Sunday, June 29, 2025

Temple of vows

The Temple of Vows The Shree Vithala Mandir stood majestic against the amber sky, its stone spires piercing the horizon. Meera led the way, her braid swaying with each determined step, while Anjali and Rohan trailed behind, grumbling. The temple buzzed with devotees tying threads to the banyan tree and priests chanting mantras. Meera, 24, had dragged her best friend Anjali and younger brother Rohan here to honor a family vow she’d uncovered in their late grandmother’s diary. She’d promised it was just a prayer, but the Mundan Hall sign loomed ahead, hinting at something more. “Mundan Hall?” Anjali asked, brushing her auburn hair behind her ear. “That’s for headshaving, right? Tell me we’re not doing that.” Rohan smirked, tousling his thick, messy hair. “No one’s touching this. I’d rather shave my eyebrows.” Meera waved them off. “Relax. It’s just a prayer for Grandma’s vow—Rohan’s survival as a baby. We’re lighting lamps, that’s all.” But her confidence wavered as they entered the hall. The Mundan Hall was dim, its air heavy with the scent of oil and incense. Barbers lined the walls, their razors glinting, while piles of shorn hair dotted the floor. A priest approached, his bald head shining. “Have you come for tonsure?” “No,” Meera said, clutching a pouch of coins. “Just a prayer for a vow my grandmother made.” The priest unrolled a scroll, his eyes narrowing. “A life saved demands a sacrifice of pride—tonsure for all bound by blood or love. The deity waits.” The trio protested, but the priest’s words and the attendants’ firm presence left no escape. Meera’s heart sank. “I didn’t know,” she whispered as they were guided to the barbers. Meera’s Shave Meera sat first, her palms sweaty as she settled onto the low stool. Her long braid, a source of pride since childhood, hung heavy down her back. The barber, a wiry man with calloused hands, untied the ribbon at its end. “Please, be gentle,” she murmured, her voice trembling. He nodded, lifting her hair to admire its sheen before grabbing a pair of blunt scissors. Snip, snip, snip—the first cuts echoed in her ears as chunks of her dark locks fell onto the stone floor. She flinched with each sound, watching years of growth pile up like discarded memories. The barber then splashed cold water over her head, the shock making her gasp. He massaged a dollop of soap into her scalp, the lather foaming as his fingers worked through the remaining strands. The razor came next—a straight blade, its edge catching the lamplight. He tilted her head forward, and the first scrape sent a shiver down her spine. The metal glided smoothly, stripping away a wide swath of hair from the nape of her neck upward. Cool air kissed her bare scalp, and she bit her lip as the barber moved to the crown, each pass methodical and unrelenting. Strands clung to her shoulders before sliding off, and soon the buzzing of a clipper joined in, buzzing away any stubble. After a final rinse, he rubbed her head with a cloth, leaving it smooth and gleaming. Meera touched her scalp, her fingers trembling. “Grandma better be watching,” she muttered, forcing a laugh through her shock. Anjali’s Shave Anjali was shoved onto the next stool, her protests ringing out. “This is ridiculous! My hair’s my whole look!” Her auburn locks, painstakingly dyed and styled, bounced as she shook her head defiantly. The barber, unfazed, grabbed a comb and yanked it through her tangles, making her wince. “Hold still,” he grunted, pinning her shoulders with one hand. He started with scissors, hacking off her hair in uneven clumps. The vibrant strands fell in a chaotic heap, and Anjali’s eyes widened. “You’re ruining it!” she snapped, but the barber ignored her, dousing her head with water that dripped into her lap. He smeared soap across her scalp, the sharp scent stinging her nose, and rubbed it in roughly. The razor hummed—an electric one this time—and Anjali tensed as it buzzed against her temple. The barber swept it upward, peeling away her hair in long, deliberate strokes. She felt the vibration in her skull, each pass leaving her more exposed. He tilted her head side to side, the machine chewing through her remaining locks until only a faint stubble remained. Then came the straight razor, its cold edge scraping away the last traces, leaving her scalp prickly and bare. A splash of water rinsed off the suds, and he wiped her head dry. Anjali glared at Meera, her bald head gleaming. “You owe me a salon day—and therapy,” she said, her voice a mix of fury and reluctant amusement. Rohan’s Shave Rohan fought hardest, squirming as an attendant wrestled him onto the stool. “No way! This is my signature look!” His wild, floppy hair flailed as he twisted, but the barber gripped his head firmly. “Stop moving, boy,” he barked, snatching scissors and slicing off a fistful of Rohan’s curls. The dark strands tumbled down, and Rohan groaned, “This is a nightmare.” The barber splashed water over his head, soaking his shirt, and lathered soap into his scalp with rough, circular motions. Rohan squirmed as the suds dripped into his eyes, stinging fiercely. “Ow! Are you trying to blind me too?” he yelped, but the barber pressed on, grabbing a clipper. The buzzing filled his ears as it sheared from his forehead back, clumps of wet hair plopping onto his lap. He felt the weight vanish, the coolness creeping in with every swipe. Next came the straight razor, its edge scraping loudly as it shaved his scalp clean. The barber tilted his head forward, then back, working around his ears with precision. Rohan clenched his fists, the sensation both ticklish and humiliating. A final rinse washed away the last bits, and the barber rubbed his head briskly with a towel. Rohan reached up, his hand meeting smooth skin instead of his familiar mop. “I look like a boiled egg,” he grumbled, shooting Meera a death glare. The priest sprinkled holy water over their bald heads, chanting softly. “The vow is complete,” he declared. Their hair lay mingled on the floor—dark, auburn, curly—a strange testament to their ordeal. Outside, the sunset bathed the temple in gold. Meera rubbed her scalp, still dazed. “We did it for Grandma.” Anjali smirked, adjusting her sunglasses atop her bare head. “Yeah, and now we’re a bald squad. Coffee’s on you.” Rohan kicked a pebble, his hands in his pockets. “I’m telling everyone you joined a cult, Meera. This is revenge material.” Laughter broke the tension as they walked away, their shaved heads catching the light, forever bound by the temple’s unexpected demand.

