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I have hunted and I have searched like a dog on a chase. I have set a goal and gone after it like NASA. I have searched (to the extent of being obsessive) like Gholum in the Lord of the Rings. I have scanned malls, street shops, posh shops, brands and any shop in the vicinity … any vicinity ! 

But i fail to find a shoe that I like.

The search started in Connaught Place - I checked Bata, Reebok, Nike, Sundry other shops. The Select Citywalk Mall in Saket - all brands from Mango, Van Husen, blah blah. To Amby Mall Gurgaon - Highly highly priced shoes with no substance. Shoe Tree. Khan Market. South EX . Woodland. GK 2 market … You name it … I have been there.

I still havent found it… Its insanity… All I need is a formal pair and an everyday pair … thats all!! 

So after the crazy walking in and walking out of shops … I have come to a conclusion that I aint going to find one … not here … definately not in this country …

So why cant i get a customised shoe made? A place where all I need to do is log on, select the material, design, colour, stitches, heels, pointed/ non pointed, with/ without the back strap, pencil heel, flats, whatever and give my shoe size.

They then deliver a dummy shoe … I try it on obsess over it make some more changes and say my okay … and in a 30 day time period … vola!!! I have a shoe that fits well, looks and feels like the shoe that I want and is the one and only of its kind :D !!!! Hmmmm … And it will be called My Kinda Shoe (Mera Wala Joota) !! lol …

I have an obsession … and all week all I can think about is this particular activity……

…while sitting in office … I am thinking of the one hour I will spend with this guy.

Ya … this guy he has the ability to make me sweat … and not just sweat but really sweat!!! 

He is too good… he has me gasping for air …
he has me wanting more….

wanting it but not wanting it….

He starts me off with the usual routine of 20 crunches in a minute, 180 punches in a minute and three minute of intense jogging…   Then there are the 20 kicks in the air from your left feet and 20 from your right … there is the back kicks, the front round kicks … the insane leg bending exercise that I cant seem to do And the absolutely insane tummy crunches that have me wincing and crying out in pain …

…but I still do it … it’s that pain that I like to experience…

My kickboxing class is a prayer … its meditative … and the most satisfying one hour that I have in a day

Eeeeeeeeha!

Okay there is something about me and jobs. Whatever I take up, I start to detest it after a few months. I hated my first job and now my new job, that is not so new … is reaching that ’I hate this job’ phase.

Obviously the hum de dum of my job has creeped in.

The Oh my god! phase is over … where everything was a Oh my god!

The office is so huge ! Oh my god! …. The canteen serves good food! Oh my god! … The men are drool worthy ! Oh my god! … They are giving me free Internet connection ! Oh my god! …. They have a costa in the same complex!!?? OH MY GOD!

etc etc etc etc

Why does this happen? When and why eventually does this ‘Oh well’ stage creep in?

Why is there this mind numbing boredom slowly creeping on me?

Am i incapable of sustaining anything? Am i going to not like every job i take ? Am I going to crib all my life?

Where are you when I need you with some answers?

The excruciating pain … when your existence depends on an email

Keep pressing refresh … wondering what is taking so long

Is the AC not working? Why cant i hum my favourite song?

Send myself an email to check if all is well with my inbox

The email gets duly delivered… sits there and mocks

Refresh Refresh

Sweat … sweat a bit more

Tapping of my feet

… that extra cup of coffee

Refresh Refresh Refresh Refresh

Refresh !!!!!!

The endless wait into oblivion

Tap Tap Tap Tap

Its either me … or its the world that is fucked up in the head !

I seriously can’t deal with people and their idiocies … three instances in a span of 2 hours, had my blood boiling and me just ready to claw any one who dared to ask me what is wrong with you girl?

Instance 1 - I am standing at the Vodaphone bill payment shop in CP… all is well … people are taking their time to count their money and i mean a lot of time to count … to recount and count again…. to re re assure themselves
… i still haven’t lost it …even after the sweeper dusts the CP dust in my face and hair …. i don’t react though i am reaching that danger zone

One Bihari uncle (i am NOT a regional racist … but he was Bihari!) … he comes up stands behind me … a little to close (why was i surprised … or am i just paranoid??) .. is chewing a paan and counting his notes … he then after making his presence felt with his shuffling of feet and chewing noises ….. suggests that i move inside the shop which is already flooded with people … I choose to ignore it …. says it again ….. me ignoring …cause i know i will just blast the hell off him with my verbal bashing ….

The man has guts … he suggests it again …. and that my friend was IT! ….you have pressed the wrong button !!

I start off with …  rattling all kinds of stuff like …who are u to tell me …too its to crowded .. do u need specs to see that ?? what nonsense …. and blah blah and blah

Can’t even remember half of the things !!

The conversation ends with bihari crackpot telling me - ”chup raheya” (Be quite) 

and me telling him - “app phele chup raheye” (You be quite first)

And then we stand in silence me just wanting to strangle the hell out of this random man

That gets me thinking …why ?? why the hell i reacted that way ?? I could have reasoned it out with him and told him that bhaisaab (brother) its too crowded and i am not walking into that crowd. 

Am i that intolerant ? People who don’t adhere to social norms … are bound to get a verbal bashing from me?  Why can i not just IGNORE these nincompoops ? Do i think that i  am above a lot of people and that’s why i react the way i react?

Its tiring …just thinking about it ………… well i have decided to pay my phone bill on-line now … it ain’t worth it……… this interaction with people on the streets, who are bound to stand a little to close to you and are bound to talk to you for no reason and are (the most baffling one) bound to give you suggestions (??) on how to go about your business

Kab sudheregay mera desh (When will my country learn)