The tale of a shoe

The title might have given the impression of a fairy tale that’s about to follow. Wrong guess! It’s about the number of shoe hurls against our so called political wizards. Every Indian political gathering is safely guarded now from the anytime attack using shoes. Ha! Ha! Doesn’t that sound funny? But it’s true

Why shoes fly towards the politicians, these days? Yet to be researched!

As shoe hurls are becoming frequent these days I have been thinking about the reason why people have started using shoes for such an act, and have some thoughts to share. My answer may sound crazy to some of you, but yet please scroll down and have a look.

The shoes traverse a long way through much neglected Indian roads, suffering all the troubles without any objection. It has to take out feet safely even through the most stinking roads and pit filled lanes, without complaining; like how we are wordlessly living amid the sickening conditions and political situation and yet becoming a part of the democracy, in-spite of all the awful feelings, hidden in our mind. So chucking a shoe at someone, I think, stands for the eruption of all the so far veiled torment and frustration from a person’s heart. Etiquette gurus may vehemently object this, I am sure. But just consider the distressed mind at the other end; you may get an explanation, even though not fully justifiable.

At any cost I am not justifying the action and won’t do it. But let politicians and the alike class be alerted that when sufferings are growing beyond the periphery a common man may react in the most weird way.

May be more constructive ones might emerge soon! Let’s wait and watch

I am feeling sleepy!

I am feeling sleepy. Really sleepy that I am getting only a blurry vision of the letters on my keyboard, and feels as if they have gone totally messed up. Hah! Wish I could cuddle on my bed and have a nice sleep coz I had only very less sleep yesterday as the scorching heat had almost wearied me down. (The atmosphere is leaping zigzag from rain to heat these days, making matters worse, as I get a bad attack of sinusitis when the humidity level changes quickly.)

Lying on my bed was so hard yesterday, like lying in a hot furnace that I was awake almost the whole night, literally counting the ticks of my clock and took almost three baths in 5-7 hours because of the unbearable heat. The two sturdy security guards of our housing colony did their job on time, by whistling and knocking so loudly, piercing my ears, and sleep swiftly vanished from my eyes in no time.

By 4 AM I had my third bath, in the hope of getting a little sleep, but ill luck was not ready to leave me so easily. After waking up at 5.30 and getting ready I traveled for about two hours and reached my hostel by 8 am and thereafter to my office by 9, back to the long writing schedules. And guess what! I had bread and jam for lunch. Lack of sleep and a sugary lunch! Hah!!!!!!!!! My eye lids are getting so heavier that I am finding it really hard to concentrate on my work.