India, Jan. 15 -- Every evening, after dining with their respective families at home, a handful of men in a certain part of Old Delhi gather in Gali Choori Wallan, and settle down until far beyond the midnight at shop no. 530. It is a barbershop. These men don't come here for a haircut. They sit here silently, partaking in the companionship of each other's presence, as well as gazing at the hectic night life of the street outside. They also lend their ears to Asif, the barbershop's barber, whenever the latter is bitten by the muse. For Asif is also a shaayar. The soft-spoken gent is a poet of the Homeric sort, in the sense that he rustles out verses orally, extempore, never caring to record them on paper. Known more commonly in the locali...