The Tirumala Twist

The Tirumala Twist The sun blazed high above the seven hills of Tirumala, casting a golden glow over the bustling temple town. Radhika, a spirited 24-year-old with waist-length black hair she’d nurtured since childhood, adjusted her dupatta as she walked alongside her best friend, Sneha, and her younger brother, Arjun. The trio had arrived at Tirumala the previous evening after a long drive from Hyderabad, intending to offer prayers at the Sri Venkateswara Temple. It was supposed to be a simple family pilgrimage—until it wasn’t. Radhika’s glossy hair fluttered in the warm breeze as she turned to Sneha, whose shoulder-length curls bounced with every step. “I still can’t believe you convinced me to wake up at 3 a.m. for the Suprabhatam darshan,” Radhika grumbled, though her eyes sparkled with excitement. Sneha grinned, brushing a stray curl from her face. “You’ll thank me when you see how peaceful it is. Besides, Arjun’s the one who’s really suffering—look at him dragging his feet.” Arjun, a lanky 19-year-old with a mop of untamed hair, yawned dramatically. “I’m only here because Mom said I’d get good grades if I prayed. And maybe some laddoos,” he added, perking up at the thought of the temple’s famous prasadam. The plan was straightforward: darshan at the temple, a quick breakfast, and then back to their guesthouse. But fate, as it often does in Tirumala, had other ideas. The Misadventure Begins After the darshan, the trio wandered through the temple complex, marveling at the intricate carvings and the throngs of devotees. As they approached the tonsure center near the main temple, Radhika noticed a crowd gathered around a group of barbers wielding gleaming razors. Men, women, and children sat cross-legged on the floor, patiently awaiting their turn to offer their hair to the deity. “Look at that,” Radhika said, nudging Sneha. “People actually shave their heads here. Can you imagine?” Sneha chuckled. “Yeah, imagine me bald. I’d look like an egg with eyebrows.” Arjun smirked, running a hand through his messy hair. “You’d both look weird without hair. Especially you, Didi,” he teased Radhika. “Your hair’s basically your personality.” Radhika swatted his arm playfully. “Very funny. Let’s go—Mom’s waiting for us to call her.” But as they turned to leave, a wiry old man in a white dhoti intercepted them. His eyes twinkled with mischief, and he carried a small clipboard. “Excuse me, young ones,” he said in a thick accent. “You’ve been selected!” The trio froze. “Selected?” Radhika asked, frowning. “For what?” The man beamed, revealing a gap-toothed smile. “For the tonsure seva! Special blessing today. Free of cost, straight from the temple authorities. You three are lucky!” Sneha blinked. “Wait, what? You mean shaving our heads?” “Yes, yes!” the man said, nodding vigorously. “Very auspicious day. Lord Venkateswara will be pleased. Come, come, no delay!” Arjun laughed nervously. “Uh, no thanks, Uncle. We’re good with our hair.” But before they could protest further, a group of temple volunteers appeared, ushering them toward the tonsure area with surprising efficiency. Radhika tried to argue. “There’s been a mistake! We didn’t sign up for this!” The old man waved his clipboard. “Your names are here—Radhika, Sneha, Arjun. See? All confirmed!” Radhika snatched the clipboard and scanned it. Sure enough, their names were scrawled in messy handwriting. “This isn’t possible! Who wrote this?” No one answered. The volunteers gently but firmly guided them to the tonsure center, where the sound of razors buzzing filled the air. Radhika’s heart raced. “This is a prank, right? Sneha, tell them we’re not doing this!” Sneha, usually the bold one, looked equally panicked. “I—I don’t know how this happened! Maybe it’s some mix-up?” Arjun, meanwhile, was trying to back away, only to be blocked by a burly volunteer. “Didi, do something! I don’t want to be bald!” The Unexpected Turn Before they could escape, the trio found themselves seated on the tiled floor, capes draped around their shoulders. Three barbers stood behind them, sharpening their razors with practiced ease. Radhika’s protests grew louder. “Wait, wait! We didn’t agree to this! Call your supervisor!” The head barber, a stout man with a kind but stern face, shook his head. “Madam, your names are on the list. It’s a divine calling. Once you’re here, it’s Lord Venkateswara’s will.” “Divine calling?!” Radhika sputtered. “This is a mistake! I’ve spent years growing my hair!” Sneha clutched her curls protectively. “Yeah, and I just got a haircut last week! I’m not ready to lose it all!” Arjun, wide-eyed, whispered, “What if Mom sees me like this? She’ll think I joined a cult!” The barber ignored their pleas, dipping his fingers in a bowl of water and sprinkling it over Radhika’s head. She yelped. “No, stop! I’ll sue you!” But the volunteers chanted softly in the background, and the atmosphere felt strangely sacred. Radhika’s resolve wavered as the razor’s first hum echoed in her ears. She turned to Sneha, who was gripping the edge of her cape like a lifeline. “Sneha, say something!” Sneha gulped. “Uh… maybe it’s not so bad? It’s just hair, right? It’ll grow back?” Radhika glared at her. “You traitor!” The barber made the first pass, and a long lock of Radhika’s hair fell to the ground. She gasped, tears prickling her eyes. “My hair! Oh my God, this is really happening!” Next to her, Sneha’s curls began tumbling down as her barber worked swiftly. Sneha let out a nervous laugh. “Okay, this feels… weirdly liberating?” Arjun wasn’t as philosophical. “Nooo! My cool hairstyle!” he wailed as the razor buzzed over his scalp, leaving him with a shiny dome in minutes. The Transformation Within fifteen minutes, it was over. The barbers stepped back, satisfied with their work. Radhika, Sneha, and Arjun sat in stunned silence, running their hands over their freshly shaved heads. The cool breeze against their scalps felt alien, and the weight of their lost hair was replaced by a strange lightness. Radhika touched her head gingerly, her fingers trembling. “I look like a monk,” she whispered. Sneha, ever the optimist, grinned. “We’re matching monks! Honestly, it’s not terrible. Look at me—I’m kind of rocking this.” Arjun groaned, burying his face in his hands. “I’m never leaving the house again.” The old man reappeared, clapping his hands. “Beautiful! You three look blessed now. Lord Venkateswara is happy!” Radhika narrowed her eyes at him. “Who are you, anyway? Did you set us up?” The man winked mysteriously. “Just a humble servant of the Lord. Enjoy your blessing!” With that, he vanished into the crowd. As they stood up, dusting off their capes, a group of devotees nearby began clapping. “Very nice offering!” one woman said, smiling. “Such devotion!” “We didn’t have a choice!” Radhika snapped, but the woman only laughed. The Aftermath Back at the guesthouse, their mother’s jaw dropped when she saw them on a video call. “What happened to my children?!” she shrieked. “Did you join a cult?!” “It’s a long story, Mom,” Radhika sighed, rubbing her bald head. “Blame Arjun.” “Me?!” Arjun yelted. “You’re the one who didn’t fight hard enough!” Sneha, meanwhile, was already posing for selfies. “I’m posting this on Instagram. Caption: ‘New look, new vibes.’” Over the next few days, the trio adjusted to their unexpected transformation. Radhika, though initially devastated, began to see the humor in it. Sneha embraced her baldness with confidence, and Arjun—after much sulking—decided it made him look “edgy.” As they left Tirumala, Radhika glanced back at the temple atop the hill. “Well,” she said with a smirk, “at least we’ve got a story to tell.” Sneha nodded. “And a free haircut.” Arjun muttered, “Next time, I’m staying in the car.” And with that, the three bald siblings drove off, their heads gleaming in the sunlight, forever bonded by their bizarre Tirumala adventure. I hope you enjoyed this unexpected and playful tale! Let me know if you’d like any adjustments or additions.

Friday, June 13, 2025

Discipline shaves

Asha, a strict and cunning mother from Kerala, has always kept her twin daughters, Indu and Bindu, under a tight leash. She doesn’t tolerate any form of rebellion or disobedience, especially when it comes to her authority over their lives. Asha is someone who abhors cricket, seeing it as a distraction from more “serious” matters. She has always kept her daughters away from the sport, believing it encourages idleness and foolishness. But when she hears about the recent hair donation camp in Chennai, where many CSK fans—some reluctantly, some willingly—shave their heads after their team’s loss in the IPL finals, Asha’s frustration reaches its peak. The idea of people losing their hair for a mere game disgusts her. She sees it as a symbol of misplaced loyalty and foolish behavior. To her, it’s nothing more than a mindless trend that has overtaken the youth, and this triggers something deep inside her. She fears her daughters might fall into this craze as well, especially when she notices that Indu and Bindu, despite their previous indifference to cricket, have started showing interest in RCB after hearing about the buzz around the IPL. Fearing that they might get caught up in the same betting frenzy that’s been sweeping the nation, Asha takes drastic action. She knows that if they join the trend, they could end up losing a bet and, in her eyes, embarrassing themselves—just like those CSK fans in Chennai. Determined to nip this potential rebellion in the bud, she plans to teach them a lesson in discipline and obedience. Without consulting Indu and Bindu, she locks them inside their room and forces them to the temple in Thiruvananthapuram, where a hair donation camp is being set up. Asha, always looking for an opportunity to assert her control, decides that if her daughters’ hair is going to be donated, it will be on her terms. She insists on shaving their heads, believing that by taking away their hair, she is stripping them of their vanity and any future attachment to something as fleeting as a sport or bet. The twin sisters sat side by side on low stools, directly under the sacred archway. Their long, oiled hair—braided neatly that very morning—hung heavy down their backs, a symbol of their stolen agency. The barbers, experienced and emotionless, took position. Without a moment’s pause, the braids were tied with rubber bands and cut off in one clean motion. Gasps rippled through the small crowd gathered nearby, but Asha remained still, her eyes never blinking. May be an image of 7 people As the buzzing sound of the clippers began, Indu closed her eyes. The vibration ran across her scalp, sending chills down her spine as thick tufts of black hair rained down her shoulders. Her head slowly emerged bare, smooth, and glistening under the temple lights. There was no relief, only a strange emptiness. Bindu tried to stay composed, but as her hair began to fall, a single tear slid down her cheek. Her scalp, now exposed and shining, reflected the intensity of her quiet humiliation. When it was over, both girls sat bald under the sacred fig tree, heads shaved completely smooth, their expressions unreadable. Devotees bowed before the deity, but their eyes lingered on the twins—two girls with gleaming bald heads and shattered silence. Asha collected their cut hair herself, handed it reverently to the donation team, and walked away without a word. Asha looks on with satisfaction, certain that she has taken the right step to protect her daughters from what she sees as the foolishness of the world outside. She whispers to herself, “This will teach you both a lesson.” Meanwhile, at the hair donation camp, Apoorva and Shivani, who have now become close friends, volunteer to support the cause. They approach Indu and Bindu, recognizing the situation. They try to offer some comfort, their own bald heads a testament to their courage, though they know that Asha’s methods are harsh. Though the girls are left shaken and upset, they can’t deny the significance of what they’ve done. As they leave the camp, their heads now shaved clean, they know this moment will change them, but whether it will bring them closer to their mother or further apart remains uncertain. After the head shave at the temple camp, Indu and Bindu returned home with their mother Asha walking ahead, proud and unbothered. The girls, meanwhile, were silent, their bald scalps still stinging from the shave, and their minds clouded with humiliation and disbelief. Any mention of cricket or their shaved heads was met with icy silence or sharp glares. Neighbors who came to visit were told proudly, “My daughters are now free from foolish distractions.” Indu and Bindu weren’t even allowed to wear dupattas to cover their bald heads. “Let the world see,” Asha said firmly, “This is discipline.” The girls had no voice under her roof — only their gleaming bald heads remained as a daily reminder of their lost freedom.

