Anyway it was time to shower and as I looked at myself in the mirror I was shocked as my beard seemed to be missing. Surprised, I switched on the light and saw just a shadow of my beard. I cursed myself for letting the barber trim my beard with a machine. No wonder Tara had said yesterday that I was looking neat! Normally she does not register my haircuts, a dividend for being bald.
Actually I grew my beard inadvertently years ago when I could not shave due to herpes, probably shingles is a better word. As managing a full beard seemed arduous at that time, I tried a goatee and continued with it.
I almost took it off when it turned white and someone said that I could look like Amitabh if I dyed my hair on top. (I was almost bald!). Why would I imitate an actor who is even younger than me? Anyway Dev Anand was our hero.
I guess the time had come for me to change my image. I forgot to take my scissors to Pune and my beard became unruly and unkempt and it was too boring to work on it myself and surrendered it to a barber. I also noticed that my grand children were no more interested in touching my beard. They had passed the age of being intrigued by it.
In fact, while in Pune, I had asked Leela if she liked my beard and whether I should keep it. Her first reaction was 'You can take it off!', but being the diplomat she is, she said: 'If you want you can keep it'.
So as I looked myself critically with the shadow of a beard on my visage I decided to take it off. It was easy as not much was left in any case.
I can barely look at myself in the mirror. I guess it will be a while before I get used to my new image!