the hair cut

you know those stories were the moral is at the end.......well this ain't one o them... i'll give you the moral at the start and then continue to blabber.
THE MORAL : Never....I repeat Never go to a salon when high.

now for the story.....today was a bandh so i got myself a much needed hair cut...... i am one of those individuals that solely rate a salon on the massages and not how well they cut the hair.... so today i thought i'd huff and puff in the afternoon and end up to my regular cuttin house......where the ambiance is great...there's always an update all the hot topics in and around our block.... the formal "ki korcho........eee ma chul to cholei gelo........kota pota le......" these tend to be the question of the hour.... i was too zapped to formally answer those.......to be specific i think i gave myself away trying to answer those questions...... see this is a very normal place......three seats.....small room....one ac....which i have seen ever since i'v been goin there.....15 buck hair cut....10 buck shave....and a 15 buck massage (for regulars and patrons).....40 bucks of bliss.... i generally doze off in those comfy chairs.....my hair cut took 5 mins......normal.....not to be surprised....... then he asked me if i wanted "this"...now i say "this" cause i was in a half trance... and strolling down euphoria blvd....... so i say yes matter-of-factly....me goin back to my trance... suddenly feel this ice cold towel on my face...... i practically jumped outta the seat......the cold soon became bearable, then soothing......next went a friggin wad of god knows what on my face...."don open your eyes...it'll sting"......like helll.....i opened em as soon as he was finished..... and well it burned.....so with eyes wide shut i was told to sit for ten mins...... background e the music was obscenely pathetic.......i could figure out prosenjits ominous dialog deliveries.... with a 'phant here....a sigh there"....no question to who it was....... the dialogs were stringed with equally bad in-between music.......which jumped from ......remorse to joy......again and again till the scene end.....to my delight my guy returned...... wiped the shit off my face......and got on with the shave.... all the time i kept interjecting "oi massage bhulle kintu hobe na"....... after the shave.... he again puts some cream on my face....then drenches me in rose water......oh how i hope to god it was rose water.......and in the distance i heard this buzzing sound....it came nearer and nearer.. i knew what it was......what i didn't know was it was kaput.....but in working condition...... now that went all over my face.....rattles all the bones......i squirmed everytime it went over the adam's apple...i mean i know its there don't have to prove it....... then the inevitable had to happen....with that cream on my face....some bugger was caught trying to steal a bike.... sheesh... this is like hoTTTT for all the sorry people there no naturally everyone....yes including my napit rushes to the scene.....i sat alone......... a good 10 mins later.....they all came back...one was nursing himself cause he was in the front line pulverizing the sorry fuck...... and was caught by friendly fire...... i insisted that i had some very important thing to go to..... finally comin to "customer first mode"....he quickly got on with the rest...and the end result was a 230 buck receipt...and the cordial...."next kobe ascho"....i cudn't help but laugh at his face..... i looked at the clock... i had been in there for 2+ hours......and all i could remember were the hair falling.... shaving brush...and the pounding on my back.......and sayin yes to everything....the bastard trimmed my brows too....and it hurt....i remember that..... from now one the salon is a sober zone!