Back home in India, it is pretty much impossible to get a haircut on a tuesday, if you are the run-on-the-mill, average kinda guy who has been visiting the same saloon or barbershop ever since you were a kid.
In those swanky places such as VLCC or some other stylist saloons that have mushroomed concurrently in correspondance with the growth of the Indian middle class’ affluence, it is definitely possible to get one on a tuesday, but you should be willing to cough up big.
Cheap guy that I am, I’ve never managed to have a haircut on a tuesday.
The reason for barbershops being closed on a tuesday (and this is pure scientific guesswork) is probably because it is the day of the week that corresponds to the day of the patron diety of the barbers. I am pretty sure this bit of reasoning is spot on.
All that changed in Oslo, on 12th September 2006, when I did have one and that too for free, my first full machine haircut minus scissors, courtesy of a friend of mine named Levo from Estonia, who made me write love letters to his wife in Hindi, (so she’d find it more exotic), accompanied by the corresponding English translation and the phonetic pronunciation for both of them to understand that I was not writing random rubbish.
With my first international haircut, not something most desis can boast of even if they’ve put tent on foreign shores for ages, I now think I must have had the good fortune of getting my hair cut on each day of the week.
Woo hoo!
