Snip Snip Snap...Ouch !!

Friends often say god has been a little too generous on me...the reason? He gave me hair which doesnt need combing once i do the routine round in the morning. The "straight-haired" guys have to spend some time before the mirror, a few times every day, to sort out their "hairy-affairs"...I have been blessed with curly hair, which by their standards is the best one to have...Hmmphh...if they ever saw the time i spent every morning trying to get it in place, they would change their opinions...I probably spend more time than their combined times...
Ok, the story is not of the umpteen ways to comb the hair or to adorn it, but it is about the man who has the hard task of cutting my hair;my hair dresser. The place is called a "beauty parlor" though i doubt if anyone comes there for that.
So, the subject in question is a staunch communist...and since i am one of the few people who frequent the shop, am subjected to a barrage of his yester year exploits...and of course like all communists, those stories get the blood boiling in him....sadly for me, he decides to take it out on my poor hair...all the while i have to produce approving sounds like Hmmm...Yaa...Ok.. etc... I cannot afford to nod, lest he cut off my head. When i sit on the chair, my only prayer is, god dont let his hands slip...
Last day it was the same again...after having sat down (read said my prayers)...he started off on his monologue...this time it was about the general strike we had...he recounted his childhood experiences...he said he used to go for all strikes sponsored by the left...
i asked "havent you ever got arrested then?"he had a sheepish look on his face...I thought that might be to say, oh yes, I have...But, He said..."no...never"For the first time ever, i was interested...after all, a police story excites anyone... "not even a single time? so u mean these were not agitations? only peaceful protests?""no..not that; as soon as the police come, i run off from the scene...you know i go to those protests without my family knowing...and if i end up in a police station, they might have to come to bail me out...there is a friend of mine who comes with me for these strikes...as soon as we see the police we scoot"...I was laughing from head to toe...but couldnt show it on my face...lest he be offended and decide to take it out on my..yes thats rite... on my poor hair...he was silent for the most part thereafter...the only questions he asked me were "right side ok?"" do u want to use a hair dryer"?
And as i stepped off the chair, i saw his face, a lil cloudy a lil downcast and blood-drained ...I had perhaps hurt a staunch communist... he might have probably been lamenting the fact that he did not get arrested even once... I felt sorry for him...
It might have something to do with the "ambitions" i remarked upon in an earlier post...any ideologist communist's greatest honor would be when he participated in a mass movement and got arrested for the same...it is a story that he could share with generations to come....and my poor communist friend here was probably shattered by the fact that one of his customers did not buy his story and probably saw him as a failure on that count....
Do we see people like this in our day to day life? People who have not been able to achieve their dreams, and know that they might never achieve it? How do they react when put in such situations? Does the IT industry have a lot of analogous situations?
As i think of going back the next time, i am worried if he would have that it mind...I would be surprised if he doesnt, considering the very few people who ever turn up there...and god bless my poor hair...but of course, as my friends say, it has already been blessed!! AMEN