Tuesday, October 10, 2006
Hair Cut - III
Its official. They hate me. I am convinced that there is a centralized database that all hair-cutters around the world have access to. From Kerala Salone to Master Cuts, wherever I go, the hair-cutter peeps into this database and cuts my hair based on the instructions given there. What I tell him/her is immaterial. She probably never listens to what I say. She must be thinking "the computer says this fellow is in the most hated list of the Hair-cut world. I have specific instructions to mutilate his hair in the worst possible way" . Today I got the worst hair-cut a man could ever get. She drew a line on the back of my head. It does not go away. Why would someone do this?
If I never ever got a good hair-cut ever in my life, I wouldn't be this sad. But I have got 3 very good hair-cut's so far in my life (possibly because of some rule-breakers in the hair-cut world). Everytime I visit the Hair-cut shop I go in with an expectation if this would be the 4th best hair-cut. Unfortunately I am now left to reminisce those 3 good cuts. How do those people, who get the exact hair-cut they want, feel? I mean, what more do you people want in life. I can't even imagine how that sort of a deterministic hair-cut experience feels like.