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"Your hair are too long",remarked my mother after she saw that I had clearly not understood her first description of my hair. She had pointed out that a bird's nest would have been smaller than that. My wits had been too dull to make out the meaning and I had only been able to say,"Eh?". I was thus pushed out of my comfortable spot (which I had warmed since the morning) and sent to the barbers.
I am not a small kid and sincerely, I am not afraid of going to the barbers with the killer scissors. Taking the money, I left my house for the barbers. It was about fifteen metre away and it took only fifteen minutes to get there. Being in the land of the 'Potters' since the morning, my natural instincts had rather slowed down. I opened the door and went in. "I clearly find your IQ in the negative, Sir."
I jumped around being naturally surprised so as to how a person could guess my IQ correctly seeing just my back. I was relieved to see that the speaker was a small man probably 1ft tall (Pardon me, my approximations are really bad) with a bald head and a seal's mustache. His eyes being green could easily be mistaken for a snake's. His ears were probably enlarged to twice their size like an elephant's. I gazed at the hybrid open-mouthed.He was speaking to the barber.
I closed on in to hear their talk as I was sure that it was no secret.The face of the person told me that I was about to experience classical comedy. "Sir, I cannot cut your hair", said the barber. "Why? What is the problem with them?", said the hybrid. The barber clearly baffled stood open-mouthed and finally losing his calm said-"There aren't any".
The hybrid's face was exhibiting such exotic colors that an artists palette would have been the place for them. I awaited the next reaction from the hybrid but then remembered that the next movie starts in fifteen minutes. To get my haircut over and done with I went to another apparently idle barber. "I want an haircut". "So do all my friend, so do all". "Are you a barber?", I asked. "If there is anywhere paradise on earth, It is here, It is here and it is here."he replied solemnly. I gaped, tagged him as hopeless in my mind and searched for another one of those barbers.
Suddenly a doctor came out of the blue and asked me "Are you sane?" It was one of my best IQ days. The ones in which I got all my guesses right. I said "No, I am Garg". The doctor brooded over me for a long time. Finally breaking the beastly silence said,"And such a small boy". "Eh!" was my reaction as usual. "You will get the treatment." I was overjoyed. Using my extremely small head I figured that I may have misunderstood a barber for a doctor. I followed him like a zombie.
He led me to a bed in room 15. I gulped yet again. "Are you nuts?", I cried. "I have come to take an haircut and you are leading me to a hospital bed and what is it doing here anyway". The barber maybe doctor looked at me shook his and continued looking for a vacant bed in the room I looked all around me. One wise fellow was fishing in a potful of water. Another one was trying to make earthen pottery out of water.
The lock on my brain found its key. I realized, I was in a mental hospital. The barber's shop had been pulled down for not paying the rent and an hospital had ran up on the place. I went to the doctor and said," Sir, I am so sorry I mistook the place for a barber's shop which used to be here. I figured 'Sen' when you said 'sane'."
The doctor did not pay any attention. I took the opportunity to run away and I landed back in the lobby of the hospital where I was caught again I hurriedly used the phone and called my parents. The nurses pushed me into the room once again where i sat impatiently. My parents arrived with my sanity reports (They had had me tested because they were doubtful) and gave them to the doctor.
And now I am grounded with no television probably for ever. But I still thank my stars for my great escape.
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