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CRISIS OF IDENTITYCRISIS OF IDENTITY

On that fine Sunday morning

(all Sundays are fine)

he went out for

his usual visit to

the city nearby.

Walked the way

under the blazing summer sun

half-an-hour walk

enough to make him

sweat profusely

his long flowing greying

hairs

dangling along both

shoulders

his pepper-salt moustache

long flowing greying beard

his dress and the

whole body getting

drenched,

entered he a gents'

beauty parlour

air-conditioned room

welcomed him

deposited his chappals outside

and made the entry.

Hair-dressing

dyeing, facial

all facilities available

and like Kingfishers

two smiling youths

jumped upon him

service minded they

"trim the hair

trim the beard

moustache

enough and more".

Serious he was

expressions as well as

voice,

but no

the youths not that

easily disheartened

took out one by

one their unparallelled

skills of entrapping

the new found customer

from their 'arsenal'

"you look very strange

and ugly sir,

with this long flowing

hairs, pepper-salt

moustache,

and these dirty

long, flowing beards.

Ugly sir, quite ugly

but you know,

you are a charming

youth,

so handsome,

basically

we, we can't find

words to present

before you

the picture of a

pleasing face,

hiding behind

shall we remove this

unwanted remnants

of the past

make you handsome

prince charming

to make you fascinating

before ladies - cute

pretty.

Give us a chance,

at least one chance

to shape a

new 'avatar' out of you

entreating they were

tender-hearted he

turned

bowing to their

pleasing persuasion

submitted himself

to their whims and

fancies,

like a lady enjoying rape

many things done

on him

one after another

all completed

one youth displayed

the mirror from various angles

"see how

pleasant-looking and

charming you are,

enjoy yourself"

"who is this new

fellow?" - asked he

to himself silently

his eyes wide

ofcourse

more sad

less delighted,

yet displayed delight

to satisfy them.

Bill paid

Hefty it was

caught an autorickshaw.

reached the house

within minutes to show

his new face to his wife.

Door remained shut,

as usual,

pressed the calling

bell

wife looked through the window

"who are you man?"

stood he aghast

unfamiliarity reflected

on her face,

her eyes too,

gone wide

shut she the door

from behind

locked it from

inside.

knocked he the door

repeatedly,

no response came out

stood he there

flabber ghasted,

and walked out

into the street........

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