The world may be divided into man and woman, have and have nots, or those who believe in God and those who believe in President Bush; but there's a guy who controls us all, a demi-God whom everyone respects. Dare you show disrespect and take him for granted, and you're gonna have a sc(hairy) surprise. I'm talking about.......THE BARBER.
I've always been fascinated and have feared the barber. Those razor sharp blades and scissors can cut or even assassinate you (you're not THAT important anyway), but they don't. Instead they shape mankind's most essential and easily identifiable feature, the hair, on your head.
The way he styles it, brushes it, massages it and then, shows you the mirror, MAMA MIA!
From the unruly Bieber brat to the top cell-stuck-to-ear corporate, every obstacle is handled by the barber with ease and patience. Even if you're reading the paper, or checking out lingerie for your girlfriend in your Kindle or i-phone(married men included, wives be dammed), he cuts your hair with ease, to perfection and you don't even realise it. Plus, he doesn't inform your wife or your mum as to what you were looking into.
Ah yes! the feel when you run your fingers through your hair after a haircut, or the shine and sparkle if you chose to go the Roadies Raghu way, cannot be described. Plus, the additional benefit of the barber being your free shrink (therapist, for the novices) is too much to ignore. He knows your every secret. You can and you do tell him all. He's there for you. He just listens to your problem list, hardly giving solutions. But you know it'll remain a secret even after he has thrown the coat and let his scissors to rust.
The barber is the most intelligent breed on earth. He knows which district hasn't received rainfall, which minister has a mistress, which actor is gay, how the stock market will perform in the next week,what veggies can be brought at a low price, the content of the second season of Satyamev Jayate and even whether Obama will have a second term as President. WHOA!
So, now that you have realized the amazing breed of barbers in a new way, do tip them the next time you go for a haircut. NEVER EVER PISS HIM OFF. The whole world, including the neighbourhood aunty you thought was hot and friendly, will laugh at you.
Tip the barber my good friend.
I've always been fascinated and have feared the barber. Those razor sharp blades and scissors can cut or even assassinate you (you're not THAT important anyway), but they don't. Instead they shape mankind's most essential and easily identifiable feature, the hair, on your head.
The way he styles it, brushes it, massages it and then, shows you the mirror, MAMA MIA!
From the unruly Bieber brat to the top cell-stuck-to-ear corporate, every obstacle is handled by the barber with ease and patience. Even if you're reading the paper, or checking out lingerie for your girlfriend in your Kindle or i-phone(married men included, wives be dammed), he cuts your hair with ease, to perfection and you don't even realise it. Plus, he doesn't inform your wife or your mum as to what you were looking into.
Ah yes! the feel when you run your fingers through your hair after a haircut, or the shine and sparkle if you chose to go the Roadies Raghu way, cannot be described. Plus, the additional benefit of the barber being your free shrink (therapist, for the novices) is too much to ignore. He knows your every secret. You can and you do tell him all. He's there for you. He just listens to your problem list, hardly giving solutions. But you know it'll remain a secret even after he has thrown the coat and let his scissors to rust.
The barber is the most intelligent breed on earth. He knows which district hasn't received rainfall, which minister has a mistress, which actor is gay, how the stock market will perform in the next week,what veggies can be brought at a low price, the content of the second season of Satyamev Jayate and even whether Obama will have a second term as President. WHOA!
So, now that you have realized the amazing breed of barbers in a new way, do tip them the next time you go for a haircut. NEVER EVER PISS HIM OFF. The whole world, including the neighbourhood aunty you thought was hot and friendly, will laugh at you.
Tip the barber my good friend.
Incidently, i went to the barber's for a haircut and paid the guy half the tips which i usually do. He gave me such a pathetic look, that i hung my head in shame and walked out.
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