The “Virat Kohli Hair” Curiosity Strike
Okay, picture this. Scrolling Instagram like a zombie last night. Bam! A bunch of Virat Kohli pics blow up my feed. New haircut? Maybe. Looked sharp. Got me thinking: how the heck does he pull these styles off constantly? Is it the cut? The styling goop? Both? Felt like a personal challenge brewing.
First things first, needed inspiration. Grabbed my phone, fired up the search bar. Typed “Virat Kohli new hairstyle pics” – obviously. Tons showed up. Short back and sides, kinda messy on top, looked effortless but probably cost a fortune. Another one looked shorter, textured, like he just rolled outta bed cool. Zeroed in on that one. Less fuss, seemed kinda… achievable? Maybe. Figured it’d piss me off less than trying something fancy.
The Actual Doing Part (Where Things Got Real)
Right. Shower time. Washed my hair good, wanted it clean but not squeaky-stripped. Towel-dried it rough, left it damp. That texture Virat had? Needed some grippy stuff. Rooted around the bathroom cabinet. Found this tub of matte paste stuff my barber sold me ages ago, barely used. Label nearly rubbed off. “Strong hold, natural finish” – sounded right.
Grabbed a tiny blob, maybe pea-sized. Rubbed it hard between my palms until it felt kinda warm, almost disappeared. Then? Just went for it. Shoved my fingers into the damp hair right at the roots, especially the top and front. Scrubbed it in like my life depended on it, trying to get that ‘lifted’, piecey texture I saw in the picture. Not slick, not greasy, just messy-separated.
Used my fingers to push bits forward, twist little sections, kinda messed it up more deliberately. Looked in the mirror. Huh. Side profile was okay-ish? Front on? Needed more chaos. Dabbed a fingertip in the leftover paste, pinched random small bits near the hairline, stuck them up different directions. Goal: achieve that “five minutes after waking up but sexy” vibe. Felt utterly ridiculous doing it.
The Critical Self-Assessment (Spoiler: Not Virat-Level)
Stepped back. Checked it dry. Texture felt gritty, which I guess was good. Pieces stood up here and there. Looked tousled? Messy? Yeah. Could maybe pass for “I tried”? The volume at the crown wasn’t half bad, gotta admit. But let’s be real – it absolutely did not transform me into an international cricket superstar. Didn’t magically bestow jawline definition or intense, smouldering eyes. Just looked like my usual head, but messier, and slightly sticky.
Whole thing felt goofy. Like playing dress-up but for hair. Had that vague chemical paste smell hovering near my forehead. Tried taking a selfie in the terrible bathroom lighting to “document” it. Result was predictably awful – shadow half my face, hair looked like a scruffy mess, zero Virat vibes captured.
Turns out? Achieving that particular ‘effortless’ Virat look involves significant effort, specific products probably costing more than my weekly coffee budget, facial genetics I clearly lack, and very likely a professional stylist hiding just out of frame. Learned something though: my matte paste isn’t totally useless, just needs a very specific, low-expectation application. Back to the baseball cap for now.
