Barber Shop?!!??

Waking up early in the morning and looking in the mirror the first thing serves more than one purpose. One is that you would have no one else to blame for your having a bad day and two is that it’s the best reminder of when you last got a hair cut.

“Your MANE is MAIN” is the mantra of the day with more and more people spending more and more on their hair than anything else. Be it Dhoni with that mangle of hair (don’t forget the color!!) or be it Uppi’s latest visit to the stylist….

No more does the term “barber shop” hold any meaning…it is now “hair saloon”… aarrgghhh….Whatever happened to the friendly neighborhood hajaam!!??!

A hajaam is one who has a knife in his hand and you’re still willing to let him put it to your throat.

A small reminder of my friends experience with the barber…uh…no hair stylist!! When he went there for hair straightening!! (Refer brain dung)

What was that Bollywood movie about a mind reading barber…uhh…the name skips me…I think everybody says I’m fine….well...of course I’m fine!!!

Tracing the history of barbers…

Initially they were nomadic bunch who went around trimming people’s mane in exchange for food. Of course they were more tan willing to exchange… (The barber had a knife at his throat!!)

Then came the small shops with a loud blaring sound system and mirrors on all the walls with shabbily dressed(but with a well trimmed mane and neatly oiled mustachios!!) barbers. The shop would soon overflow with people and all sorts of theories, conspiracies, gossip and what not…and not to forget their hair clippings which would be pushed aside by the barber with amazing footwork displaying such knack and precision that it would give ManU a run for their….uh…ball??!!?

Then came a new breed of barbers….oh! Sorry…”hair stylists” with swanky saloons and bomb shell prices (why... even Sony Cybershot ads are based in saloons!!) This breed of stylists are those whom the celebrities swear by as not only hair style gurus but as their agony aunts, agony uncles, trusted advisors, counselors, human punching bags and what not!! On second thoughts maybe that’s why the bomber prices??! Well so much for the metrosexual male and the sexy female. Long live their clan!!

As for me, the neighborhood barber is all it takes…

Walk in and he asks “yeen saar...yair cutta?? Banni…..oye Saar ge ondu bisi chai haakle...”

Hot chai and a cool cut…

Cheers!