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In a Barber's Shop

In a Baber’s Shop

By

JIRARA

© JIRARA, June 2020

Published by JIRARA

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In a Barber’s Shop.

The child waiting for its turn to come,

it cries, screams in advance,

of the torture yet to come on it,

seeing the scissors, the razors,

in the hands of the barber,

the child imagines that the barber,

will not only cut its hairs,

but perhaps its ears,

even trim the tiny and tender nose.

When the process starts,

the father offers the candies,

to the crying child,

woes the child so that,

it would look much cuter child,

with trimmed hairs,

also would look smarter,

amongst its own school mates.

It is a slavery kind of thing,

to sit on the barber’s chair to get haircut,

since every moment,

the fellow pushes your head,

that is full of intelligence,

from one point to other,

in whatever direction,

angle that suits him,

spotting his deadly gadgets,

– sharp scissors, razors, cutting machines.

Whoever you might be, a scientist,

or a businessman, a professor,

a proprietor or a big landlord,

with whatever retune at your command,

today you are,

at the mercy and the command,

of the ordinary man, the layman,

that is barber who is going to add,

some grace and beauty,

to your head and personality.

That head and ears have to bear,

with the glaring heavy-metal music,

whatever language,

the shopkeeper chooses,

whether you understand it or not,

whether you like it or not, enjoy or not.

And your barber keeps chatting,

with other ‘slaves’ on other chairs,

with his colleagues,

about many events of the yesterday,

of the last weekend,

and a thought runs in your mind,

that he will miss your hairs,

and cut your ears and nose,

this throwing chills down your spine.

It is at the barber shop,

you become worldly wise of,

having learnt to keep patience,

while waiting for your turn to come,

controlling your anger,

even if you are almost sure that,

he is nearly cutting your lip and,

learning the stories of the streets and,

the city, nay even, the world from,

this nerve centre,

that is the barber’s shop that you need,

to visit once in at least two months.

You have to sit motionless,

can rarely make choice of your motion,

you sit like a saint in contemplation,

meditation in a poise of the yogic posture,

that you might have missed this morning,

your head being continuously tossed,

being fully managed by the barber,

that he must be feeling proud,

that such a prized possession,

that is so-called your head,

full of thoughts, ideas, and ideals,

principles he has today got in his full control.

Your hairs finally are not wasted,

although in themselves a waste product,

of the nature from your scalp,

the hairs are collected,

then they find their eternal journey,

back as wigs for some baldy people.

The hairs remain as hairs,

the barber becomes a great recycler,

maintaining an environmental balance,

the knowledge provider,

the beautician, the stylist who does,

his job with an eternal smile on his face,

and ‘welcome again’ gestures,

that to at a very cheap price.

***An end…***with a new beginning…***