An Unexpected Conversation with an iOS Parrot in a Kashmir Barber Shop
An Unexpected Conversation with an iOS Parrot in a Kashmir Barber Shop I swear this is a true story (or at least as true as stories get when you’re sitting in a tiny barber shop in Srinagar and reality starts feeling a little wobbly). It was a crisp October morning. I had been wandering the back lanes of old Srinagar near Hari Parbat, looking for a place to get a quick trim before heading to Dal Lake. Most fancy salons were either closed or too touristy, so I ducked into a narrow shop with a faded red-and-white pole spinning outside. The sign simply read “Ustad Hair Cutting Saloon – Since 1972”. Perfect. Inside, it smelled of talcum powder, coconut oil, and that unmistakable sharp bite of old-school aftershave. Three ancient chairs, one cracked mirror, a small transistor radio playing 90s Bollywood songs, and Ustad ji himself (white beard, thick glasses, and the calm authority of a man who has cut half the city’s hair for five decades). I sat down. The usual ritual began: c...