May 5th 2006, when my barber predicted my next hair cut to be some time same time next year. It did come true. 31st March 2007, when I got my pony chopped. Hard work of almost 1 yr, in vain in just 15 mins. Everything had changed in last one year for me.The barber changed, the shop changed, the location changed, I had changed. I had a dream, to tie a pony, I tied for a month, I got it cut.
I started growing my hairs once a friend got it cut, his “long” hairs but got it cut soon for I could not take it any more. I wonder how girls have so long hairs?? Even then it took me long to come to a decision to cut my hairs. But I decided to not fall prey to my irritation and started the herculean task of growing hairs and fought with valour till today. I really am amazed how those silly threads of keratin, make anyone feel so hot. Power of unity, eh ?
About 1.20 PM, when I entered the barber shop, my heart pounced with fear. It was like a fear of losing someone so near to my heart. It was like a father who had come to cremate his son wearing a smile and people consoling him. People consoled me too but it was different. They asked me why. This made it more difficult for me but it was too late. I already had sat on the chair and the barber had already done the honours.
I surely made the barber’s day. With absolutely no precesion for first 10 mins, he moved his scissors on my hairs as if they were having a ball. With no worries of cutting it wrong, he just went on blindly. He was so fast, I felt lucky at the end that my ear lobes were safe. He charged 25 Rs. I could have asked for discount for he definitely had a good time but I feared him asking me about my next visit.
In last two years, I got my hairs cut only twice. Aparently saving about 670 Rs. A decent saving. I wonder the amount of savings generated if all the people in the country didnt visit the barber ??
I’d rather let the economists do their work here.