Hair cut in a parlour .

I always get my hair cut in a normal saloon .This time i decided to try a parlour . I know that both may mean the same , but the indian way of  defining a saloon and a parlour is completely different . The one with good stylish interiors , people in uniform , and that which charges more is a parlour .  

I was wondering which one to try first among the 3 or 4 in my area .I just walked through the misty streets , drifting in my thoughts of what is going to happen after an hour .I was so worried about talking the decision to try something new . The first thing to come to my sight is “Foot fetish” .The moment i saw the word fetish i decided that this is where im going to do it or get it done . 

I was like looking all around , assessing the interiors but at the same time , thiru thirunu mulikiraamaadhiri irukka koodadhunu , i was like , heads high , eyebrows raised and tried to manage a gethu look . Saw their pricing and i was glad that the hair cut was just 90 rs/- , but still its a 30 extra from the old one .  

A guy came near and asked “Short or medium short sir - how do you want it” (in a british kinda accent)…I was like namba kitaye petera !!! Then started talking . I said i wanted a different style but something decent . he then started combing my hair and claimed it to be really long and falling , so not many styles would suit me .After sometime , he said something , “inga partition , anga short , inga medium ” , and all . I couldnt make out what he meant . Then decided that the fate of mine is already decided , so enna nadakanumo nadakattum nu ,i said O.K . I removed my glasses and kept in on the table .At the very moment , the whole place got engulfed in a kind of mist leaving my vision blurred . This always happen when i remove my glasses . Then i could just hear the clicks of the scissors and feel my beautiful hair falling over my shoulders . I then started praying “Maariyatha , endha asambaavidhamum nadandhuda koodathu”  . A few more clicks followed by some spraying and hot air blowing through , it went silent .After around 20 min he finished and i drove the mists away , wearing my glasses .”Haiyaiyo !!! Poche !!” .Aedhodho sollitu kadaiseela military cut adichitaan :-( . Then i consoled myself that whatever happened has happened & feeling bad for it wont change anything . “Poi tholayidhu po !!”

For those who wish to get a hair cut in a parlour , hear my advice , its nothing but some flashy interiors , few gadgets and pucca vetti scene . So dont ever abandon your old barber .