Rant & Raves

When I was a kid, my dad used to bring me to an indian barber shop for haircut. The spinning light outside the shop, the standard chair, the white wall, the basic setup, the blades, etc, it was all so familiar after spending years at the barber shop with my dad.

Then, one day, I took the opportunity to follow my mom to her hair saloon. The reason was that I had been going to the barber shop for years and it was always the same freaking hair style. You tell them you want to style it differently, like how you want to look like John Trovolta (just an example) in Saturday Night Fever or Grease, viola! Still the same old shit.

Another reason (very valid reason, I should add) was the fact that the hair saloon that my mom went to were filled with young saloon girls. Now, call it hormone or just young, I prefer to have all those young pretty hot chicks touching me my hair, like washing it, trimming it, and blow dry it. After the first time, I hardly wanted to follow my dad to the indian barber shop anymore.

Anyway, when I grew older only I found out that my dad didn’t really want to go to the Indian barber shop as well. Sometimes he would go to a hair saloon near his work place to get his hair washed and trimmed.

Okay, back to topic….

After I went to the States to further my studies, I refused to go to any saloon or barber shop, and I kept my hair long. After years of avoiding those saloons and barber shops, I managed to keep my hair waist-length. Yup, it was a feat that not a lot of guys can beat. But before I came back, I decided to cut my hair short.

And I have been keeping my hair short. But I always go to hair saloon instead of those barber shops.

Now, years had gone by, and those Indian barber shops were closing down and gave way to hair saloon. You can say that people are more picky and they want standards, professional personal grooming and all that, but we cannot deny that it is not easy to find an Indian barber shop nowadays.

Until yesterday. When I was at Kota Damansara, I saw an Indian barber shop, and only RM10 per hair cut! Wooohooo!

I was contemplating to go near and find out more, but from far away I could see that the setup is still the same as 20 odd years ago. Then I saw a brand new BMW 525i stopped near me, and a middle age guy came outLike Phua Chu Kang says, “Don’t play play ah.”

Anyway, I didn’t get my haircut there, but I do plan on getting my haircut at that India barber shop (Oi! Only RM10 per haircut OK???) before weekend so that if anything goes wrong, at least I still have the weekend to salvage my hair and do some damage control.

I believe that it will be good to visit that shop, because those were the kind of place I used to grow up. Right now, a sense of security and familiarity is good for me.