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The art of growing bald gracefully

Published

3 years ago

2023/04/30

There are three important days in every bald(ing) man’s life: The day you realize you’re losing your hair, the day you realize you should shave off what remains, and the day you finally do. Growing bald gracefully is about reducing the gap between these milestones as far as possible. I learned this the hard way.

Before recounting my decade of denial and deceit, here are the bare-headed facts: I suffer from a type of baldness I call “the Prince William.” It combines an expanding circular patch on top (“the Friar Tuck”) and receding corners (“the Jude Law”). The two must eventually meet. Or, to put it another way: The bridge between my last strongholds of follicle activity has grown ever thinner, my hairline drifting apart like two continental landmasses. What once resembled Pangaea is now little more than a footbridge over the Bering Strait.

My mother was the first to notice this tectonic shift. “You’re thinning,” she observed, hovering over my then-25-year-old self at the family table. It seemed fitting that the woman who delivered me into this world should also discover my first sign of aging. After all, losing your hair is coming to terms with the possibility of looking like a big baby again. (Although my mom recently confirmed via WhatsApp that I had a full head of hair at birth. “I don’t do bald babies,” she added, unhelpfully.)

What followed will be familiar to men around the world. Realization is a creeping process of denial eroded by moments of shock and, later, resignation. Denial was believing that what wasn’t in the mirror (namely a birds-eye view of my head) didn’t exist. Shock was encountering a photo of myself, taken from above, and wondering, ‘Who’s that balding guy standing exactly where I was?’ Resignation was seeing an acquaintance across a bar, his greasy comb-over fooling only himself, and muttering to my wife: “Just don’t let me get like him.”

I almost did. Another five years would pass until I conceded defeat. I moved to Hong Kong and found a miracle barber who proved that coolness isn’t a hairstyle alone. A budding breakdancer (and bald by choice: hair is something of an impediment to head-spinning), he was adept at arranging my remaining locks in a way that maintained the illusion.

We had an unspoken understanding. But when I moved again last year, my attempts to explain his magic to new hair stylists became increasingly embarrassing. It felt like I was making them accomplices in my deception. “Just make it look… better?” I’d say, before removing my glasses and hoping what emerged would sustain me for another month or three. Successive barbers played along. But I, too, was fooling only myself.

Instagram’s algorithms discovered my situation and began populating my feed with clips of extreme toupée makeovers. Hints from loved ones were even less subtle — like when my wife returned from a work trip brandishing a gift, only to reveal a bottle of UV-protective scalp spray. Who said romance is dead?

In the meantime, I began making self-deprecating jokes and became more comfortable discussing my fate. Invariably, friends offered the same three condolences in reply: 1) That “at least” I can grow a beard, 2) that I have a “good-shaped head,” whatever that means, and 3) that, if I’m lucky, I might end up resembling the universal gold standard of attractive bald White dudes: Bruce Willis.

If you find yourself reassuring a balding man that he looks like Bruce Willis, I promise you he’s heard it many times before. It is reassuring, nonetheless.

‘Welcome to the sexy zone’

As your hair thins, small clumps start sticking out in new and unexpected directions. Human hairs crave company — and when their neighbors depart, they don’t know where to go.

I’d spend cumulative hours trying to convince individual strands to stick back down. Then one winter morning, as I fussed over a group of errant strays, a moment of clarity: I had grown more insecure about my hair than what lurked beneath.

That evening I purchased clippers, took them to the bathroom and unceremoniously gave myself the only hairstyle I’ll have for the rest of my life. A full 10 years after diagnosis, male pattern baldness had secured its final victory. A chapter of my youth ended in a pile of limp offcuts on the shower floor.

My wife told me I look much better than before. But she has to say that. My editor meanwhile assured me that I look more “athletic,” (indeed, my streamlined form may have knocked a few seconds off my swim time). Other benefits, I told myself, include quicker post-shower drying, no money spent on haircuts and time saved getting ready each morning.

Soon after completing the deed, I sent a selfie to my friend Anton. “Welcome to the sexy zone, comrade,” he wrote back.

Anton was the first among my friends to go bald. While I had the luxury of holding out until aged 35, he was an angst-prone 18 when he first found clumps of hair on the pillow. The denial phase lasted only until his early 20s, when it was shattered at a theater workshop by a teacher who instructed the class to “tilt over until you can see Anton’s bald spot.” He then performed what Anton described as a “little tap on the top of my head.”

“I was like, ‘What the f**k?’” he recalled over Zoom. “I didn’t say it, but I felt assaulted. Not only because he tapped me on the head, but because I didn’t even know I was bald! That was the first I’d heard about it.”

He soon found looking at photos of himself depressing. He too was assured that “at least” he had a beard and a “good-shaped head” — again, whatever that means. Someone told him he looked like Jason Statham, who is just the British equivalent to Willis. For Anton, going bald was “a very lonely” experience, especially at such a young age.

“There is something especially isolating about something happening to you that is socially acceptable to laugh at,” he said. “There wasn’t a sense of anyone feeling anything other than, ‘Sucks to be you.’”

