Between two hair cuts.

After November 3, 2008 hair cut, the next one was on January 3, 2009.

The saloon I went this time is at Marathagalli.

Now I have sported a french beard.
My son and wife suggested this style for me.

At the shop I was enjoying music from the barber's cell phone.

I shall make an attempt to remember the happenings in between these two hair cuts.

I have in my wallet the entrance ticket to Syntheri Rocks.
My dentist niece had come over to Hubli with her little daughter and husband.
That was during Christmas time and we had a picnic to Syntheri rocks.

One colleague's family and our office steno also accompanied us.

We went by two cars.

The place was a nice one with a sweet roaring of water.

A circus ticket is also in my wallet - The circus we enjoyed with the little kid.
The little girl jumped into the circus ring to participate in an skipping act performed by the clowns.
My dentist niece had a very happy grin when her daughter was in the ring skipping.

The cinema ticket in my wallet brings me the memory of my wife and me watching the movie:
Rab Ne Bana di jodi - starring Sharuk.

I kept these tickets with an intention of scribbling something on their backs.
Okay I shall dispose them - the job is done here. ha ha ha.

I also remember by Bangalore niece's Engagement function at Bangalore on Nov 23.

I had a nice trip to Bangalore on Air with my mother.

There were trips to Bangalore both with family as well as official one.

The trip to visit daughter at Secunderabad was quite enjoyable.

I think.....till the next hair cut......this will do!!!
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