Bhavana Akka gundu

Bhavana was a kind-hearted college student who spent her evenings teaching underprivileged children in her neighborhood. She wasn’t just their teacher; she was their akka, their friend, their guide. She often encouraged them with little challenges, never expecting them to take things too seriously. One day, while trying to motivate them for their exams, she casually said, “If you all pass, I will shave my head!” She laughed as she said it, thinking it was just a fun way to push them to study harder. The children, however, took her words to heart. They studied with full dedication, and for the first time, every single one of them passed. The day the results came, they rushed to Bhavana’s small rented house, cheering and clapping. “Akka, you promised!” one of the younger kids shouted. Bhavana smiled at their excitement but quickly realized what they were referring to. “Ayyo, that was just a joke, babu! Who takes these things seriously?” she said, waving her hands dismissively. But the children weren’t ready to let her go that easily. “You always tell us to keep our word, akka,” another girl reminded her, folding her hands dramatically. Before Bhavana could protest further, they gently pulled her by the hand and led her outside, their innocent smiles making it impossible for her to refuse outright. They walked through the narrow lanes of their small Andhra town, past fruit vendors calling out prices and auto drivers honking impatiently. Bhavana kept insisting, “We can talk about this, okay? There’s no need for all this!” But the children giggled and shook their heads, determined to hold her to her promise. They finally stopped at a small, old-fashioned barber shop. The shop smelled of sandalwood powder and fresh coconut oil, and an elderly barber sat inside, casually reading a newspaper. He looked up as the group entered, his thick glasses sliding down his nose. “Madam needs a gundu,” one of the kids declared proudly. The barber looked at Bhavana, then back at the children. “Arey, she really wants a bodi gundu?” he asked, adjusting his glasses. The kids nodded excitedly, while Bhavana stood frozen, still trying to process everything. May be an image of 5 people and child Before she could form a proper protest, they guided her to a small wooden platform. The barber, now convinced, motioned for her to sit down cross-legged, just like in traditional temple head shaves. “Ayyoo, wait! I didn’t agree to this!” Bhavana exclaimed, but the barber had already started preparing. He poured cold water over her head, making her shiver, and before she could react, he tilted her head forward and made the first stroke with the straight razor. Bhavana gasped, feeling the cool breeze against her freshly shaved patch of scalp. She opened her mouth to say something, but the sensation was so unfamiliar that no words came out. The razor scraped against her skin smoothly, and with each stroke, thick locks of her black hair fell onto her lap. The children watched in fascination, some recording videos on their small phones, others clapping in excitement. “Akka, you look like one of those panthulus in the temple,” one of them giggled. Another one jokingly asked, “Shall we put a naama on her head after this?” Bhavana remained in stunned silence as the barber continued, his hands moving with practiced ease. The wet cloth wiped away tiny leftover hairs, and within minutes, her scalp was completely smooth. She finally lifted her hand to touch her bald head, and the reality of what had just happened sank in. The barber stepped back, nodding approvingly. “Now you look fresh, madam,” he said with a smile. The children cheered loudly, celebrating their victory, while Bhavana stared at her reflection in the old mirror. She didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. Bhavana rushed back home, covering her smooth head with her dupatta, but as soon as she stepped inside, her mother gasped in shock. “Ayyoo, what have you done to yourself?” her mother scolded, while her father shook his head in disappointment. “This is why you shouldn’t make such silly promises!” he warned. Her younger brother burst into laughter but quickly stopped when their mother glared at him. Bhavana, still processing everything, simply nodded, realizing there was no use arguing. The next day, she resumed her tuition classes as usual, now teaching with a completely bald head, while the children grinned mischievously, still proud of their work.

Son and mom

It was a blazing hot summer afternoon in Lucknow. The sun was high up, and the streets shimmered in the heat. Sharmila, a 35-year-old mother in her elegant cotton saree, was walking with her 10-year-old son Shyam. Sharmila was a modern, cheerful woman at heart, but she loved her roots and always carried herself gracefully in her sarees, her long thick hair neatly cliped behind. “Shyam beta, bas thoda aur, the barbershop is nearby,” she said, wiping sweat off her forehead with her saree pallu. “Ma, it’s so hot! Hope they have the fan working at Bhola chacha’s shop!” Shyam complained, fanning himself with his hands. They finally reached Bhola’s small barbershop — only to find it closed with a hanging board. “Aye haye, Yeh bhi na… not even informed.” Shyam groaned. “Ma, ab kya kare? I want to go home!” Just then, a friendly neighbourhood uncle passing by pointed to a new unisex salon a little ahead. Sharmila hesitated. She wasn’t used to these fancy salons with English-speaking staff. “Chalo beta… dekh lete hain,” she finally said. They entered the salon. Cool AC air welcomed them. A young, stylish saloonist greeted them with a smile. She wore a full black outfit, her hair was in a trendy bob cut. “Hello ma’am! who is going to get a Haircut today ?” she asked, gesturing to Shyam. Sharmila smiled awkwardly. “Haan my beta… haircut haircut…” The saloonist chuckled and guided Shyam to the chair. “Which style ma’am?” Sharmila pointed to Shyam’s sweaty head and made a scissor motion. “Garmi… chhota chhota cut karo, samjhi?” “Okay okay ma’am, summer cut, I know,” the saloonist nodded. The saloonist quickly tied a cape around Shyam’s neck and sprayed his thick, wavy hair with cool water. Shyam made a face as the mist hit his cheeks. The saloonist picked up the clippers, checked the length setting, and switched it on. The soft buzzing sound filled the air. Vrrrrrrrrrr Shyam’s eyes widened. “Wah… kya machine hai Ma!” Sharmila chuckled as saloonist gently pushed Shyam’s head forward and ran the clipper across the back of his head. A neat, wide strip of hair fell onto the cape. Then she continued, buzzing the sides short, blending the hair smoothly. The top was left a tiny bit longer, enough for a little spiky style. “Done!” the saloonist announced, giving Shyam’s tiny spikes .Shyam looked at himself in the mirror, moving his head side to side.The saloonist dusted his neck, removed the cape, and handed him a tiny chocolate from a glass bowl on the counter. After finishing Shyam’s cut, the saloonist turned to Sharmila. “Ma’am, for you too?” Sharmila, looking at her frizzy hair in the mirror, thought maybe a little trim would feel good in this heat. “Bas thoda… chhota chhota cut kardo,” she gestured with her fingers, meaning just a little trim. Now here’s where the real fun started. The saloonist, struggling with her Hindi, caught only “chhota chhota” and assumed the mother wanted the same summer cut as her son. She smiled. “Same haircut, ma’am?” Sharmila thought she was asking if she also wanted haircut, so she confidently nodded. “Haan haan… haircut.” “Same same?” the saloonist double-checked, pointing at Shyam. Sharmila thought she was asking if she liked Shyam’s haircut, so she smiled and said, “Haan, accha hai!” Before Sharmila could realize, the saloonist draped a cape over her and picked up the clipper. Vrrrzzzzzz The sound of the clipper starting sent a tiny shiver down Sharmila’s nape . “Arre… scissors se karo ?” she asked nervously. “Ma’am, this is better than scissors for summer. Very fast and easier. See your son? Handsome!” And Sharmila blushed and replied “ yes my son handsome handsome ” then she notices something weird that more hair was falling than expected and she could feel a massaging kind of sensation at her scalp. “Arre… ruk ruk… kya kar rahi hai!” Sharmila questioned with doubt. The saloonist, smiling brightly, thought she was complimenting. “Yes yes ma’am, very good!” and moved the clippers on her forehead directly and made 2 to 3 passes. By now, a good stubbles patch of Sharmila’s scalp was visible.Yeh kya kiya?!!” she shrieked. Shyam, sitting nearby, burst into uncontrollable laughter. “Hahaha! Ma! you are getting same haircut like mine!” The saloonist, finally sensing something was wrong, paused. “Ma’am… you said chhota… same haircut?” Sharmila realized the miscommunication. “Arey bhagwan… main bola tha bas trim kar… chhota matlab little little… not full cut!” The saloonist panicked. “Sorry ma’am… very sorry… now these styles look very trendy and common nowadays .” Sharmila sighed, “Ab kar dala toh pura kar de, don’t leave me like this only.” “Sure ma’am!” The saloonist happily continued, buzzing the rest of Sharmila’s head to a neat, shorter-than-Shyam crew cut. Sharmila watched locks fall to the floor. At one point, she chuckled seeing Shyam making funny bald jokes in the mirror. As the cut finished, Sharmila rubbed her head, feeling the breeze tickle her exposed scalp. The saloonist styled both of them, applied a bit of gel on Shyam’s tiny spikes and Sharmila’s neat fuzz. When they stepped out of the salon, the entire street seemed to turn and look. Shyam grinned. “Ma… you look cool!” Sharmila, adjusting her saree, laughed. “Chup kar nautanki.” By the time they reached home, neighbours had already started gathering with curious stares and surprised gasps. The next few days were full of neighbourhood gossip, a few relatives’ taunts, and loads of Shyam’s jokes. But slowly, Sharmila began enjoying the ease of it — no combing, no oiling, no headaches.

