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At the barber shop..

Waiting at a barber shop is kinda cool.

There’s really nothing specific to do and you’re at your disheveled  best. Everyone is! Guess there is a Mr Disheveled contest.

Each one out there is trying to figure out something to do while waiting to be trimmed. There’s stacks of film magazines, news papers and stuff which are not really interesting. To pass time however, there’s this mandatory exercise of flipping thru as many magazines one can get his hands on. The more picky ones would go for the newspapers, and some would also look for business newspapers… most average barber shops don’t even bother to keep them.

For me, at my average scissor shop, there’re no business newspapers and I certainly am at my dissheveled best. I might the best there is! There’s months of preparation & inertia behind it! The time when my family members start moving around me with scissors in their hands is when I realize my time is up! ‘Thou shalt go there or suffer here’!

Sitting out there with a few people, I just look out on the street – at the rickshaws, the cycles, buses, cars, vada waales, the hustle bustle of people moving about pointedly on what should be an ‘idle’ sunday afternoon. I wonder where all these people are going, what is going on in their minds, their stories, their struggles, their purpose…

I think about what causes such an infinite restlessness in an infinitesimal world. I get into a loop. I think further, I observe…

Amidst the noise, the chaos there’s so much peace. This peace is not found within the air conditioned confines of our offices, our homes. It’s only found when you spend time with yourself.

One of the polished diamonds comes out of the assembly line looking at the world in glee while pulling up his pants over his ballooned belly. His best efforts at covering his impending total baldness doesn’t seem to be working. The owner beckons me in with a wink.

My wait is over and I am about to be polished into a fine shining gem, a fine exhibit for the world. For a few months, that is!

For a permanent polish however, I’ll have to strive infinitely, consciously…