This is something interesting. My roomie likes to have a very simple and short hair-cut. So, he has this nature of going to the barber whenever his hair grows more than five milli-meters long!!! ( That's true).
It was a Sunday morning. I generally wake up late everyday and as it was a Sunday, it was gonna be later. I woke up only to find that my roomie ( who happens to wake up only after I do!!) was missing!! I thought he must have gone for the break-fast or somewhere ( I really don't care) , and then I again dozed off for one more round of sound sleeping.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door and a voice hastily said " Prat, close your eyes, don't look at me". As you should have guessed, it was my roomie's voice. Well, it suddenly got the adrenalin flowing inside my nerves and the anxiety was growing as to what it could be. Was it a surprise for me???
I got up from my comfortable cushy bed quickly and went for the door. His asking me of not looking at him had made me more desiring to actually have a look of him. I was no mood to heed his advice. I stretched my eyes wide open and opened the door.
Well, it turned to be a much bigger surprise that what I comprehended few minutes back. He had gone bald!!!!! Its just so unusual that I couldnt stop myself having a big laugh. He quickly got in and pleaded me not to tell anyone about it. He said it was due to a communication breakdown between him and the poor barber( who now seemed to be his greatest enemy). The reason for such a big big tragedy- a small communication breakdown.
Being more specific, he told the barber, "Bahut chhotta kar dijiye"(make it very small). And what did the barber do? He did exactly that. He trimmed it all off with the electric machine he had before this fool could realise where he was 'heading' to.
Whatever has happened has happened: thats what they say. It seemed how simple saying this is when u are confronted by a situation which makes you feel uneasy to even show up before your friends. There were a host of questions which were flashing through his minds ( I can read minds) that whole day. How would I show up before everyone? How would I attend my class?
What would happen if I were a cap to the class? These were the questions that had made his life miserable.
Every story and every incident that takes place in life has got its own moral. This one has its too- Never go to the barber and say him "Bahut chhota kar dijiye". And if you do say this, then expect miserable days ahead of you (unless you are already bald).
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