Wife’s short haircut

Prashant was noticing Priti spending a lot of time on her hair. It was waist length, thick and black. It had gotten very damaged because she had dyed her hair so much; so, she was constantly applying heat to mask the damage. Priti was preparing for CFA exam along with doing a part time job. Prashant, on the other hand ran a very successful business of his own. He was noticing that for the past few months Priti’s studies was getting effected due to her time spent behind her hair. He had hinted for Priti to cut her hair short so she could concentrate on her studies and let the damaged hair go so new healthy growth could take place. But she had declined because she loved her long hair. Prashant knew she would not agree easily and he would have to take drastic steps. He had a plan in mind. On Sunday after they both had breakfast, he invited Priti out. He said, “Sweetheart, I’m gonna go and run some errands. Would you like to join?” “Yes, I’ll be there in a minute.” Called out his wife. She always enjoyed spending time with him even a bit because they hardly got to see each other due to their hectic schedules. She asked, “Should I dress up?” Prashant knew she’ll take to much time to take ready and style her hair, but he wanted to let her do her hair one last time, because he knew what came next. He said, “Take your time.” After half and hour, Priti came in a cotton white sleeveless knee-length dress with her hair looking let down and blow dried really impeccably with no sign of damage. Now they were ready to go; Prashant complimented Priti, “Honey, your hair looks really nice.” She smiled shyly and they both sat in the car and drove off. They both did grocery shopping and ran few other errands. While returning home, Prashant parked the car in front of the barbershop. He told Priti, “let’s go inside” Priti was not surprised. She had accompanied Prashant to the barbershop various times before, when he went to get his own haircut. As the entered the familiar surroundings, the cool air of the air-conditioner greeted them in the face. It was a traditional men’s barbershop but modernized a bit. There were 3 barber chairs, a waiting area, a small reception and a small shampoo area behind the reception. Yash and Karan were chatting in the waiting area when the couple entered. As it was a Sunday, there were only 2 barbers instead of three. Prashant and the barbers greeted each other while Priti smiled at them. Yash, Prashant’s regular barber said, “Prashant, come, take a seat.” Now was the time. Prashant shook his head and said, “Today, I’m not here for a haircut, but Priti is.” Priti was taken aback and looked surprised, “what?” she asked while looking at her husband, puzzled. “Babe, you spend too much time on your hair instead of studying. Look how long and damaged your hair is. Your hair has gotten really damaged and using heat is not going to repair it. You need to start afresh and let your healthy hair grow back.” Priti was at a loss of words. Prashant was not the type of man who took the decisions on her part. His decision had surprised her because he always let her do her own thing. She was frozen and standing on the same position and her not moved a bit. Prashant understood her shock but he grabbed her elbow, a bit forcefully but gently and made her walk to the chair. The barbers look at the scene unfolding between them. They did not want to meddle in their affair. The walk to the chair was very short. As soon as Priti got over from the initial shock, she stopped in her tracks and groaned,” Prashant what are you doing. This is not a joke.” She tried to get her hand away from her husband’s grip. Without losing the grip on her hand Prashant explained softly, “Sweetie, you need this. You are long due for a haircut. You are not going to walk out of here without one.” “But Prashant,” she whined, “I love my long hair; you do it too. I am not a kid; I know how to take care of my hair and balance work and studies. If you want, I’ll go to a salon today itself and get my hair trimmed if that’s what you want.” Prashant chided her, “Priti, I’m being serious about your hair. No silly trimming, your hair is past that stage. You need a short haircut for now. You have to complete CFA which is going to take you at least two years while simultaneously working. It’s going to be difficult to manage your long hair. You need something manageable. I’m not about to let you waste your time. Your career is more important than your damaged hair.” Priti was about to say something when Prashant said to the barbers, “We should start now. One of you, please start fast.” Yash was Prashant’s regular barber so he stepped forward towards the chair. He instructed Priti, “And you, sit down.” When Priti did not budge from her place he declared, “Priti, don’t make me force you” with a thinly veiled threat. Priti was embarrassed being scolded by her husband in front of 2 strangers. She didn’t want Prashant treating like a child so she sat down on the barber chair. It was big and intimidating so she sat on the edge thinking frantically on how to get Prashant to change his mind. However, Prashant had made the decision; she was going to get her hair cut short whether she liked it or not. Prashant took a seat on the empty barber chair beside Priti’s seat, while the barber, Yash, pulled Priti back so she was sitting straight on the chair. He took a tissue roll, tied it around her neck and then caped her with a pristine white cape. Priti was staring at her reflection in the mirror, her long hair flowing on both the sides like a waterfall, on the cape. Yash took a small hairbrush on the counter and combed all her hair back. He started brushing her hair to remove all the tangles. He was a little rough in brushing her hair because he didn’t have much experience in handling female hair. He took his own sweet time to do the task because of the length and thickness of Priti’s hair. Priti closed her eyes and tried to enjoy the brushing of her precious hair for the last time but she could not because Yash was pulling at her hair too harshly. Inspite of that she did not make a sound because she didn’t want to embarrass herself any further. After Yash brushed her hair to his satisfaction, he kept down the brush and asked Prashant, “how do you want me to cut it?” he knew from the conversation that Prashant was in charge and Priti was not to be confronted. Prashant got down from his seat and stood beside Yash, behind the chair and examined Priti’s hair. Priti looked at Prashant’s reflection in the mirror and waited in anticipation. Prashant pointed at Priti’s nape and then met Priti’s stare in the mirror. She was pleading with her eyes but Prashant ignored her and went back to his seat beside Priti. Priti’s fate was sealed. She will no longer be the long-haired beauty; all her hair was going to be cut off. Yash asked Priti to remove her earrings as it would come in between the haircut. Prashant quickly removed his wife’s earrings and put it in his pocket Yash picked up the comb and clips to make partitions in her hair. He sectioned her hair into right and left temples and clipped it on either side. He let her hair on forehead held loose in front of her head and proceeded to precisely comb out a one-inch section on her nape; then, he clipped the remaining hair on her crown. After he was satisfied, he picked up his trusted scissors from the counter. He pressed the comb at the loose section on Priti’s nape, and pushed Priti’s head down; he lifted a lock of hair and swiftly snipped it. A 16-inch lock of hair fell down on the floor. As soon as the cold steel of the scissors had touched Priti’s nape, a tear slipped out her eyes; the sound of the scissors echoed in the salon as Yash kept on combing out section after section and snipping it at the nape. On noticing the tears, Prashant comforted Priti. He told her calmly, “Priti, I know you love your hair; I do too but I am doing this for your own good. You will thank me later.” He got up and wiped the tears in his wife’s eyes with his fingers. Yash stopped the cutting momentarily. Priti was sad and angry by the way Prashant maneuvered her in the barber chair but she pleaded with him, “Please Prashant, I promise to study hard, but don’t get my hair cut off.” Prashant held her chin and made her look at him. He said, “Priti, I love you with or without your long hair. And I want to see you successful. This is a small price to pay for your success.” Saying this he returned to his seat beside Priti and signaled Yash to continue. Yash pushed down Priti’s head as he resumed cutting the hair at her nape really short. Her hair was only an inch at her nape which gradually got a bit longer as Yash moved upwards. Priti’s tears had also restarted. As Yash moved to the next section of the nape, Priti could feel the change taking place. The weight was lifting and with each precise cut, her head was feeling lighter and lighter. her head was lifted up with the nape completed. Yash went and stood on the right side of Priti and unclipped that section. He gathered the portion of her hair, carefully measured the desired length (which was only 5 inches, too short for Priti’s liking) and cut it off right at her chin. This time the 14 inches of hair directly fell onto the white cape. Priti could only watch sadly as Yash attacked her hair with the shears. The familiar cascade of hair continued as the cape collected the fallen black strands. Moving to the left side, Yash mirrored the process, maintaining a perfect balance in length. Priti kept on staring at her reflection as her hair was butchered too short for her liking. But Prashant was watching in awe as he watched his wife evolve with each snip. Yash then focused on framing Priti’s face snipping over the pieces here and there. As he approached the front, he paused to ask Prashant, “fringe?” Prashant hesitated for a moment before nodding in agreement. Priti didn’t even bother to see what her husband wanted because she was tired of crying and wanted to get this over as fast as possible. Yash sectioned off a portion of hair at the front which was the only long remaining portion. He combed the hair over her eyes and chopped it a little lower than eyebrow length. One and a half feet of hair rained down on the cape. With the last snip, Yash stepped back allowing the couple to take in the new look. Priti looked at the mirror forlornly as her waist-length curtain of black hair was transformed in a short bob that made her look like a school girl. She hated in and started crying again. Yash looked at Prashant and asked for his opinion. Prashant looked at Priti crying and said, “Babe I hate to do this to you but this still needs to be shorter. Look your hair is still damaged.” He fished out the ends of the bob and showed it to her. Priti, still sobbing and whimpering tried to get up but Prashant pushed her back into chair. She looked at him and pleaded with him, “No Prashant, please, this is shortest my hair has ever been since I was a baby. I look silly. How will I explain everyone about this change Prashant. My hair hardly reaches the chin.” Prashant told her this time, a bit impatiently, “Priti your hair is still damaged from all the dyeing you have been doing. And your hair is still long enough because you will still require a lot of heat and time for styling this bob. You need something shorter because I don’t want you to get distracted and waste your time. Let me and Yash figure out what to do with your hair. If you make it harder