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Footwear blues

Do you remember that day when you walked out of the temple and found your slippers missing from where you had left them? At first, it was a feeling of utter incomprehension. Then came denial. No, it couldn't have happened. Not to me. But who would want to take my worn-at-soles slippers, you wondered. And gradually, you realised that they were gone for good. Your favourite pair was now bearing the weight of a different owner. You felt angry. Not just at the person who stole it. But at your slippers. How could they just leave me? I should never have spent good money getting them repaired. Wretched ungratefuls! Finally, you accepted it. And started looking for a pair that fit you from among the dozens left outside the temple.


Shyam said…
hahaha... i wouldnt do that, though! Call it the perfect excuse to go shoe (or chappal) shopping! :)
don;t look at me! i don't steal other ppls shoes
rajiv said…
So someone stole them. You look around to find the filthiest old kolhapuries and wear them, saying yourself this had to be the thief.
You are waiting for the bus and hear this guy saying, "I wore these really filthy chappals today and they still got stolen.."
Don't look down, man!
Funny and Sad at the same time...

There is a truth in what you write...From what I have analysed it is always the shades of grey which we dont admit are a part of us but which keep surfacing like ego, ethical borderlines etc..

Keep going.
post said…
oh man, what a great ending!
L said…
reminds of my first year at engg.. when losing ur slippers outside the computer centre was a normal phenomena. Had developed strange places to hide shoes back then....!!
apu said…
oh my god! oh my GOD! thats what i said when i read this :-)) Too cool...
Ysmustudent said…
never happened to me at church... Once I had been to Meenakshi Amman temple though..and there..
Phoenix said…
Good one...I guess "slippers" and "temple" can be replaced with anything else and the story will still hold true...

Think you have told a great philosophy in a simple way :)
Raga said…
Standing outside the teomple and fretting over stolen slippers is all correct. But looking for a matching pair (out of the others remainings) is stretching things a bit too much! I myself have lost my slippers. That has never made me think of stealing others shoes. Is this "middle class mentality" or have I always lived in the ideal world!
WA said…
Sounded so much like my cycle story, I walked around refusing to believe no one would want to steal my rusty old bike. Apart from the last sentence though :) I bought myself another one instead.
lol... i like the way u write...well said!
mitr_bayarea said…
nice one..this one is a lot difefrent from the usual ones that you've written in the past....
Chanakya said…
You are a Killer!
Anonymous said…
Uh, This QT (probably because of the last sentence) doesn't quite hit home like your other ones do.
ekantha said…
You know what's more fun than choosing different shoes. Going to a place that is giving away its lost property and picking up things that meant something to someone else. Lost and found boxes are truly great places to shop.I think that's why the concept of vintage shops work so well.
ShiningIndian said…
So, you will give away your principles for a loss of slipper, Is it so?
Anonymous said…
i have done this

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