A knife and A Head to cut

I believe everyone goes to have a haircut. Even i do...when i wake up in the morning and look into the mirror and find myself all shabby....kinda realize that Yea! i need to get a hair cut! But this day was different..The football tournament was coming up and i needed a football hairdo...hehe...something which people can notice while i play...So i went in the evening to the barber shop close to my college...it was raining heavily....i had a hard time in reaching there coz i don have an umbrella....the name of the barber shop was....GOOD LUCK....wonder why?....I reached there and saw the barber working on someone, so he told me to wait....I found myself a small place and sat...with magazines on the table....Semi porn, Movie magazines , sports, news.....these were my choices to select from....I took the news magazine coz i was outta touch of what was happening in the world....i kept hearing about investment firms collapsing and going bankrupt...so something was definitely happening in the world...But this news magazine just contained hell lot about local politics and accidents and matrimonials!....So i turned myself to the TV were a comedy programme was being shown and thats how i spent the time until my turn came.....

He called me....plz sit on the chair...."awrite",i said....I sat in this chair which looked like the electric chairs we see in the movies....a head rest on the top and a provision to incline it too...The barber had a long beard...black hair at the centre and white at the sides....he knew his style i would say....I was in front of a mirror.....a table in front of me....on which there were scissors, knives, blades....i was like a client paying to get myself killed....i believe everyone has heard that terrorists are made to feel like Kings before they go and get themselves blown up....well the barber had something like this in his mind i guess.....From a wardrobe he took a velvet red cloth....it felt so smooth on my neck....he tied the back of it behind my neck...tightening it....he could have finished me there...a nice tight strangle and it would have done the job...but he tied it just intact....he asked me..."What should i do to u today?"...i was like...(holy shit...hez gonna do it)....but i replied.."ahem..well...i need a football hairdo....small hair and nice style".....he had a glow in his eyes...guess he was thinking.."I am gonna give u one which u will remember for the rest of ur life......(if u are alive that is...Buhahahaha).....he took the scissors and a comb....started cutting chunks of hair....it felt like droplets of water falling on my shoulders except it was itching a bit.....he went from the top...to the sides....i could hear the constant snapping of the scissors.....chuck chuck....i was scared when he was cutting the sides...one small mistake and i cud be without a ear...he trimmed that part and moved on to finer cutting....for which he needed smaller...Sharper....better scissors....and a smaller comb....he took that from a small box which he had....which contained all his weapons of mass destruction....he did some finer chops here and there and then went on to Stage 3 were he took a blade and stuck it into razor...and he waved the hand in such a way that i thought.........he asked me whether i wanted my side locks removed...."whatever SIR...please do it fast and quick"...i din want a slow death....he slided the blade along my skin....behind my ear...then the neck....he said .."its over"....did my heart stop beating....i looked into the mirror....i could see any red fluid flowing....no cuts....no blood...i was still intact........i paid him his money and i ran...it was raining.....stilll.....i was scared....i ran to my room....and then took a bath fast....and then finally looked into the mirror......THAT M****in azol had given me the crapiest haircut ever....