Recently, the brain has been quite busy wrapping itself around the book ‘Life, The Universe and Everything’ by Douglas Adams. When I say wrapping itself around, that is a loose word, since the bulk of my reading is conducted in sporadic bursts in the noisiest of places with thousands of people milling around, gently prodding me in the ribs to move on, while somebody looks apologetically as they squeeze their shoes on my feet.
“Sorrreeee!” they smile as they park the foot on mine.
“It’s okaaayyyy!” I respond with a smile struggling through the grimace of pain, and hang on with great resolve in the crowded public transit.
Douglas Adam’s SEP doctrine is interesting. SEP is Somebody Else’s Problem, and we being the self centered goons that we are, anything that is somebody else’s problem we safely ignore, so long as it does not provide one with fodder for thought or comment. We simply go on believing it does not exist. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Somebody_Else’s_Problem
However, today I can proclaim : Thine eyes have seen the glory of SEP. I was determined to see for myself, and when the mind is made up, it sees the SEP.
I was treated to a 180-pounder tender a shrill “Sorreee” as she pinned her pin-point apology on me in this morning. I was tottering along, after the onslaught, musing on masochistic footwear and how otherwise sunny people willingly jam their feet like sausages into the narrow confines of their footwear, when I was rewarded with a sight I would otherwise have missed.
There was a girl in front of me. She was walking as though no problem existed. Only a problem existed. Yes it did. I saw it. I spotted it. You see one of her shoes had heels like this
The other had heels like this.
Chipped. Broken. Gone. Yet, she artificially pumped her broken heel leg up so she could give the illusion of not having a broken heel. I know how hard it must be walking like that, given that I have solid years of practice to back me up in my claims. Credit: Those vast hours of our youth that we spent on noble pursuits (including walking like air-hostesses, which meant walking around on imaginary heels). I don’t know why in our girlish minds, air hostesses were credited with high heels always, but those were the days of the far away dreams of flight – the unattainable for the average middle class Indian. High heels being equally unattainable, the combination must have been the ultimate fodder for our imagination.
I had an inclination to tap the girl on her shoulder and helpfully tell her that her heel was broken. It would have been priceless to see the look on her face, like she did not know. Start the ‘Mystery of the Missing Heel in the Universe’ series what?
7 thoughts on “Mystery of the Missing Heel in the Universe”
Appa !! Ennamanna spotting, Saumya .. 🙂
Seriously, I can’t walk straight even with regular heels. I need a “Mystery of walking with pencil high heels in this Universe.”
Not only you should pointed out her “problem” of missing heel but you should have provided your solution of “plastic bag” shoe 🙂
Shoba…I agree. Some people look okay, but some look miserable and totter along. I feel like asking them – ‘Why?!’
Sri…I forgot about that post. That would be an awesome solution to some one trying so hard to save face!
Hahaha! Superbly written! Truly enjoyed!
Thanks Naren. Truly honoured.
Douglas Adams’ writing is really smart and funny. Too bad he died too soon:-(
Yes Prema I agree….thanks for stopping by.