haircut

Today, I had a haircut and shaved my goatee. It might not be a news for most you but its always a special event for me and the people around. I was passing by the mirror few mints before and surprised to see myself. Feel like ostrich; without hair on my neck and under my nose. I regretted it for a split of second, then I thought what difference it make. nothing really.In fact, I look more agreeable now by any social standards.
I remember my college days when we were not allowed to grow even a mm more than air force standard haircut. My parents also never approve the idea of longish hair. I faced pretty stern resistance from their side while I had a pony in UET. But now when I complete freedom to do anything and dont feel like doing it.
Freedom is a tricky thing you actually never enjoy it if there is no resistance. Now when time is coming nearer to go back to Pakistan. I am thinking how my mother will delighted to see me in a pure gentleman gate-up. How the small things like trimmed hair, well ironed trousers, polished shoes will give her unique satisfaction. I always knew that she never approved my rugged denim, sneakers and rogue looks but I did whatever I wanted. But now I am molding myself at my own will into her mold of mine. May be I am doing all this because I think its now a payback time. i should do tiny bit of everything that can give them pleasure and satisfaction or may be its because its not a war for authorities anymore I know and also they know that I can do now whatever i want and whatever I am doing is for their happiness not to seek their approval. Anyway whatever the reason is, hairdresser industry must have been benefited..........;)