Thoughts on a hair-cut.

                              



This is the story of a not-so-bald but bald person (I do not intend to hurt anyone's feelings, but just in case it happens, I'm really sorry about that). Though he enjoys less problems with hair and show carelessness towards the same, an inevitable time will come where he'll have to succumb to the master of scissors, yaane barber. And the unwritten rule of civilised society suggests to have hair-cuts at reasonable intervals of time during the growth of hair. And our poor fellow has never broken any rules and has never wished to do so, though these are not written on paper. So there our hero goes...

Most of the time there'll be an attempt to hold his head high before entering the shop. He'll consider himself luckiest if no one (except the barber, of course) is there. And if there are many people with heads of think hair, our hero will be placed in an awkward situation which I call 'bulls-eye position'(I encourage my readers to find sufficient reasons for choosing such a name). The suspecious looks of the people suggest "kuch saamaan kharidne aaya kya?". Suddenly regaining composure, he tries to be among them sitting nearby, takes a magazine from the table and idly scans through the pages and in no time finds an article of great importance and goes into a coma with that. Mind you, when his turn comes up, the coma-period ends abruptly and he assumes an air of "Oh.. is it my turn?" and gets up leisurely to sit on the chair.

Now the barber is perplexed because till that time he was thinking that our hero came there accompanying someone else. But he performs the initial ritual of keeping a sheet around the neck covering the body and then puts forward the most difficult question our hero always wants to avoid answering. In effect the question means "How the hair should be made?" And you thought it such a simple question. And for sometime our hero stares the pictures of different styles(or he must've done it while in the above mentioned coma) and ultimately a voice comes out and you can hardly make it out as "medium". The ruthless barber, even without his vast experience knows that hardly any hair remains for a "medium" cut too. Still deftly he does his job...

The scissors must definitely get furious for such an under-utilisation. So after cutting the 20-odd hairs neatly barber puts down his 'weapons'. And the ultimate humiliation awaits our hero. That is when our dear barber tries to show his master-piece of a hair-cut holding a mirror behind the victim. "Wonderful, exactly as I desired". Our hero is perfectly happy. Once the sheet is removed, our hero jumps out and pay the money as if he has done a tiresome job. The story ends happily/sadly depending on whether our hero manages to dash out of the saloon to be a part of the moving mob. (Sufficient amount of exaggeration is made for the readers' delight.)

Tail-piece :- Some barbers charge more and their explanation is "need to find the hair first and then cut it. Tough job, you know". And Last week I had a hair-cut.              

                                             Unnu is Jayaraj's nick name . A very few guys know that . Maybe Unnu ( like Saki ) will be more famous than Jayaraj . .