Convictions

One fine Sunday afternoon the yellow dot on the sky was beaming with a new vim, the honking of vehicles, the shouting of the hawkers, the exuberance on the faces of school going children, the unfortunately underprivileged children playing marbles in the debris on the road side made me surf through the recollections of the days when I used to stay at my home permanently. It’s been many years that I am living away from my family for educational purposes. Usually Sundays are considered as the days for barber related work. So this particular post is a description of a saloon in my vicinity. You enter the shop finding new faces staring at you as if you were just released from a local penitentiary. The walls of the saloon are covered with morphed posters of celebrities depicting different hair styles, a chart showing different hair-cuts, a shelf on which the idiot box is kept since the time when the RAJ had come to an end in INDIA, the cloth used to cover the television set is not...