It was around two years back, I went out on one particular day to a new salon in the U.A.E , as usual for a haircut but this time it had to be special as it was for the Farewell which was going to be the next day in the morning, so I had to have my hair set the previous day in order to look good for the following day. So as usual, I went to the salon which is a bit further away from my house, I entered the salon, waited for my turn and then when the hair-dresser was free, I went to him. The hair-dresser was a Filipino, indeed a different nationality, and as I heard that Filipinos are very good in cutting hair, so too did I expect that he would cut my hair well and give it the style that I desired to have. Of course not forgetting, I did have along with me a few photographs resembling the style I wanted which I showed to him with a smile and so he started cutting my hair. Well the way in which he cut my hair was really quite in