House Farming

By Paarth Gupta

It all started when my father saw a great deal on Amazon. He had ants in his pants to buy it. After the arrival of the charismatic trimmer, his search began for a lab rat. He couldn’t try it on my mother, and who else was at home, except me. He very well knew I hate haircuts, as there is nothing worse than the feeling of the hair stuck to your skin. To rub salt in the wound, my mother kept badgering me for the same.

I was bought by a pack of Nutties. Howsoever, I gave in with a heavy heart. Thus began the torture of mowing the lawn. He aimed for a ‘Mushroom cut’, but the result was a semi-circular cut. My parents kept disagreeing with each other and

my father happily tried out all the guide combs. They even used different size bowls to make a mushroom. The worst was yet to come, he left it midway, as I was getting late for class. It continued the next day. I put in so much patience and the outcome was outrageous.

They tried to console me but all in vain. While trying to take a break from everything, a man yelled out with a sneer, “Which cut is that?” So the torture continued. Finally, I got over it and knew it was going to grow back. After going through so much, Nutties wasn’t enough. Ergo, I made my mother buy me a few more goodies.

I learnt a new concept in the process called “House Farming”. What else did I learn? Say no to BRIBES!

By Paarth Gupta