Barber
Ever since I was old enough to remember, I’ve been going to Indian barbers for my haircuts. It started with my dad taking me to our local Indian barber in Tanjung Bungah, Concord to be exact. Then my grandma took me there as well since I was staying in her house after school when I was super young. It was just down the road and we would take a ten minute walk to get me a fresh cut.
Of course I’ve had the odd saloon visits now and then. 30 ringgit for a cut just didn’t tickle my fancy. I mean yeah, they could basically stylize your hair and what not but seeing as I have limited hair (I’m not going bald… it’s just thin hair runs in the family) I would like to keep it simple. It doesn’t get any simpler than walking into the barber and going, “Uncle, back short front not too short.”
Anyway, when I first arrived in KL for studies, it was a bit difficult for me to find a good Indian barber to make my regular. There were requirements set by the local barber back home. 3 criteria’s need to be met:
1. Good body oder.
2. Friendly and good with the customers.
3. Gives a good head and back massage (Now you don’t get that at your saloons).
So during my initial couple of years in KL, I rarely cut my hair. Usually during my semester breaks back in Penang, I would return to the barber I visited religiously as a kid. Another reason was being in a rock band, you had to walk the walk and not just talk the talk. So I was also subjected to keeping my hair long as well as wanting to know what the fuss was about. I never really liked it, most of the time it got in the way of my sleeping, making the neck area very hot and of course tough to sleep with.
When I started working at my sales job, it was kind of a requirement to have your hair neat, short and tidy as to give a better impression to the customers. I tried a few Indian barbers but never could get the right one. It was either a damn blur Indian barber who barely understood, “Belakang pendek, depan jangan pendek sangat.” Or they smelled funky.
Although now I can proudly say I found one that almost equal the one I had back home. Very near to my Puchong home as well! I’ve never looked back since. Just got another cut after a while, since I was working as a designer now, I just thought it’d be cool to leave the hair a bit longer but it got in the way of my sleep again. So a couple of days ago I got it cut again, spotting a little like Chow Yun Fatt after the cut. Indian barbers somehow like combing my hair all the way back after a cut.
Oh and the best part is, the cut is still under RM10... only RM9 babeh!!! With a short head and back massage as well!
Of course I’ve had the odd saloon visits now and then. 30 ringgit for a cut just didn’t tickle my fancy. I mean yeah, they could basically stylize your hair and what not but seeing as I have limited hair (I’m not going bald… it’s just thin hair runs in the family) I would like to keep it simple. It doesn’t get any simpler than walking into the barber and going, “Uncle, back short front not too short.”
Anyway, when I first arrived in KL for studies, it was a bit difficult for me to find a good Indian barber to make my regular. There were requirements set by the local barber back home. 3 criteria’s need to be met:
1. Good body oder.
2. Friendly and good with the customers.
3. Gives a good head and back massage (Now you don’t get that at your saloons).
So during my initial couple of years in KL, I rarely cut my hair. Usually during my semester breaks back in Penang, I would return to the barber I visited religiously as a kid. Another reason was being in a rock band, you had to walk the walk and not just talk the talk. So I was also subjected to keeping my hair long as well as wanting to know what the fuss was about. I never really liked it, most of the time it got in the way of my sleeping, making the neck area very hot and of course tough to sleep with.
When I started working at my sales job, it was kind of a requirement to have your hair neat, short and tidy as to give a better impression to the customers. I tried a few Indian barbers but never could get the right one. It was either a damn blur Indian barber who barely understood, “Belakang pendek, depan jangan pendek sangat.” Or they smelled funky.
Although now I can proudly say I found one that almost equal the one I had back home. Very near to my Puchong home as well! I’ve never looked back since. Just got another cut after a while, since I was working as a designer now, I just thought it’d be cool to leave the hair a bit longer but it got in the way of my sleep again. So a couple of days ago I got it cut again, spotting a little like Chow Yun Fatt after the cut. Indian barbers somehow like combing my hair all the way back after a cut.
Oh and the best part is, the cut is still under RM10... only RM9 babeh!!! With a short head and back massage as well!
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