A conversation overheard at the hair saloon...

This is the conversation, verbatim, I heard between the hairdresser (HD) and the boy of the age 9 or so while I was getting Betu's haircut done.

Boy: "Bhaiyya latest cuts kaun se hain?"

HD: "Aapko kaunsa chahiye?"

Boy: "Latest cuts ke kya naam hain?"

HD: "Main bhool gaya"

Boy: "*said some name which I couldn't understand.* cut mein kya hota hai?"

HD: "Usme chhote chhote baal hote hain"

Boy: "Bhaiyya mere par achha to lagega na woh cut?"

HD: "haan"

Boy: "Bhaiyya oil laga hai mere balon mein aaj"

HD: "Koi baat nahi"

Boy: "Bhaiyya John Abraham jaise kar do"

HD: "ok"

Boy: "Bhaiyya bahut chhote mat karna. John Abraham jitne chhote kar do"

HD: *Doesn't say anything*

Boy: "Bhaiyya cycle to chori nahi hogi meri?"

HD: "Lock nahi kari?"

Boy: "Nahi"

Boy: "Bhaiyya nahane ke baad kanghi to nahi karni padegi? Apne aap khade go jayenge?"

HD: "Haan"

Boy: "Bhaiyya in balon ka kya karte ho? Jala dete ho?"

HD: "Jala dete hain ya bag mein bhar kar gift kar dete hain!" (smiling to himself)

HD: "Kisne bola aise cut ke liye?"

Boy: "Mujhe pasand hai"

Boy: "Bhaiyya John Abraham cut ka kya naam hai?"

At this point Anirudh's haircut was almost done and I diverted my attention to Betu. I touched his head to see if its fine and guess what do I hear.

"Mumma aap touch mat karo. Aap touch karoge to baal kharaab ho jayenge"

*rolling my eyes* OK boss!

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