It was a bitter cold morning that day when I decided to wear my new Woodland shoes! After many requests my dad had bought me those cherry red coloured shoes which in the early nineties cost 1200 rupees, a princely sum for us.
I was so happy that I considered myself very lucky for owning those handsome shoes.
My heart swelled with pride.
I carefully skipped two crowded trains and boarded the third empty one to go to college so that no one would step on them. I really cared for them and throughout the journey narrowly averted the other lesser shoes stepping on them by constantly dodging my feet and staring at the offenders.I was getting emotionally attached to them.
One commuter told me to wear them on my head,I cut him by swearing a juicy expletive at him.
I was wondering whether i felt worthy of wearing these shoes but that feeling passed on.
There was a spring in my step and I felt taller and elevated.
They really changed my personality.
Aavishkar was our annual inter collegiate festival, I was supposed to reach by one pm to the college and to my utter dismay I could not locate my shoes.I frantically started asking my mom about them and she calmly replied that Vinay had worn them to college as he thought i would not be going to college.My entire world came crashing down! It was the worst disaster for me.
Big rivulets of tears started coming down my cheeks as I subconsciously started cursing my brother for that satanic act.I vowed that I would not spare him.
I cancelled my plan to go to college and sat down sulking in my room,my mom somehow cajoled me to go wearing sandals to the festival.I went respecting her wishes.
I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible just hi helloing my friends avoiding eye contact all the time. I went to pee at the odo,the toilet opposite deans office and noticed a big rush over there with lot of lights and scrambled wires with many people walking with unexplained urgency.
They were shooting a marathi serial Guinea Pig with Vikram Gokhale as the lead actor.
As I walked out of the toilet adjusting my family jewels , I was approached by the director of the serial for a small sequence in the serial. I, as a doctor had to whisper some sad news to Vikram Gokhale.
My joy knew no bounds as I hastily applied the talcum powder on my face and donned a tight fitting apron over my t shirt.It was a 10 second sequence but I was so ecstatic that I tripped once over the wires and second time I virtually had a collision with the actor when he told me that I was supposed to whisper and not kiss him on the ear! I, on third attempt gave an okay take.
Of course it was all for free but the thrill of coming on small screen was very heartening.
I came home jubiliant, I realised one thing that I never missed my shoes the whole day.
They saw my face and not my shoes that day!
When my brother came home he was greeted with a warm hug from me much to his surprise as he was expecting a big thrashing from me.
As of now, things are different, I have a big personal shoe rack with assorted designer shoes.
But my eyes still search for my once coveted cherry red shoes.....
I was so happy that I considered myself very lucky for owning those handsome shoes.
My heart swelled with pride.
I carefully skipped two crowded trains and boarded the third empty one to go to college so that no one would step on them. I really cared for them and throughout the journey narrowly averted the other lesser shoes stepping on them by constantly dodging my feet and staring at the offenders.I was getting emotionally attached to them.
One commuter told me to wear them on my head,I cut him by swearing a juicy expletive at him.
I was wondering whether i felt worthy of wearing these shoes but that feeling passed on.
There was a spring in my step and I felt taller and elevated.
They really changed my personality.
Aavishkar was our annual inter collegiate festival, I was supposed to reach by one pm to the college and to my utter dismay I could not locate my shoes.I frantically started asking my mom about them and she calmly replied that Vinay had worn them to college as he thought i would not be going to college.My entire world came crashing down! It was the worst disaster for me.
Big rivulets of tears started coming down my cheeks as I subconsciously started cursing my brother for that satanic act.I vowed that I would not spare him.
I cancelled my plan to go to college and sat down sulking in my room,my mom somehow cajoled me to go wearing sandals to the festival.I went respecting her wishes.
I tried to be as inconspicuous as possible just hi helloing my friends avoiding eye contact all the time. I went to pee at the odo,the toilet opposite deans office and noticed a big rush over there with lot of lights and scrambled wires with many people walking with unexplained urgency.
They were shooting a marathi serial Guinea Pig with Vikram Gokhale as the lead actor.
As I walked out of the toilet adjusting my family jewels , I was approached by the director of the serial for a small sequence in the serial. I, as a doctor had to whisper some sad news to Vikram Gokhale.
My joy knew no bounds as I hastily applied the talcum powder on my face and donned a tight fitting apron over my t shirt.It was a 10 second sequence but I was so ecstatic that I tripped once over the wires and second time I virtually had a collision with the actor when he told me that I was supposed to whisper and not kiss him on the ear! I, on third attempt gave an okay take.
Of course it was all for free but the thrill of coming on small screen was very heartening.
I came home jubiliant, I realised one thing that I never missed my shoes the whole day.
They saw my face and not my shoes that day!
When my brother came home he was greeted with a warm hug from me much to his surprise as he was expecting a big thrashing from me.
As of now, things are different, I have a big personal shoe rack with assorted designer shoes.
But my eyes still search for my once coveted cherry red shoes.....
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