HAIR DILEMMA

 

Now many of us must have experienced a time were we felt that we need a change. A change for good. A change that makes us complete. Even I did when I was in my college. It was the time I was exposed to the external world after 15 years of bug's life in school, and I was then affected with the trend to move like a real mean guy like most of us feels, a passion to be respected by everyone, and that started the fire.

After 2, 3 days in my college I was pretty dazed by different creations in my college. There were all kinds of people in my college some mean, some lean, some looked like book worms with there typical beer glass spectacle. What interested me the most was the different hair style these people had. There were people with simple hair style, that is, "align =left " /"align=right ",there was "cat hair style ", punk cut, navy cut, mushroom cut, and much "revered" "birds cage cut ", and last not the least, the ultimate "Hippy" hair style which impressed me very much.

There was a guy in our college who used to have long hair. He was the head of a "notorious" gang in our college. I liked his hair so much that I used to respect this guy as god of hair, and pretty much influenced me for getting a new hair style. In the height of that influence I marched to a barber shop to get a new hair cut. A hair cut nobody has ever seen.

I explained my feelings to my barber. And then I explained my plan. I asked him to give me a mix of navy and mushroom cut. He said okay and started cutting my hair. All went fine till my "beloved barber" used the trimming machine mercilessly on my head. He trimmed the entire head leaving some hair on top. That made me look like a "desi murgi". I didn't know what to say.My thought that time was how to reach home without getting stoned by people. It was that bad. I reached home late in the evening. I pressed the calling bell.

My mother opened the door and said, "balu's not home ( that's me)".

I said ma (mother)..... it's me.

The next minute she gave out a loud scream, "aaaaaaaah ".

That's it she didn't talk to me for two day's. That's it guy's I never dared to modify my hairstyle after that. The moral of the story is " THY SHALL NOT TRUST THY BARBER BLINDLY ". Amen.