In My Shoes

10 Dec

Actually boots are the right word. Here’s something wonderful. An hour ago, I settled down to write a blog titled “Punching Bag.” It wasn’t about a sudden weight loss/ violence regime I took up, though I realize some would think so. It was about the fact that I needed to vent.

First thing today – I took a ride in an Omni cab that was so dilapidated, there was a part of the metal frame of the seat that was perpetually jabbing at my ass as we bumped along. I don’t have a bruise, but that’s the good part.

Then I met the Principal of a public school as part of the Internship who spoke about relevant shit for 10 minutes then somehow managed to drift on for an hour into a horrible theology (and I use the word VERY lightly) lecture the gist of which was that the reason India, it’s politics, it’s bureaucracy, and the “system” doesn’t work is that Hindu’s are ingrained with selfishness through their excuse of a religion. Yeah dude, it has nothing to do with human nature. The sad part was that I couldn’t even say anything, cause it was an “official” kinda thing, and he was an old guy- ingrained courtesy and all that. but that didn’t stop me from thinking that if I had known, I would have stayed home, called up my great aunt (Refer- “The Family just gots madder”) and listened to her talk for an hour – Same difference, really.

Then I got stuck getting bureaucracy to work – Bhag Daud – I DON’T want to explain further.

Then, I had a mis-communication with my mum resulting in her going to IIT to pick me up while I went to her Hospital to go home with her. So I had to catch a bus-ride from hell- a very slow, boring hell.

First, the driver didn’t let me sit on the … that thingy on the left hand side of the new DTC buses, where people are generally allowed to sit. The driver seemed to have taken a bet to prove that he was the slowest bus driver in the world. He was winning. He was one of those old fogeys who like to follow all the rules, and thus did not let me get off where I generally do cause apparently, that’s not a bus-stop.

Now, I don’t want to be anywhere but in my shoes. And I’m in seventh heaven. The reason- I have new shoes! Frickin an-inch-higher-than-ankle length boots that look brilliant! I finally get why chicks go mad about shoes. The best part is I’m not really going to grow in the feet department, so they will always fit. That’s the most special thing about shoes- they always fit. You can grow huge in proportions but still be able to wear amazing shoes. Plus, the right kind can make any outfit look amazing… Sigh…

Ipshu, you must be so proud…. πŸ™‚


Posted by on December 10, 2009 in Bakchodi, Fun!, Rant


7 responses to “In My Shoes

  1. Sampire

    December 11, 2009 at 8:16 am

    YOU GOT BOOTS???? :O Nice shit!

  2. Ipshita

    December 11, 2009 at 7:50 pm

    Sniff. I’m having a meri-bachi-badi-ho-gayi moment here. Wah, I must see these boots. Methinks I shall take you on shoe shopping spree, now that you are appreciating the beauty of shows. See, now do you get why I have so many in college?

  3. Mika

    December 12, 2009 at 2:28 pm

    Way to go Billy πŸ˜›
    First step to Girldom. πŸ™‚

  4. Nehaa

    December 13, 2009 at 6:14 am


    Look who just took one more step to acting like a girl πŸ™‚

    Ankle length boots look really nice πŸ™‚

    Planning on getting them to coll??

  5. Priyanka

    December 15, 2009 at 3:00 am

    Life is screwing me over. I want to go home… i genuinely need a punching bag, or maybe a worthless human being to stab multiple times. i am exhausted.

    I needed to vent. Thank you Billy’s blog.

    PS- those shoes are friggin’ hot! ha! I was one of the first few persons to see them! (I refuse to include Anees and Danish in that list)
    PPS- Mallu food rocks..if not Mallus..but Billy’s mom rocks..brilliant cook..and I finally met the man behind the long screaming “Ammmbbbiiiilllliiii!!!!!!!!!” voice in the first sem when we were moving in, and when Billy, with that crazy haircut would conveniently disappear to “interact with her intellectual seniors who (she thought) were NALSAR students, and have too high an intellectual capacity to rag..sigh! we all are disillusioned about a lot of things in life, aren’t we

    • 9livestoomany

      December 26, 2009 at 4:43 pm

      πŸ˜€ i love you! πŸ˜€ and i know you love me… which is why you will forgive me for not getting tejpal’s autograph … erhehehe…

  6. Anjali

    February 6, 2010 at 5:17 pm

    hey i love the referance to our great aunt, i can so totally understand how mind fucking (in a bad way) that old princi must have been……hey write soem more na …… possibly some on mooli ka jiuce πŸ˜› ….. miss u….. nikkie is back in shape btw…..


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