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If I were based in India, I would have had an elaborate Mundan ceremony. I would have probably sat in either Fia's or Dad's lap while a barber would be shaving off all the hair on my head. It would be an occassion to celebrate for everyone else.. but an afternoon of misery for me.

As I am based in UK, the ceremony was less elaborate.. but more fun for me.

Well here's how it came about. Most of my nursery colleagues were sporting Rock Star looks. So the nursery arranged for a barber to groom us into proper gentlemen and ladies. Mom and Dad decided I needed to lose some of my mane and so my name was on the haircut list as well.

As it turned out, it was not as bad as Yash or Harsh went through. I got the haircut from a Vidal Sassoon trained barber, who was gentle with me. I was also rewarded with a "Haircut Superstar" badge and a certificate too. Beat that if you can.



Here's how I look after the cut. Dad has resorted to calling me mini me



Ain't I a "cut" above the rest ?