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except the number of customers. The whole shop was occupied by women. Shop attendants were busy decoding the demands of their female customers whose attendants (husbands, fathers, boyfriends etc.) were busy digging into their wallets, praying that the deal gets finalized quickly.
    As soon as I entered the shop with Rishi, a boy came from nowhere and started to remove my shoe. That was awkward! I was thinking of the last time I had changed my socks. Stinky Effect!!
    “Shoes, sandals or slippers?” he asked.
    To which Rishi instantly replied “Supports Shoes.” After about half a minute I realized that only I could hear Rishi so I repeated, “Supports Shoes.”
    “What sir?”
    “Oh sorry, I mean Sports Shoes.”
    “9 number, Adidas Sports Shoes.” As the attendant was busy giving instructions to someone, I looked at Rishi to convey my angry looks to which he responded with a foolish smile.
    While I was busy wondering whether to smile back or continue putting on my angry young man look, something came flying from somewhere and passed within inches from my face. What the fuck?!
    That was the box of shoes. It appeared from somewhere (after trying to keenly watch the source, I was still clueless of its origin) and landed in the attendant’s hands.
    Experienced hands showed me numerous pairs of shoes and Rishi’s expressions to all of them were “No, nope, never, faaltu, ewww, poor, worst, throw that out........ ”
    I started to lose my temper and finally without asking Rishi, I decided on one pair. I quickly paid for it and left the shop.
    “Hey dad!” Rishi called from behind and I turned, “Nice choice!” He said pointing towards the pair of shoes I had bought from the shop, which was now lying on the cash counter of the shop. That’s when I realized I had forgotten to take the shoes for which I had already paid.

Mission-2
    “You are going to have a haircut, TODAY” This is how my conversation with Rishi ended. He seemed to be in no mood to hear my arguments; the only thing I heard was the verdict.
    I tried to convince Rishi to try Javed Habib but he said that this ‘mission’ was under his supervision and preparing his soldier was all his responsibility. Whatever he said, would be final.
    As there was no other choice I finally reached this place called ‘Radhe-Radhe Here-cutting Saloon’ (yup, the spelling was actually ‘Here’ instead of ‘Hair’). Every typical barber’s shop has the same kind of look. Glass doors and a big red-colored ‘WELCOME’ sign painted over it. The banner of the shop’s name will be accompanied with different Bollywood stars in which Salman Khan of ‘Tere Naam’ is always the first priority.
    As I entered the shop I saw two iron chairs, somewhat resembling the hot seat of ‘Kaun Banega Crorepati’ on one side of the room and the other side comprised of benches, which formed a kind of waiting area where Rishi promptly found his place.
    I took one of the iron seats and sat on it. I could see Rishi sitting behind me as he was reflected in the mirror in front of me. I wanted to take a nap but it proved to be a pretty difficult task because of the song playing on the barber’s Chinese phone. You don’t need to take a look at the phone to see whether it is a Chinese product or not, as the speakers will let you know themselves. Those irritating songs of some ‘Bewafa’ series were turning me mad now. I don’t know why the hell these sad songs are a favorite with these people. Haven’t they heard ‘Blue Eyes’ by Yo Yo Honey Singh?
    At last I saw ‘Mr. Amitabh Bachchan’ approaching my ‘hot seat’ with a white cloth to cover my body beneath my neck. A series of instructions started issuing out from my mouth. The barber was quietly listening to me.
    “Understood?” I asked in the end. The barber was still quiet. After a long pause he started to walk out of the shop. I was surprised and wondered what had happened. Then I saw him spitting the ‘paan’ out of