Shaving...

So after not shaving since the middle of Gujarat, I decided to let it all go, and that too, not by the blade of my trusty Mach 3, but a good ol' cut-throat around the corner from my new TV-less room in Pushkar.

And it's quite an experience. Not just a shave but a facial treatment. So I sit in the chair, and he asks me which shaving cream I want. For kicks I go for Old Spice! He starts lathering me, and keeps on going and going! In the time he took to properly foam me up, I would ordinarily have finished the entire shave.

That done, he starts shaving with the cut-throat and a new blade. Each movement of the cut-throat is like the wand of a conductor, organising, leading and creating an orchestra in the composition of the most beautiful symphony ever known. And that's what it is, a symphony.

Having completed the graceful tune, he returns for an encore, re-lathering me, and again running that wand over my face. It hurts like hell, cos I haven't shaved in a while, and the pores on my face have never faced the likes of this cut-throat.

Anyway, the barber, as though understanding my plight quickly moved on to the second part, the treatment phase. On my face, before I knew it, was 'Herbal Cool Cream'. He polished not only the region terrorised by cut-throat but my entire face. In doing this, I also got a hearty facial massage. The final touch was the after shave. Now I don't normally use the stuff so this was a bit of extravagance. When the Old Spice hit my face, I was like Maukauly (?) Kulkin from Home Alone. It stung but it was great!

So now i'm thinking of buying a cut-throat and some Old Spice...