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My head is full of dandruff. They itch a lot. As I tried to write something, I felt an acute urge to scratch. And when I scratched, flakes of my dead skin scattered on my laptop keys. No matter what oil I use, no matter how frequently I shampoo, they always return. Situation worsened when one day my nails overdid it – red dandruff, have you ever seen it? And no need to say – hair loss.

Dermatologist or home remedy of eggs and lime? Getting bald or special spa therapy? Choices are many. But a research on dandruff says that the males are more susceptible to dandruff because of their hormones.  So there I doubt the efficacy of the treatments.  They can deter it for a while, but dandruff is bound to come back. Because you know…male hormones.

Never have I seen something as capable of producing a recalcitrant outcome as male hormones. One of its extreme outcomes is rape. A lone girl is on a lane and a loony male happens to be a coward. He rapes her, probably kills her and runs away. Those evil biochemical which were supposed to facilitate attraction towards a girl are turning their masters into monsters.

Why? Why did they tamper the natural process and overstate themselves by the means of such a heinous crime? The answer lies in the fact that they are not alone. They are cajoled into doing it by cowardice of the subject which ironically makes him fearless for a while. Skewed psychology, socio-economic condition and deprivation are a few more abettors.

Chemical castration, being mulled over, is a welcome means to punish at hormonal level. A strong deterrence is the key to collapse the sky scraper of rape statistics. But a way to go ahead in stopping the social and psychological causes too...

Meanwhile, I find another research that sheds light on the abettors of my dandruff problems. My dandruff condition is not only an overplay of my male hormones; instead they are root-caused by a fungal outgrowth. OMG! a microbiology lab on my head... Before my head becomes powdery and scratch, my identity, before it is too late, I am going to use deterrence of becoming bald for a while and some anti-fungal treatment after consulting a dermatologist.



Zero Tolerance against rape with a strong deterrence of harshest possible punishment for the offence is the key. 


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