A sole vacation

Have you ever started something, and watched it take you over so completely that you can't understand where it ends and you begin? I started this blog on a funny note, hoping to showcase the comedy in my life. Now my life has become a regular slapstick routine, just so that I'll have something to write about.

I never really experiment with shoes. I keep one pair of floaters for years together, until one can hardly recognise that the threads constitute a shoe. I don't really wear heels either, not because I find the idea repulsive, but simply because I'm too much of a klutz to be allowed 10 feet near them, let alone two(hyuk hyuk get it?)

Yet once in a while, you simply HAVE to experiment. After all, the biggest risk in life is not to take any risks. Filled with inspiration, and the powerful urge to cross boundaries never attempted by...um...myself, I did it ladies and gentlemen. I wore shoes during my European vacation.

They were really marvellous that first week. I smiled benevolently at my blue striped black Adidas shoes, taking pride in its squeak, weeping tears of joy when it did a successful "kreeech" on the marble floor. This of course earned them, and through those dear shoes, me, admiring gazes from my neighbours, who I assure you didn't find the noise the least bit grating on their nerves. That was the first week.
Towards the second, the shoelaces decided to rebel against my authority. No amount of chiding, scolding, or bribery with squelchy mud patches did any good. They simply refused to cooperate, and I trudged along unhappily, waiting for peace. And suddenly, one day, there was silence. Not a lace twitched, or tried to trip me over. Blissfully, I walked along, and it began to rain. My romantic mind assumed the sky was shedding tears of joy at the idyllic state of affairs below, and I really did expect flowers to fall any minute. Thats when I heard "flap, flap, flap". Wondering if the sanctity of the situation really required white doves to grace the heavens above, I looked up eagerly, only to realise that the sound was in fact coming from quite the opposite direction. The sole of my right shoe had decided to perform independently, and while it constituted a rich musical sound, it was completely and permanently distracted from its original purpose. I flapped dismally all the way to the shoe store nearby, and a sneaky voice nudged me softly, showing the silver lining of my dark cloud. I was going to get nice new sneakers, probably Nike by the looks of the store. A smile lit up my face, and I pranced in joyfully. We found brown shoes, black shoes, grey shoes, a great many shoes that would fill any soul(pun unintended) with glee. Yet, as my life always seems to be more than happy to point out, for every balloon there are 8745678 needles. Thanks to the abnormal tininess of my feet(which in no way reflects the size of my brain, so any jokes WILL be resented) there were no shoes my size. It was either one that was two sizes too big, or my flap shoes, which had decided to progress and now alternated between a thud and a flap.

I miserably bought the giant shoes, and stuffed them with tissue paper to keep them out of trouble, for the last day of my vacation.

Coming back home, I kissed me dear floaters in joy. The next day was a play, the last show of the theatre festival. For those of you who have lived in hotels and trains for two and a half weeks, wearing the same old clothes, rushing out every single morning after barely combing your hair, you will understand the need to grab any opportunity to "dress up" that presents itself. Feeling that the occasion was special indeed, I decided to move on undeterred in my fight to make my life more interesting, and wore a pair of strappy beautiful heels.

Three guesses to what happened right before the play.

1. Did Soumya go through the evening in an uneventful manner with no mishaps whatsoever?
2. Did Soumya receive many compliments on her exceptional grace and carriage?
3. Did Soumyas' heel tear off so that she limped with one shoe with a heel, and one that just managed to keep her foot from direct contact with the ground, so that she begged the world around her to inform ant curious onlookers that she fractured her big toe while saving a lame puppy from a lorry?

You better have missed me

Bring out the confetti cos I'm back I'm back!

To those ignorant things who did not realise I was missing, I've been in Europe for the past two and a half weeks and to those who are interested, I had a BLAST. This blog will soon be graced with posts about everything I did, but for now, I will respond to a tag, just to keep this blog from dying.

Once you've been tagged, you have to write a blog entry with five complete lies about yourself. That is, five things about you that are completely not true. Not even slightly. THEN hide in the entry a 6th line, something that is absolutely TRUE and the first person to guess which one is true wins

Six things about me that are completely untrue

1. Never get angry
2. Am very coordinated and graceful and never trip, fall, or wear my clothes inside out
3. My nose does not wiggle when I'm upset
4. Hardly smile
5. Hate bananas
6. Addicted to coffee