I'm serious: this blog is about a man and his barber.

Ever since the Hakim Aalim franchise opened in our neighbourhood, the wife has been nagging me to do something to the mop on my head. It's directionless, she says, like my career. You need a specialist to make it look more civilized, so you can pass off as a half-decent guy in the Malls we go to.

Okay. So I swagger in with my best "couldn't care less" look. Those who know me well know that I can do that very well. Those who are Hakim Aalim's regular customers know that you have to fix a prior appointment, and be ready to shell out INR 350 + taxes. That's around seven dollars, if you are an IPL freak. Cheap for a Lalit Modi, but a little expensive for someone who hasn't paid more than INR 75 (taxes? ha ha) for a haircut.

And I just walk in to my friendly neighbourhood "Saloon". Around 30 minutes, and forty bucks later, I walk out with my mop intact, but trim.

Okay, so that's interesting? Why am I writing this?

I know why I started this blog: I promised myself I'd write a few lines to myself every day. But what's your excuse? Why are you reading this?