: dyeing your hair has replaced dying for your country.

 

So, the next time you see an ad that claims, “Grow your confidence, one follicle at a time,” remember: sometimes confidence is better bald.

 

Because at the end of the day stay the way fate keeps you, O shining bald moon what counts is what is INSIDE head and not OUTSIDE. Because let’s face it — the first signs of being lucky, wise, and rich are… having no hair at all! Don’t you want to look like a millionaire genius? Then ditch those fake-hair salesmen today! Trust me — you’re already handsome just the way you are.”