for me or Yash, I’m gonna tell him to shave your head, get it?” The last threat shut Priti up. She could not believe it Prashant was behaving like this. But she had no option because she knew Prashant would always have his way and he was pretty convincing. Her shoulders slumped in defeat as Prashant and Yash contemplated her next style. Prashant turned to Yash and told him, “Can you cut her hair shorter?” Yash asked him, “how short” “Three inches more.” Came the reply. Priti was even more alarmed as he spells out the cut for her but she kept mum. Yash explained Prashant, “This is the shortest bob, any further it will be quite unconventional and look quite radical. Ill have to take clipper the nape, back and sides and the remaining hair will be shortened above her ears.” To demonstrate Yash used his fingers to resemble a bowl like shape. Priti was frightened and her panicked expression was ignored by the barber and her husband. Prashant had never seen his wife in a drastic cut and he had an undeniable urge for a more radical change, so he gave yash the signal to go ahead, much to the dismay of Priti. He instructed Yash, “turn the chair away from the mirror so Priti gets a huge surprise.” Not having a say in the haircut was one thing and not seeing the haircut taking place was another. She wanted to protest but she knew she wouldn’t be heard so she sat there stoically getting ready to endure what her husband had ordered. Yash then turned the chair away from the mirror in such a way that she was sitting facing Prashant. She looked into his eyes to stop whatever he had in mind but Prashant simply gave her a look. He knew that seeing all her cut hair falling around her would distress her so he thought that it was better for Priti to look at the finished haircut. Meanwhile, Yash prepared for the extreme cut that Prashant wanted his wife to have. It was drastic but Yash had no objections. He always liked giving extreme haircuts to his female clients. He took the spray bottle and drenched Priti’s hair. He sectioned off her hair, leaving only the top part untouched which would undeniably become a bowl. Priti could here Yash fiddling with his equipment and a switch and then, “POP” something buzzed. Yash had plugged in the clippers and had attached number 4 attachment to it. Priti could not believe that for the first time in her life, clippers were being used on her. Yash pushed Priti’s head down and with a deft motion, pushed the clippers into her nape and higher and higher till it reached her crown. Then he flicked his wrist and the clippered hair fell on the cape. Yash kept on shaving the nape, the clippers mercilessly cutting through the long strands. Hardly an inch of hair remained on Priti’s back of the head. Prashant watched intently his wife’s transformation excited him. He watched as Yash lifted Priti’s head, pushed it towards the right and started clipping the remaining hair on her left side. He repeated the same process on his right side. The distinct sounds of the clippers echoed in the barbershop, drowning out Priti’s whimpering. Although she was facing Prashant while the barber was shearing her head, she just looked down on the hair fallen on the cape because she was too embarrassed to look at Prashant. Moving upwards, Yash continued to shave the back and sides, creating a contrast between the closely cropped sections and the untouched top. Once the back and the sides were shorn, Yash shifted to the top. He dampened the hair with water and combed the hair forming a bowl around her face that resembled an undercut bob. He took his scissors and came in front of Priti. Yash combed out a section in front of Priti’s eyes and snipped it. The fringe now lay only half way till her head. Using that lock as a guide, Yash swiftly cut a fringe in a horizontal line. The shock registered on Priti’s face as the shortened strands fell before her eyes. Yash, undeterred by her reaction, continued to craft the short bangs with precision. Once, he was satisfied, he moved to the right side to complete her impending bowl cut. His fingers deftly separated a portion, creating a division between the already cut hair and the untouched hair on the right side. He lifted the first segment and quickly chopped it off. 3 inches of hair fell on the cape. With each subsequent section on the right side, Yash maintained a meticulous approach. He checked and double checked the length, ensure that the right side harmonized with the short bangs in the front. As the cut strands fell onto the already littered cape, Priti’s hair began to reflect a bowl. Yash gave the same treatment to the left side of Priti’s hair. The salon echoed with the sound of merciless snips as Yash continued cutting. Priti was sitting submissively, looking down at the cape as more and more hair clippings laid down. She had no doubt that Prashant was letting Yash turn her into an absolute freak. Prashant, on the other hand was mesmerized by the process. He felt bad that Priti was crying through the whole time but he decided he would make it up to her. Yash stepped back to assess the symmetry and balance of the bowl. Only the hair at the back remained untouched. Yash quickly sculpted the back. Now Priti’s dense expanse of hair was tamed into a short bowl cut that ended an inch above her years. To give the finishing touches, Yash combed her hair properly and started scissors over comb cutting. He pushed her head this way and that while her hair succumbed to Yash’s shears. Finally, Yash concluded the merciless attack on her hair. With the damp hair ready for styling, Yash expertly wielded the blow dryer. Given the length of Sanya’s hair it took him merely 5 minutes. He then took his thinning shears and thinned the hair out as he deemed fit. Prashant was impressed by how the bowl cut looked. Priti looked really cute even though it was very masculine. Without warning Yash turned the chair towards the mirror; as soon as she saw her reflection she burst out into tears. She cried, “Prashant how can you make him cut my hair like this, I look like so ugly.” With trembling hands, she touched the clippered nape and sides. She turned her head side to side and realized how ugly the bowl made her look. Prashant stood up from his seat and consoled her, “Priti it looks very cute. This is a very unique style. I love this look on you.” “I hate you, Prashant. I look like an ugly school going boy with a mushroom cut.” As much as Prashant love the bowl cut, he could not disagree with Priti. It looked like a mushroom cut and would not look professional in her job. He looked at Priti lovingly stroking her shaved nape and told, “We’ll fix this soon.” Prashant asked, “Yash, I appreciate the bowl cut but can you change it to something more manageable and professional?” “I understand Prashant, but the back and the sides are shaved closely. The only option is to taper and fade the back and sides, or shave it completely. We can only take a couple of inches on top, leaving it longer than the back and sides. Prashant knew that this was only one option and it will result in a short masculine look. “It will be too drastic, Prashant,” she cried. “Babe, we don’t have any other option. It’s this bowl cut or a proper professional cut.” “Fine, do as you want,” Priti replied dejectedly. Prashant told Yash, “Alright Yash, lets go ahead with the short professional cut.” Yash retrieved the scissor while Priti took a deep breath to get ready for losing her already shorn hair. She was not ready for a masculine look but then Prashant comforted her and squeezed her shoulders. Yash again turned the chair towards Prashant and started cutting of Priti’s hair. He grabbed a bunch of hair between his fingers, as close to scalp as possible, and snipped off the hair protruding between his fingers. He repeated this process all over Priti’s back and sides. After that he selected a pair of clippers with a short guard, the buzzing sound filling the salon as he began to drastically reduce the length on the back. Prashant or Priti could not see it but Yash was scalping her. Her scalp was visible beneath quarter inch hair. Starting at the nape, Yash moved upwards, skillfully carving a fade, blending the shaved portions seamlessly with the slightly longer lengths on the top. He repeated the same process on the sides as well. Yash shifted to the refinement phase. He traded the clippers for scissors, meticulously working with a comb to achieve the desired length and texture. The scissor-over-comb technique allowed him to create a polished and sophisticated look around the back and sides. Prashant looked at Priti’s ears which were exposed and looked cute. He wondered why she had always kept it hidden. He touched the shaved area above her ears and loved the velvety feeling of the stubble. When he did this, Priti realized how awfully short her hair was; it was shorter than her husband’s. she just sat down without any expression because all her tears had dried up. She just wanted it to get this over as fast as possible. With the back and sides seamlessly transformed into a short boy cut, Yash shifted his attention to the remaining length on the top. with a pair of scissors, he approached Priti’s crown. The initial few snips severed the strands, marking the beginning of the ruthless reduction, and continued to mercilessly chop away at the top, taking off several inches of hair. The longest hair on her head now lay on her crown, hardly one and a half inch in length. He took out his thinning shears and blended the top with sides. For the last step, he took shaving cream and lathered her hairline and side burns and shave them off with a straight razor. “Yash raises the hairline while you are shaving,” insisted Prashant. Yash was more than happy to comply. The straight razor glided along the hairline, creating crisp and well-defined borders. Yash paid meticulous attention to hairline and raised it 2 inches above, as if he would do to a man; ensuring that the outline of the boy cut was sharp and polished. Finally, the haircut was over. Yash switched on the hairdryer and it hardly took 20 seconds to dry her hair as she was practically bald. Prashant got up from his seat as Yash turned Priti towards the mirror. She could not recognize the lady staring back at her. Her eyes were read from crying and her face was full of little hair snippets sticking on her skin. Her hand reached to touch the back and sides but could only feel the stubble. She could barely grab the hair on top. She burst into tears seeing her altered image. “Prashant, why? Why did you have to make me look like a boy? My hair is shorter than yours. Oh my God, my hair……its shaved. Half of my head is shaved, Prashant!!!” Prashant comforted, “Priti this haircut suits you very much. Its nice and short and looks really professional. Think of all the time and money you’ll save. Its just hair and it will grow back.” Yash took a huge brush and brushed out her hair sticking on her face and nape. He then removed the cape while all the hair flourished on the ground where all her dead hair lay. She stood up carefully not wanting to trample the hair which once adorned her hair. Prashant gave her her earrings. She wore them while he paid for her cut. Prashant paid Yash for the haircut accompanied by a huge tip. He again stroked her almost bald head and sat down in the car, ready to go home. Priti did not speak anything and simply ignored him while he tried to soothe her. Prashant knew how to lift her spirits but for that, they had to go home first.

