One Two, Buckle my shoe...

Ive always dressed very simply, uncorrupted by the latest fashion trends. I also have my own notions on shopping. For what's essential, take money from your parents. For whats not, earn some yourself.

The problem is, however expensive a pair of shoes I buy, they only last a year or little more, as they have to withstand the Pune rains for about 2 months every year.

I had ignored the trend of having pointy shoes for a very long time. But then the pressure eventually got to me. Everyone in college started wearing them. Even the unfashionable ones ! Mustering up the courage, I decided that this was it. I was going to have me some pointy shoes!!
There was nothing wrong with my current ones. They were nice and solid and black and rectangular. Yep, rectangular. Just the way our feet are. The are the narrowest in the middle somewhere and broadest at the end where our fingers fan out.

And so I picked up a pointy pair. With my own hard earned money. A pair not too expensive, but not too pointy either. And they hurt like hell.

It was like someone was torturing me for no reason. I was ready for anything...to tell the the truth, to reveal the country's nuclear plans, to bitch about anyone they wanted me to, but no one was interested.The shoes looked nice though. That I admit. Got a few compliments in college. But they still hurt like hell.

" Aah, its just shoe bite... " I said to myself.

After the first 4-5 days, they actually got a little comfortable. And then one of them ripped at the seams. I didn't blame my toes, they needed some air to breathe ! At that point I felt much like a General, who after winning the battle, slips and falls down the staircase to break his back. But I refused to throw in the towel. I wasn't giving up now. Not after 5 days of sore feet. They just needed a little bit of needle work and they'd be fine, I told myself. I got the torn one fixed by a cobbler.

The next week, the second one ripped. Now I felt like the same General, but who after recovering from hospital, is told that another war has broken out, but he is relieved of his command.I kept the 'ol chin up. I was going to win this one. The second shoe came back from the cobblers, all fixed up. Life was looking good.

Yesterday, the first one ripped in a new spot. I wasn't in the mood now to feel like any General.

Both my shoes are now at the cobblers, for a complete seam reinforcement. Ive declared a State of Emergency.

Of course, I have my trusty rectangular ones to keep me company till then.

P.S. : Oh, did I mention have size 11 feet ? Another size more, and I would have to get shoes made for me. That doesn't have anything to do with my problem, right ? :-)