“No, I have changed my mind, we feel a head shave will be the most suited hairstyle for this summer heat.” I replied. “Shall I go ahead with the summer cut, Son?” he asked looking at me and then at my wife. I turned towards the barber who was intently listening to our conversion but could not follow a single word as we deliberately talked in English.
“Go ahead, a head shave is always better than a bad haircut”. “You stole my thoughts.” I replied to her “… But are you sure you are OK with me shaving my head?” I inquired. “Then…”she said as she paused for few seconds to think,”an head shave will be the safest bet for you.” I am not comfortable with this mop of hair and cannot wait another 5 more days to get rid of it and, TWO…By doubting his haircutting skills I don’t want to disappoint this elderly gentleman who has come to our home to give this city guy an haircut.” “Yes…” I replied looking at her “…for two reasons, ONE. “Do you still want to go ahead with your haircut?” My wife interrupted our conversation. “They use scissors for summer cuts?” he asked, shaking his head in disbelief. They do it using clippers with attachments or with scissors.” I told him. “Yes” he replied, “do the city barbers not use this for summer cuts?” he asked me back. “You want to give me a summer haircut with this?” I asked stunned pointing at the hand clippers in his hand. “Oh, OK.You need a summer cut?” He asked.”That’s my specialization” he told us with pride, taking a old fashioned hand clipper from the box and cleaning its shears with the piece of cloth that he wanted to cape me with.
I nodded in agreement realizing that she wanted to keep statements simple so as not to confuse the Barber. “Give him a summer cut.” My wife interrupted me. “I would like to get a shorter haircut” I replied “like …err.you know.” “What kind of haircut do you get in your city, Son?” he asked. “In that case, it is better you take off your shirt” he told me.Īs I took off my shirt and sat on the ground bare-chested, my wife stood there smiling and watching the proceedings. “I can never understand you city guys” he said shaking his head in disbelief. “I would like to…but not with this cloth.” I replied to him pointing at the piece of cloth. “You don’t want to be caped, Son?” he asked me in surprise. He then took out a piece of cloth and was about to cape me with it but I gestured him not to as I felt it dirty. He put the little box in front of me and opened it. I looked at my wife surprised but went and sat at the place pointed out by the barber. After we exchanged pleasantries, he asked me to sit on the floor in one corner of the veranda. He was an elderly man…in his late fifties. It used to be shorter style yet a decent one” she added.Īs I nodded in agreement, the barber arrived with a small metallic box in his hand. I remember my brother getting summer haircut during summers. “OK then you can ask him to cut your hair shorter, to be on the safer side.” She said “also you would feel better with a shorter haircut in the summer. “Not Sure” I replied seriously “but I think short haircuts are simpler and straightforward.” I added. “Very funny!!! I am talking about haircuts and not shaves.” she snapped back in an irritated tone. “Head shave!!! ” I replied without hesitation and laughed. “I can understand” she nodded her head sympathetically “By the way, any idea which haircut needs least of the skills? She asked. I feel I should have got my haircut done before we came over here.Now I am not able to bear this mop on my head anymore in this heat.” I replied. ”Hope you don’t end up with a bad haircut” she added. “But I am skeptical about the skills of the village barber” she said running her fingers through my hair. “I could have, but I had never got my haircut at home and thought it would be a new experience.” I replied “ and moreover I wanted to give my lovely wife a chance to watch me getting my haircut” I said smiling. “You could have gone to the barbershop and got your hair cut” my wife told me as we were waiting for the barber to arrive. He said as he was anyways going to the market, he will ask the barber to come home to give me the haircut. When I asked my Grandfather about the Barbershop in the village. Though my wife was not so keen about me having the haircut in village but still she agreed. I felt I could not wait to have my haircut till I returned back to Bangalore. Added to that, the summer heat was making me go nuts. My haircut was due and my hair had grown to a length beyond my comfort zone. It was a typical South Indian hot summer day. It was a remote village and we had gone there to see my Grandparents. My wife and myself were at our native place for a week.
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