The Hair Story

Mumbai guys have this thing about hair. I guess all guys have this thing about hair. But Mumbai is on a completely different level.

During the training, each guy had a different hair style. Our Pune guy had a decent crew-cut. Nothing much to harp about.
And then there was the two medium sized guys... one with straight hair twirling around his skull, starting from the top. It looked like a little tornado. The other one had curls sticking out over his ears. A regular Goldilocks without gold locks.
Then the tall guy who had brokers numbers had heavily gelled strands combed down over his forehead, like a skull-cap. Reminded me of Frankenstein. The girls used to call him Franky the Jellyfish. That was only until he told us it wasn't gell. It was Parachute Coconut hair oil. Then, we didn't call him anything.

But the other tall guy took the cake. I had never seen hair like this on a guy before (comming from little Pune, we hardly had any variety, you see)!
His hair fell down to his shoulders from a parting in the centre and then it did the darnest thing.
It curled up and pointed to the sky!!!!
There were actually, two 'S's on either side of his head and they looked like the 'S's one would find on some rosy-cheeked girl in Fairy tales! Worse was, that when he strode across the corridor in full splendor, his curls bobbed up and down. So the girls were thrilled and christened him 'Bobby'.

On the last day of training, we got certificates from the V.P. of the department we were going to. And while giving Bobby's certificate, he said "I like your hair style." to the fellow!
And our Bobby looked at the V.P.'s balding patch and stopped himself from blurting out, "I like yours too."!!! But that day, he tells us, he decided to get a new 'look'.

I thought I had seen everything!

A week after we got into the department, all the guys went on a hair trimming spree. Our Pune guy got a fresh Crew-cut, Franky got his oiled strands trimmed and glued to his forehead and the tornado guy got himself a simple short cut.
Our Bobby surprised us though. He got himself a mind-blowing wind-swept look that suddenly made him look taller. And handsome even! Technology, vision and money can do wonders!

But Goldilocks without the gold locks, now he renewed my faith in Fate. Just when I'd thought I'd seen everything, Fate slapped my eyes with a sight to behold (and then faint).
The curls were gone from above his ears. He had joined the Oil brigade. All his hair was oiled back neatly behind his ears, except two thin wisps of shiny black locks glued onto the forehead in the shape of and UPSIDE-DOWN HEART!!!!!

"Make way for the King of Spades!" I hissed.