Thanks to this great actor, who introduced the salt and pepper look, now, the entire Indian film fraternity is shamelessly admiring the same, in India.
I have always had a love hate relationship with shaving. Don’t get me wrong. I believe in wet shaving. It is a right of passage and builds character. If I am provoked enough, I may even agree that dry shaves are for pansies. Much like electric toothbrushes and kindled novels. Anyway, dangerous territory here. So we come back to shaving.
I have always had a love hate relationship with shaving. Every once in a while, I love looking at my chin and toast ‘chin chin’ – fishandchipsian for ‘cheers’. There is nothing wrong with a beard. Or even the foetus of a beard. The prelude to a beard. The first chapter of a beard. The young beard. In fact, some follicular philosophers have opined that the emotions trapped in a beard are better in quality and authenticity than their nakedly unleashed brethren. Contentious, but then, philosophers you see.
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