It was a Sunday morning and I was raring for a hair cut that had been pending for quite some time. I detest long hair because I feel they trouble my ears by tickling them when they grow and I can not bear that itchy sensation. Usually on Sundays the hair cutting saloons are very crowded as every one is mostly idle and hence they flock the saloons for the auspicious hair cut. If you go to a saloon after 8.30 in the morning then you are bound to be in the waiting list and there is no R.A.C system here, but surprise surprise, my barber friend Santosh has got this unique reservation system which always works. You have to just give him a call in advance and pronto your seat is reserved for the first slot. Last week I had already planned that I would definitely go to the saloon for a haircut on Sunday as my ears had started the itching process. It was an alarming signal for me to immediately shorten the hair.
When Sunday came, I was a little bit late in getting up. It was 8.15 already and hence after finishing some really urgent morning issues (Lol, I leave this to my friends for polishing their guess work skills) I called the man with the golden gun, Santosh, oops sorry the man with the golden comb (Sorry for the golden gun part, please excuse a little bit of bondism from 007) and took an appointment for the haircut of my priced head (Thakur, ee bond ka sar hai,bahut bhaari keemat hai isske hair cut ki Rs-80+Rs-10/= tip for the golden comb wielding Santosh who is the only man in front of whom I have to bow my head for the past many years.(Darn now how can I say “Yeh sar sirf khuda ke aage hi jhukta hai aur kisi ke saamne nahi :)) Grr.
Ok,appointment taken, but still I was a little bit apprehensive about my first turn for the haircut and hence I galloped down the stairs, sat in my car and vroooooooom raced my car in true bond style dhen teden. I zip zap zoomed through every vehicle that came in my way and screeched my car in front of the saloon.Phew, mission accomplished and I entered the saloon walking in bond style and as I saw santosh, I flung the car keys in the air and said the name is bobby, bobby bond, dhichkyaun.Apun ka number first hi hota hai re lallu. Santosh laughed and before starting the hair cutting ritual ordered a cuppa of tea for both of us and then I bowed my head and surrendered. He started his swish swoosh and finally finished the entire process in a jiffy. I felt that he was in a hurry. I asked him the reason for his hurriedness and he told Sir, I have to go to a house where I have to cut the hair of a bridegroom. I jokingly said Oh is it? Carry on, who knows after marriage the groom may never call you because may be he tears all his hair apart in the future, he he. Santosh swung his way out before I could take a look in to the mirror. I took a look at my haircut and gosh what’s this? I was shocked to see the new hairstyle that Santosh had hurriedly imposed upon me. Have a look friends and give me your honest inputs. If I get positive inputs then no problem warna Santosh beta agli baar tu mil mujhe, tera Mundan issi haathon se nahi kiya toh mera naam Bobby nahi.Grrrrrrrr.
Peace, tranquillity and equality to all.