Saturday, June 7, 2025

Rude girls to bald girls

Baskar is a advocate. He married Sujata a beautiful women. Both are relations. They have one child. They lived in Chennai. Baskar native is Madurai. Sujata is more beautiful because of her hair. Her hair is upto her hip, thick and shiny. Baskar fall in love with Sujata because of her beauty. Sujata is good women, kindness with others and also give respect to all others. Baskar was very happy about that. Baskar was very short temper person. He was very angry in small things. But Sujata adjusted along with baskar character. Both Baskar and Sujata lived happily. He got enough money to live. They lived in a bungalow along with car and other assets. Sujata take care of Baskar very much. They had a maid called gowri for house hold works. Gowri is unmarried with her mother and no father. Her mother is taking care of Baskar relative house. Her mother handed gowri in Baskar’s guidance and told to gowri that do the house hold things as per baskar and gowri says and obey the couples as their wish. Gowri is appointed to baskar house to help sujata. Gowri had mid back length of hair. Happy going life came to be an disaster one day. Baskar’s sister Indira who is younger than him came to Chennai for her studies. She is also having long and thick hair upto knees. But not shiny as sujata. She came to study computer diploma in chennai. She got friends from her study centre. Her friends were Nasreen, Savitha, Selvi and Nisha. Nasreen is a a model girl from high class family who have her hair upto shoulder length, going to parlour for haircut every month. Selvi is from high class who is having hair just below her hip. Nisha is modern girl who is having her hair upto her hip. Savitha is younger than others from a middle class family who is having hair upto her knee. She used to wear double braid which will be folded like school girls everyday. These five become friends at computer centre. Among them Indira is most beautiful and having long hair than everyone. She is proud and head weight about her long hair. All these five girls are co-operative with each other but very rude with the other peoples apart from them. They praised every one in between them and teasing the other peoples apart from them. All the girls parent’s know about this. Apart from Indira all the other girls parents thinking that they should teached to learn a lesson in the coming days. They waiting for that moment. One day there is a conversation held between sujata and indira. Indira told that her hair is longer than sujata and that is the best one among them. Indira now making a bun of her hair and bet sujata. Sujata also know about indira. So sujata should thought indira should to learn a lesson. So she said “I bet you. My hair is shiny and thick when compared to your longer hair. So my hair is best. You can ask your brother when he return from office about this. If he tell my hair is best then u should cut your hair length to my hair length. Is it ok for you”. Indira told ok. Sujata make a call to baskar and told about this. Baskar also know about indira’s character. So he decided to tell that sujata’s hair is best one. When he came back from office both Indira and Sujata together asked about that hairs. Baskar replied sujata’s is best according to the shiny and thickness. Indira get frasturated. Sujata said to indira “You lost your bet. As per the bet you can cut your hair to my length”. Indira told no way. But Sujata told “If you can cut your hair to my length then it’s over. Other wise i can cut your hair according to my wish”. Indira get shocked. Sujata ordered maid gowri to bring the scissor. Gowri took the scissor and give it to sujata. Sujata ordered Indira to cut the hair to her length. Indira had no choice. So she opened her hair bun. Sujata ordered gowri to comb indira. Gowri took a comb and started to comb indira’s hair. Then she braided indira hair. Then she put a band at the bottom equals to sujata hair. Nearly 12” of hair is hanging from the bottom of band. Sujata ordered to cut that hair. Indira begged sujata not to do so. But sujata ordered gowri to cut the hair of indira. Now gowri took the scissor and crunched the hair below the band level. Sujata was very happy that she tought a lesson to indira. Indira become very sad. Now her hair is upto her hip. Sujata told to indira not to bet or no to tease others. Indira started crying and went into her room. After that things going very well. When indira goes to institute all the other friends of her asked about her hair cut. She told all the things. So the five friends planned to make a headshave to sujata as well as gowri who cut indira hair. They make a plan. One day when Baskar went back home from office for lunch he found a bunch of hair in his food. He got irritated. As indira’s plan she was in institute. Baskar asked sujata and gowri about the hair in food. She did not responsed well. Baskar got irritrated and said if again this thing will be there in food i would punish you both. Both sujata and gowri got shocked. Five days after again baskar got a bunch of hair in food. This time he got very angry on sujata and gowri. He called both of them and asked about that. They replied that they don’t know about that. Baskar in angry mood told to both that “You both should shave your head when i return back in the evening.”. Both got shocked. But Baskar told to Sujata that “If you should shave your head then you can live with me. Otherwise i divorse you” and to Gowri “Your mother told to obey my order. This is my order. You should shave your head other wise you go to your mother’s home”. Both got shocked and started crying. They begged baskar. But he never get soft on them. He told “when i return back home i would see you only on bald head. That’s my order”. He told and went back to office. Both women’s get shocked and cried themselves. Then Sujata got decided that she will do what her husband says. So she asked gowri where we can do that headshave. Gowri crying replied about the barbershop in the street corner. Sujata asked gowri to go to that shop and asked about the freeness. Gowri slowly washed her face and moved towards barbershop. She reached that shop entered there. Kumar the barber was free and reading newspaper there. He asked her what she wants. She asked whether he can shave heads of girls. Kumar surprisingly said yes. He also asked her “whether to shave you”. But Gowri replied that “Yes. But another one is also coming for headshave. Is you free”. Barber kumar replied “Yes. I am free now”. Gowri told to wait and she will come with other one and return back to home. Kumar is eagerly waiting for the women’s for headshave. He already noticed the hair of Gowri. He also knows that there are two more ladies with long hair in that house. He is eargerly waiting for that who is the second one. Gowri returned home and told that the barber is free. Both ladies moved towards that shop. Kumar saw sujata is also coming with gowri. Both entered the shop. Kumar asked “Is that both have to shave their head”. Gowri replied yes. Kumar asked why. Sujata told the things happened in house. Kumar was eager to see sujata hair. Its single bunned. He is very happy to see that bun size. He knows that it should be definitely hip length and also thick. Kumar asked who is first one to shave hair. Sujata asked gowri to get on to the chair. Gowri in crying mood got to that barber’s chair. Kumar took a cloth and capped gowri. Then he told sujata to unbraid gowri’s hair which is braided. Gowri saw in mirror that sujata moving towards her and took braid in her hands and began to unbraid. Kumar get a half blade fully loaded in knife. Sujata finished unbraiding gowri’s hair. Then kumar asked sujata to sit on the waiting chair. He moved towards gowri taking a hair water sprayed and sprayed water in gowri’s head. He massaged gowri’s hair with water and drenched the hair with full of water. Water began to wipe on gowri’s face. Then he centre parted the hair in to two parts and make a bun on each side. Then