Once upon a time, there were two mice, Billu and Pinki. One day, Billu found a huge piece of cheese. He wanted to have it all, and he would have, but as he was trying to impress Pinki, he decided to share it with her by dividing it into two halves.
After scratching his head for a long time, he finally found a way to divide it exactly into 2 pieces. He decided that he would break the cheese arbitrarily and then compare. Whichever side looked bigger, he would nib at it a little till both looked exactly the same.
With enthusiasm, he started his brilliant method. He broke the cheese. First one looked bigger. He ate it a little. Now the other one looked bigger. He ate the other one a little. Dammit, the first one looked bigger again.
He kept on biting the pieces in an attempt to make them equal. In sheer frustration, he didn’t realize that he was eating all of it. He did so, only when he had consumed everything.
He felt dejected. His sole chance to impress Pinki had gone down the drain. He walked on the road like a desolate mouse, didn’t notice a truck coming by, came under it and got squashed to a cheesy liquid form.
Billu gave up his life in the name of love. God was proud of him, and decided to send him in the world again. This time though, as a human named Mr Nathulal, who happens to be my barber. But I never realized it. And neither would have you.
You realize it only when he gets the sole chance to impress you by cutting your hair. Billu the barber repeats his brilliant method of making both sides of your hair equal, by cutting your hair arbitrarily and then comparing.
You realize it only when he finds the other side having longer hair, ALWAYS, and feels frustrated again.
And you realize it only when in a sincere attempt to make them equal, he finishes off all of it and finally shows you the mirror.
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