The Lady With The Velvety Touch

For the last 20 years (ever since I started getting haircuts without towing along with my dad), I have been struggling with that one word, one sentence that would adequately convey to my barber / hairdresser exactly how short I wanted my hair to be cut. And I have failed miserably. Initially I used to say “short”, and would emerge from the salon in the danger of being court-martialled by the nearest military court for being a deserter. Then I tried my luck with express command “don’t make it short”, and yet ended up with hair that would barely pass through the teeth of the comb. Then, some time back, the word “medium” flashed across my inward eye and I shined in glee. Surely this would convey what I wanted to be done to my hairs? Alas, one man’s medium is another man’s crew-cut. Sometimes, while reflecting on my shorn head post such session, I honestly wondered – if this is medium, what would be short? But in this new place, I said medium, and I got medium. Nothing more, nothing less. And that, for me, is worth another 100.

Pankaj goes for a haircut.

Hat Tip: Sneha