he took some water and rubbed on gowri’s centre parted hair. Gowri began to cry. Sujata ordered gowri not to cry. Then Kumar take the knife placed it on gowri’s head and make a move. White patch appears on gowri’s head. Gowri feels the fresh air touches her scalp and she thought the shaving is started. Kumar began to move the knife all over one side of gowri head. Within 4 mins one bunch of bunned hair falls on gowri’s lap. Again kumar take a hand of water and rubbed on gowri’s another side and began to shave from that side. Within some mins another hair bun falls on gowri’s lap. Then he moved the knife properly to shave her smooth. Gowri saw her in mirror. She could not recognise her. Kumar told gowri that shaving is finished. Gowri moved from the barber chair. Kumar told Sujata to come to the barber chair. Sujata also crying. Gowri told “nothing mam. No more tears”. Sujata sat on barber chair. Kumar capped sujata. He is very happy to see the bun size. He began to open the hair bun of sujata. He shocked with the length and thickness and also the shine of hair. He got excited. Then he parted her hair. Sujata told to kumar “Shave me with double braids”. Kumar also very happy. He asked gowri for help to braid a side of sujata. He know comb her silky hair and began to braid her hair. Now gowri comb another side and began to braid that hair. Kumar told “Wow. Madam your hair is so nice. Definitely you will take 10 years to again get this kind of hair”. Sujata become very sad. After finishing the both side kumar take a bowl of water and poured on sujata’s head and rubbed with his hands. After massaging he again loaded a half blade in knife and place it on sujata’s head. Tear’s rolled on sujata eyes. Kumar asked sujata “Can I start”. Sujata replied yes. Then kumar make a move on sujata’s head. White patch appears on sujata’s head. Sujata feels the fresh air touches her scalp. She started crying. Kumar moves his knife one of sujata head. After a few mins sujata’s one side braid is separed from her head. Then kumar moved to the next side and began the shave. Within a few mins the second braid is also separeted from her head. Kumar moves his knife on suja’s head for smoothness. After a few mins he finished shaving of two ladies. Sujata pay money and went home along with gowri. Both were bald now. Kumar was very exciting to see the length of Sujata hair which is placed on the mirror table. He feels very horny. Indira returned from institute. She saw both Sujata and gowri’s on bald head. She also thought that her plan worked and made both of them bald. She was very happy and teased both of them. Baskar also returned home. He saw both women’s were bald. He was proud and he thought both were very good in obeying his order. Next day when indira and her friends joined together to go to institute. On the way they were waiting for one more friend to come, the stand along the corner of the street and spoked themselves. Indira told that her plan to make sujata and gowri was worked and both were bald now. She also congratulated Nasreen for giving the plan to put some hairs of sujata and gowri in food and make her brother angry against the hairs. She also told that she will gave a party for that in her residence when they return from institute. She did not know that a disaster also followed her. Kumar the barber in the shop know that indira is also from sujata husband’s sister. He captured video of all the things in the mobile without the knowledge of indira and her friends what they spoke about sujata. He also thought that more headshave for these girls with long hair will be easy for him. After that he went to home of sujata. Gowri opened the door and surprised. Kumar told that he want to meet sujata. Sujata came out with bald head. Kumar asked sujata to view his mobile what he captured. Sujata shocked by the incident what indira and her friends spoked. She thought they should be teached a lesson. So transferred that video into her mobile and asked gowri and kumar to come along with her. Kumar asked where. Sujata replied “before the girls return from institute we will spoke to the other girls parents about this and make a shock treatment for them”. Kumar and gowri also agreed for that. Sujata visited with kumar and gowri for indira’s friends residence and told about the things and viewed the videos to every one. Every one get shocked and become angry on that girls. Now they told sujata “You should teach them a lesson. We will not interfere you. What will you teach them”. Kumar replied that they thought that they are beauty and they should be punished by shaving their heads. All of the parent’s also agreed. They said “Do them shave. They will learn a lesson”. Sujata along with kumar and gowri returned home. Baskar is waiting for them. They also viewed the video to baskar. Baskar saw that and asked sorry to sujata to order to shave her head. He also agreed for their plan. Baskar returned to office. Sujata, Gowri waiting for the rude girls in hall. Kumar went to his shop to take shaving materials and reached the house of sujata and waiting inside of store room of that house. Indira returned home along with their parents. She ordered gowri to take cool drinks for her friends. Gowri returned kitchen and making cool drinks for indira’s friends. Sujata now mixed some sleeping pills in every glass of cool drinks. Gowri took that glass and returned to the hall where indira’s friends speaking with indira. She handed over a glass of cooldrinks to indira’s friends and also indira. After taking that cool drinks indira and her friends become unconsicious. Now kumar reached the hall and take the girls one by one into the chair placed on hall and tied all seperately in chairs with use of ropes. Then kumar kept made the equipments ready for shaving. Gowri and Sujata now sprays water on that rude girls. Five rude girls began to get their conciouness. They tried to move from the chair. But they won’t. They saw that some one has tied them with chair. They saw kumar who is making his equipments ready and gowri with water in her hands. They get shocked. They understood some thing had to be happened. Indira ordered gowri to peel out the rope knots. Sujata came there Sujata told “You all the girls should be punished because you trapped me and gowri to bald. So u should be punished for that plan”. Indira told who said we made plan. Kumar now showing his mobile video in which indira and her friends spoken out at the corner of the street. All the five rude girls become shocked. They told “Sorry. Please forgive it. please don’t punish us. please”. They begged sujata. But sujata told “We already spoke to your parents. They told us to punish you all by shaving your heads. If you co-operate with us we will shave only your heads. Other wise we make you all unconsicious and shave your head and as well as eyebrows also. Can all tell us can you co-operate or we can make unconscious and shave”. All the rude girls become very shocked and sad. They all said “no don’t do that”. Kumar now told “if you co-operate it is easy for you. Other wise i will rub a solution on your head after shave. That will prevent your hair growth for 2 years. You will bald for 2 years. What did you say”. All the girls were stunned. They told in husky voice “Don’t do that. We will co-operate with you”. Sujata told this will be punishment for their rude character. Then kumar asked sujata who will he shave first. Sujata replied “every one will be shaved in different manner. Lets we start with short hair and finally the long hair. So first nasreen, nisha, selvi, indira and then savitha”. All five rude girls got frasturated. Nasreen told “No. Don’t do that for me first.” But sujata told will you co-operate or can we shave you to our wish including eyebrows. Nasreen replied “Ok. I can co-operate. Be slow when shave”. Kumar replied “its our time. We will do what we think. Ok. Be calm and don’t shake head”. Sujata told to kumar “All the girls should be shaved without applying water. That makes them to learn a lesson with