A bald patch has no match: Just for laughs 

The unfortunate baldie would seldom revel at his barren disposition. For he’d really be scratching his scalp over why the weather winds wickedly over some heads. Like this naked head who visited the shrink and said: “Doctor, I’m having hair-raising nightmares.” 

But for those who have been scouring the four corners of the world, so to say, for the elixir for a fertile pate, some philosophy should offer much consolation. 

Richard Hermann, a sworn baldie himself, wrote a book titled Bald like me, in which he propagated the very essence of bald pride. “Don’t go for the wig,” he insisted “you’re denying yourself as a person.” 

And baldies have frequently made the alley of greats. Lenin, Mahatma Gandhi and Gorbachev come easily to mind here. So, you shouldn’t feel done in by a bright patch, really. Unless you think bald isn’t beautiful.  

But this piece of information should dispel that presumption. On 8 December 1989, Sean Connery was declared the sexiest man in the world! 

Or do you know that bald actor Telly Savalas was born on the same day that bald revolutionary Lenin passed away? One bald turn deserves another, one ought to think. 

Finally, if you’re quite convinced now about accepting the shiny patch on the hat of your head, you sure won’t bother anymore with stories of the hair-raising kind.