Jan 22, 2010

Two More Barber Tales

While scanning my ‘Tale of the Poppy Boy’, I thought about two more hair-cutting incidents in which my friends had a lot to laugh at me. Though, there are two incidents, I will make them short as I have decided to write my posts in brief so that my blogger friends won’t get bored.

In the first incident, I caught an auto (at that time I din’t have my sincere bike) and asked the driver to take me to a barber. This man took me to a suburb of the city and finally dropped me in front of a very old salon in a bleak state. The barber there was a very old one who even didn’t have his teeth. He wondered seeing a young boy, who likely to go only at city salons instead of old fashioned barbers like him. Anyway, he said me to step in and asked my choice. I asked him to make my hair short but he was not satisfied. He asked me whether I would like to have ‘step cut’ or some other modern styles. I said him to just shorten it. But not convinced enough, he said,

"no…boy I will make your hair in the most stylish fashion so that your friends would ask about it”. He started his work and I noticed him doing his best to make my hair stylish.

In the end, when he finished his work, I saw my hair in the most pathetic condition – somewhere more, somewhere less and somewhere in a zig-zag manner. He again repeated,

"boy, your friends will appreciate you and will ask you to know from where you made it".

After reaching my hostel, I knocked at my friend’s door. He opened the door in the middle of his cat nap and started laughing at the moment he saw my hair. The barber was true! My friends repeatedly were asking me, ‘from where you made your hair so ‘stylish’?’

Later, I found a barber where I go usually to cut my hair. I used to give him suggestions and he was smart to make my hair in a preferable style by following my suggestions. But, he used to ask me,

"why you are giving me suggestions? I know your choice, just sit there, let me continue my work".

So, one day, I stopped arguing and after his work, I heard him saying with a relief,

"oh...after so many months, today I cut one’s hair satisfactorily".

I smelt a danger, and I glanced at my head to see only my hair in the most pitiable way. He was not looking at my face. After his job, I noticed him charging only lesser than his usual amount from me on that day.

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