WELCOME to the BARBERSHOP!!!

Unlike in school where u had 2 months of holidays after an exam ….in college you get a 15 days holidays after an exam which lasted more than a month.

Nonetheless its HOLIDAYS!!!!

What do I do on a holiday…well I plan to get a haircut .

Again unlike women going to a beauty parlor…going to a barbershop is quite an extraordinary thing.

It wasn’t so bad until recently when I go to this barbershop near my house “Welcome” shouts a sign in the front……… and as I enter am greeted by big posters of madhuri n priety zinta…not getting what they are supposed to be doing in a men’s parlor I wonder if its to lure people in to have their hair cut or ……….[what!!??]

After that deep thought I look around as there are more posters of men with weird hairdo’s most of them look Chinese…which is quite unfortunate because we Indians cannot have those hairstyles and look as good…..nor would it be appreciated…

To make matter worse they got those huge mirrors in front and back and staring at those multiple images of yourself all staring just as blankly back at you…. and you look at those having their hairs cut and don’t be surprised if u see them all staring back at you while you would be smirking at their hairstyles or something……and sadly there isn’t any Alice from the wonderland [i.e. from the other side of the mirror.]

And looking at yourself in the mirror u wonder…’Damn I look so good y do I need a haircut??’[though the whole wide world might strongly disagree]

Suddenly am jolted back to realty buy a hefty dark n thick guy asking “yen beku???”[what do you want]

Ummmmm I would want many things…….but rite now just a“haircut”!!!

And with that begins 10 to 15 mins long ordeal.

Made to sit on a nice chair and a cloth tied around your neck suspiciously way tighter….and then you are ready to begin..end….

You got the water spray which gives u goosebumps all over your body, and they agonizing images of your hairs being chopped off mercilessly, the smell of oil, aftershave, shaving cream, hair dyes all mixed up make for some interesting smell and the dinchak dinchak lousy songs on radio ,the skich kich clik sounds and hairs falling everywhere on your face…pretty sensational huh…..times u regret having those sensory organs…but the barber is a kind hearted man..he plans to relieve you of those agony by bringing his sharp pointed scissors, blades, mini grass cutting machines….all roll over your head and dangerously close to your eyes, ears, lips…. while you are made to tilt your face in all directions.

15 minutes when you are forced to realize how good looking or ugly you actually are…in front of a very unfriendly mirror….ruthlessly true always………..

They say ‘no pain.. no gain’………but here its ‘all pain and no gain whatsoever….’

A young guy wants a stylish sideburns, another guy wants his hair done red[thankfully I dint have to see how he looked after his makeover],some where dozing off while the barber massaged there head expertly, others where quite occupied in the magazines and papers lying around….none was least bothered……….except me!!!!

What is the other name for “being afraid of barber”???Barberophobia...sounds very much "barbaric" rite...???

At the end of it all as he pours and dabs some talcum powder on your neck and brushes off the hair from your face with a big huge brush[its similar to those used for brushing your dogs]….finally after you are untied of that useless piece of cloth ties around your neck ..and off the luxury dentist like chair cant help but wonder a nice decent haircut …and iam suddenly very strangely am lookin forward to the next haircut time……..until my eyes fall again on the blades, scissors, grass cutters[trimmers]...And my nose again gets the disturbing smell…and the as the music continues dinchak dinchak…awwwwwwwww shit……..and I hastily make my way out of the hairy floor beneath..…and out of the BARBERSHOP with a sign “Thank You Visit Again”…yeah right I will……….!!!

DISCLAIMER: The opinions are personal and means no harm to the barber community whatsoever. Any resemblance to barbers living or dead[impossible…hopefully] is purely coincidental…ya whatever!!