Hairy times.....

My hair was getting a bit long (almost an inch!) and I expressed a desire to have it shortened mechanically. Rick, one of the management here, recommended that I approach Daya (pronounced die-ya) who is one of the “big boys” (17 years old) to get it cut. Daya and I go way back as he was the interpreter to the Bareilly beggar kids and he is also in the year 10 class I assist with.

There’s a big difference though in having someone interpret for you and trusting them to have a go at your head with scissors. My fears were allayed quite quickly when he started snipping quite professionally, using a jumbo sized comb to achieve the desired length (very short).

My fears returned when I realised that he was using a plain razor blade to shape the edges but he didn’t shed so much as a drop of blood, much to the disappointment I’m sure of Miriam and Rohit (another smaller kid here). I must say I was pretty impressed by the standard of haircut and tipped the barber enough money for a Mountain Dew soft-drink (50 cents).