– CNN

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India’s Republic Day

Published

6 days ago

2026/02/1

Thilina Walpola

Cultural perfomances showcasing tradition and talent

India’s Republic Day was celebrated in a spirit of unity and pride, as guests gathered to mark India’s democratic journey and its enduring commitment to freedom, diversity and progress.

India House came alive in hues of saffron, white and green as the 77th Republic Day of India was celebrated with stately elegance and heartfelt pride Set against the manicure lawns of the High Commissioner’s official residence, the annual ceremony unfolded as a graceful reminder of India’s enduring democratic spirit and its close time honoured ties with Sri Lanka.

Ambassador Santosh Jha with wife and Chief Guest Dr Nalinda Jayatissa

The morning ceremony commenced with the ceremonial unfurling of the Indian Tricolour. As the anthem echoed across the grounds, dignitaries, diplomats and members of the Indian Community stood united reflective on the ideals enshrined in the constitution of India, Justice, liberty, equality and fraternity. Adding cultural depths to the occasion was patriotic and classical performances thoughtfully curated to reflect India’s rich artistic heritage.

The evening reception had invited guests, diplomats, members of Parliament and many other distinguished guests. From traditional silk saris and sherwanis to chic evening gowns and tailored suits embodying a seamless blend of culture and continue.

The reception also offered a taste of India’s culinary artistry, with meticulously curated cuisine by Taj Samudra Colombo reflecting regional flavours with a modern twist.

Among the distinguished guests were the Prime Minister, Former Presidents, Ambassadors whose presence underscored the evening diplomatic and cultural significance.

The Tricolour rises, echoing the ideals of the Republic

“A day of pride and patriotism”- Ambassador’s words resonate on Republic Day

The chief guests was the Minister of Health and Mass Media Dr. Nalinda Jayatissa. The evening reach a memorable cresendo as the High Commissioner of India to Sri Lanka and Maldives delivered a speech emphasising India’s journey, its democratic value and its role on the global stage. He also spoke about the close ties between India and Sri Lanka, cultural exchanges and growing economic and strategic partnerships, reinforcing the special friendship between the two nations.

Pix by Thushara Attapathu

By Zanita Careem

Life style

Once a Heartian always a Heartian: Celebrating 130 glorious years

Published

6 days ago

2026/02/1

Thilina Walpola

A legacy begun by Belgian nuns, carried forward by generations of proud Heartians

This year, Sacred Heart Convent Galle celebrated 130 years of excellence, and the occasion was nothing short of spectacular. Alumnae, fondly called the old girls, walked the corridors of memory, reliving the elegance, discipline and camaraderie that shaped their youth. Founded by visionary Belgian nuns over a century ago, Sacred Heart Convent began with a clear mission of nurturing not only intellect, but also character, compassion and confidence. Today it stands as a timeless symbol of holistic education, blending its rich heritage with a modern vision.

There’s a magic in returning to the place where your story began – the echo of footsteps in old halls, the chatter of friends, the quiet thrill before assembly and the sense of belonging that never fades. This year as Sacred Heart Convent Galle celebrates 130 years of excellence. I found myself walking through memories that shaped not only my education but my outlook in life.

Founded over a century age by dedicated Belgian nuns, Sacred Heart Convent began as a humble institution with a bold vision to nurture intellect, character and compassion in equal measure. Set against the picturesque backdrop of Galle, with its charm and timeless beauty, the Convent became more than a place of learning, it was a sanctuary of discipline, creativity and grace.

My earliest memories of the school are vivid. I remember the feel of my uniform on the first day, the nervous excitement, as we walked into classrooms that I will always remember Sister Adrian’s warmth, guidance and encouragement . Her presence made every lesson meaningful and every Heartian feel truly cared for.

Galle itself added a special charm to the celebrations. The gentle sea breeze, the sunlit ramparts and the serene landscape created a perfect backdrop for a day filled with memories and nostalgia.

The 130 years of celebrations were a tribute to this legacy – an ode to the school’s enduring influence and the generations it has inspired.

The familiar bell at Sacred Heart Convent rang with a deeper resonance this year, calling together generations bound by faith, discipline and shared memory. As the institution marked 130 years of distinguished service in education, the celebrations unfolded not merely as an anniversary, but as a heart felt homecoming- a return to corridors where values were shaped and lifelong friendships were born. The alumnae returned in style, sharing laughter and stories of classroom adventures, chapel recitals and play ground friendships.

130 years strong-Sacred Heart Convent stands a beacon of values,discipline and life long learning

Old girls, present students and teachers unite to honour 130 years of pride

The highlights of the event this year was made memorable by a much loved Back to School theme that turned time gently backwards, Old girls arrived dressed in thier school day best, laughter filling the quadrangle as familiar bells , laughter, memories marked the back to school scene .

At the heart of the foundation of the school was Sister Adrian ,the devoted Belgian nun who served as principal, she had vision, discipline and unwavering dedication that was the the cornerstone of Sacred Heart’s legacy. Generations of students carry forward her values and spirit she instilled over a century ago.

I found myself reminiscing about my own journey within its storied walls – the classrooms, the assemblies, the playground games and shared seats with friends that still bring a smile today. I remember the guidance of teachers who inspired curiosity and the gentle discipline of mentors who shaped our values.

