I was quite at peace with my hairstyle but comments from friends like “Go, get a shampoo bath,” and “Your head looks like a rocket-launcher,” landed me in a salon chair.
The hairstylist from Kerala began his job in right earnest. Unfortunately, the political news on the TV behind was a huge distraction. Every two minutes, he turned around to say loudly, “Yes, this minister is a culprit. He must have committed murder.”
In a few minutes, my head turned a battleground for him. That was OK. What followed was worse. I had opted for a shave. The news continued on TV. The party of the minister defended him and that was too much for the hairstylist. “Idiots,” he shouted looking at the TV and I had a cut on my face.
He was disappointed but not rattled to see blood. “It’s a small cut,” he pacified me, splashing an after-shave and showering talcum powder.After the entire trauma, when I returned to office the next day, the first comment from a colleague was, “What happened? Did you allow rats to run riot on your head?”