A BARBARIAN BARBER

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VICTIMS HAVE THREE OPTIONS CRY COMPLAINT OR COMPOSE A STORY................

Submitted: September 30, 2013

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If you are not cutting your Negroid hair by tomorrow i am going to cut your name from our employ list this is a quality control lab not a cross contamination lab" my department head given me final warning
I decided to shorten my insulation cover of  keratin filaments maintaining temperature balance of my brain

I went to karamadai city for neat hair cut...first i found one saloon named BASHA gents beauty parlor a big painting of super star Rajani kanth with a machine gun was painted in its name board ....it was crowded like Kerala beverage shop and high decibel sound from some advanced musical player (made in china) repelled me out....then i found another saloon on top floor of a pharmacy .......ROMEO GENTS BEAUTY PARLOR.......Romeo a good name(I forgot he is hero of great tragedy)...

.I  climbed stairs and went inside ....god.............. it was empty and a cold & silent like a mortuary a bare chested hairy man with huge belly sharpening his scissors... he resembles a butcher ..i got trapped ..... he told me to sit......i sat on the chair like sacrificial lamb waiting for his turn... first he sprayed water on my fuming head like a fire engine .....then he started his beautifying work I got mortified....i closed my eyes....he started to cut my hair like dog biting coconut husk......he finished his cutting work......my head resembles like a grass land after forest fire......but he is proudly doing some final touches .........like a modern artist giving final touches to his irregular color shades.....

Then with lot of respect and care he taken his antique razor .... having a blade touched blood of five generations ....first shave only made many cuts ......BLOOD ....HOLY BLOOD flooding in my face i remembered an article telling in older days hair stylists performed many complicated surgeries in India .....may be that memories are still deep rooted in his psyche .......then he taken after shave smelled like a cockroach repellent..... he sprayed that torturing liquid into my bleeding wounds .... i cried loudly"Father, into your hands I commit my spirit"........while paying money i told him if next time any body came please give them anesthesia before you start work .........................i walked down stairs to that pharmacy......


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