The ‘Back to School’ feeling during the 130th celebrations was magical seeing Alumnae return, glowing with nostalgia reminded me how the spirit of Sacred Heart stay with us and remains etched in our hearts.

As the celebrations came to a close, I felt a profound gratitude for the school, for the Belgian nuns who laid its foundation For the present Principal Sister Sandya Fernando and Sister Mihiri Perera, Deputy Principal and Head of the Primary School and the teachers who carry forward this century old tradition with dedication and warmth. Their commitment to keeping the school’s spirit vibrant, bridging the gap between the history and the present. From Sister Adrian’s vision to the care of today’s dedicated sisters, Sacred Heart Convent has spent 130 shaping minds, nurturing values and inspiring generations.

For me, Sacred Heart Convent was never merely a place of learning; it was a canvas, a stage and a sanctuary, a place that taught me education is as much character as it is about knowledge.

As the school celebrated 130 glorious years, we salute Sister Adrian, and the visionary leadership of the current principal and Vice principle Thier dedication have shaped generations of Heartians, instilling values, courage and compassion For me this celebrations stirred cherished memories and a reminder that the heart of Sacred Heart beats strong, carrying its legacy forward with pride and love

By Zanita Careem

Life style

Fathuma Marleen on style, strength and grace

Published

6 days ago

2026/02/1

Thilina Walpola

Chic and modest

Threads of influence

From the buzz of a busy salon chair to the delicate precision of couture hand work, Fathuma Marleen carved a space where style,skill and sophistication intertwine.

Her signature lies in the subtle artistry of her embroidery and handwork. Every stitch, every embellishments reflect a dedication to precision and an eye for detail cultivated from her earliest days A guiding force for women she touches human lives with generosity,empathy and unwavering commitment

Fathuma Marleen’s story begins not on a runway,but behind a salon chair,scissors in hand,hair falling softly to the floor,and dreams quietly taking shape .As a young hairdresser,trained by Janet Balasuriya , she learned early the art of transformation:how confidence blooms when a woman feels seen,styled and celebrated. That intimate understanding of beauty,personal,emotional and deeply human later became the backbone of her creative journey.

Marleen lawyer turned Ambassador

But her creative spirit couldn’t be confined to hair alone In a world driven by fast fashion and fleeting trends,Fathuma Marleen’s work caught the attention of established names in the couture world. Driven by an eye for fashion, she transitioned into stitching, turn ing fabric into statements of sophistication and glamour.She went on to sew for top designers and Colombo’s fashion conscious women, contributing behind the scenes to collections that demanded excellence, consistency and technical mastery. Though her role was discreet, her impact was unmistakable among the landscape of fashion,each of her designer clothing had her signature precision. Her signature touch soon became popular among top designers ,whether it’s a flowing gown, or an Indian Shalwar or a flowing abaya, her intricate,embroidery or her sleek cut had a story . Yet at the height of her creative journey, Marleen made a personal sacrifice,she moved away from her burgeoning fashion career to join her husband in his ambassadorial role to Riyadh.

A defining chapter in Fathuma Marleen’s professional journey has been her close alliance with the Women’s Chamber of Commerce and Industry WCIS, a platform that champions entrepreneurship, creativity and leadership among women. It was Nayana Karunaratne,her close friend with whom she co-created spectacular fashion shows stood firmly by her side encouraging,guiding and gently nudging her back towards her creative calling.

Her work gained particular prominence under the guidance and encouragement of Nayana, this partnership proved transformative, and Fathuma Marleen designs stepped into the spot

Notably her creations featured at the Chamber of Commerce, fashion show led initiatives, including high profile Abaya presentation showcased at the Hilton, which left the audiences mesmerised. Her creations unveiled marked a defining movement in her journey. Modern silhouettes,rich hues and intricate embroidery,

clear lines, thoughtful detailing, appealed to modern woman who values both tradition and contemporary style. The collection resonated strongly with the audience. This show was a celebration of Marleen’s return to the spotlight The Hilton shows stood as a turning point-proof that Marleen’s design journey had depth,direction and a story still unfolding.

When her husband’s diplomatic posting took the family to Riyadh. Fathuma Marleen embraced a new chapter, one that required poise, adaptability and cultural awareness.

As an Ambassador’s wife she navigated formal responsibilities with elegance, balancing public engagements, all while maintaining her creative pursuits but limited due to new responsibilities ,yet she remained a quiet force in style and women’s empowerment,balancing diplomacy and creativity

Through it all, she remained committed to family. Her three daughters each now accomplished doctors and son Banker in the US were nurtured in an environment of discipline.

She says ‘ my family remains my cornerstone a source of pride and inspiration’. She cherishes her children and grandchildren, who continue to inspire her with thier own passions and achievements Beyond fashion, she is a dedicated social worker and champion of women,turning every endeavour into a celebration of creativity,sophistication and style. Beyond glamour, Fathuma is a woman driven by compassion. She devotes herself to running an orphanage established by her husband,carrying forward his vision and touching countless lives.