burning sensation”. Kumar moved to front of nasreen. Nasreen was tied on chair. She has now way to move out. So she started crying. Her hair is upto shoulder length. Kumar took a scissor and began to cut her hair at the root level with a help of comb. Hair falling on nasreen’s t-shirt flowly. After some time kumar make nasreen shoulder length hair to military cut. All the other girls watching that with tears in their eyes. Then kumar loaded a half blade and began to shave her head without appling water. Nasreen feeled burning senses in her head. Kumar shaved her without any kindness. Sujata and gowri looking at it very happily. Few mins later all the other four girls saw that nasreen was bald. They started crying loudly. Kumar now finished nasreen headshave to smooth. Sujata ordered gowri to clean that hair in floor. Gowri started cleaning. Kumar moved towards Nisha. Nisha got frasturated and started to cry loudly saying “don’t do that for me. I love my hair very much”. Kumar did not listened to that. He moved back of nisha. Her hair is upto her hip. All the other girls seeing that very shockingly. Kumar took nisha’s ponytail in her hand. Nisha hair is such a amazing thickness and long. Kumar got excited. Now kumar asked sujata in which manner that nisha should be shaved. Sujata replied that nisha should be shaved with double ponytail. Kumar asked Sujata and gowri to make double ponytail of nisha. Sujata and gowri moved towards nisha. Gowri now released the hair band on the top of hair bunch on nisha’s head. Sujata take a comb and centre parted nisha’s hair. Now gowri hold one side of nisha’s hair and put a band at the top of her. Sujata also holded the next part and put the band on other side. Now nisha is in double pony tail. Now kumar took the knife which is he already loaded a new blade and went in front of nisha. Tears were rolled out on nisha’s eyes. He placed the knife on nisha’s right side head. The he make move of knife. Nisha’s hair is already dry. Now her hair is peeled out from her head. She got some burning sensation in her head. Kumar began to shave her without kindness. Her hair roots get seperated from her head. Small tiny hair falls on her half saree and blouse. Kumar shaved one side of nisha’s head. Her right side ponytail now separated from her head and fall on nisha’s lap. Nisha was sad to see that. Now kumar moved to leftside of nisha and bended her head down and began to shave that side. Within a few mins nisha’s left side ponytail also separated from her head. Now sujata take that pony’s and began to merge it into one. Nisha is also bald now. Kumar finished is smoothening works on nisha’s head. Then he moved towards selvi. Selvi wearing a single braid with centre parted hair but not properly braided. Her hair length is just blow her hip. Kumar asked sujata how to shave selvi. Sujata replied shave with single braid. Kumar took the knife and again load a half blade in in. He hold the braid of selvi and saw that was not properly braided. He asked gowri to re-braid selvi hair. Selvi now crying with louder voice. Gowri moved towards selvi and began to unbraid her hair. Then she took a comb in her hand and began to comb selvi hair. She began to braid selvi hair in a proper manner. Selvi hair is already oiled well. So gowri braided it very fast. Then she put a band at the bottom level of selvi hair. She signalled kumar that it is ready for shave. Kumar again hold the briad of selvi. Now it is neatly braided. Then he moved backside of selvi placed the knife on the front head began to shave from her front to back. Tears rolling of selvi’s eyes. It is easy for kumar to shave her because her hair is oiled well. Kumar moving her knife very fast on selvi’s hair. Other girls watching them shockingly. Within few mins selvi front head lost all her hairs. Now kumar nodded her head down and began to shave her back side head. After some time selvi lost her beautiful braid. She watched that braid now move from her to the hands of sujata. Sujata happily look at the braid. Nisha is also bald now. Now only two girls there for headshave. One is Indira and another one is savitha. Now sujata ordered kumar to shave savitha first. Savitha get shocked. She thought that she should be shaved last because her hair is lengthier than all. But sujata’s order make her afraid of her hair. She was in double pony tail which is folded because she had her head bath in morning of that day. Kumar moved towards Savitha. He was very happy to see savitha’s hair. Its neatly double ponytailed and folded. He asked sujata about her wish to shave savitha. Sujata told braid two ponytails and fold it like school girls and then shave. Kumar now asked savitha to turn her head right side. Savitha in crying mood started to turn her head and began to cry. Kumar loosened the right side ponytail by removing the hair band and holded her hair. He is very much happy to see the length, thickness and shiny long hair. He began to braid her hair very tightly. On the other hand gowri moved towards left side of savitha and loosed that pony tail and began to braid that in kumar style. After braid savitha hair both gowri and kumar began to fold each side like school girls. Then kumar took the knife load a new blade and place it on savitha centre head. Now he began to shave her left side from centre. Savitha got some irritrating sense on her head. She thought that her hair in their last moment on her head. She cried. Shaved hair began to hang in savitha’s folded braid. Kumar shave with happy mood. He finished the shave on the left side. He separate the left braid from savitha’s head and hand over it to sujata. Sujata now hold savitha’s braid in front of savitha. Savitha now feel that kumar shaves her right side due to the burning sense on the right side. Kumar shaved her right side also. He again handover savitha’s right side folded braid to sujata. Sujata and gowri both happy to saw that. She placed that braids on the table. They were eagerly waiting to shave indira. Now indira thought she won’t escape from that shave. Now kumar moved towards indira. Indira feels guilty. She begged sujata to don’t do that. But sujata did not respond her. She told to kumar to shave indira by making a bun on her head. Now kumar reached behind of indira and began to unbraid her hair. Then he ordered gowri to make a top side bun on indira’s head and he began to load a blade in his knife. Gowri now moved towards indira. She hold indira’s hair and began to make a top side bun on indira’s hair. Now a big bun appears on top of indira’s head which is like a crown on her head. Now kumar nodded down indira’s head and began to shave from backside bottom to top side. Indira feels that her shave is started. She was crying. Her hair bun getting loosened. After finished back side fully now kumar slanded her head and started to shave from left side bottom to top on her ear side. Then he does same on the right side. Now indira has hair only in centre and front. Kumar moved to her front and began to shave her from front to centre. Now indira hair a big hair only which is hanging in her centre hair roots. Kumar began to shave that centre part. A big bun falls on indira lap. Indira cried a lot. But no use. She was shaved by kumar. Sujata now asked kumar to shave indira eyebrows also. Indira shocked and asked sujata that “I already co-operated with you. Then why should uyou shave my eyebrows”. Sujata replied that this should be an extra punishment for her to make both sujata and gowri bald. Indira begged sujata to don’t do that. But sujata came near indira and hold her head tightly. Kumar now started to shave indira’s eyebrows also. After that they released the rude girls from tied chairs. All started crying and ran towards their houses. Indira ran towards her room. Sujata paid kumar a lumpsum for helping her to teach a lesson to rude girls. Kumar got happy and packed the shaved hair and return back to his shop. That’s how rude girls become bald girls.

Temple of vows

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