Hurray! she's given me a job to do!
I came across a unique job profile – picking on people’s shoes! Some people do this for a living. When you live in a country where formal wear for women is not defined and people wear bright sequined georgettes to office accentuating it with chandelier earrings, a truck load of bangles and party slippers , you cannot expect them to extend the same analogy to a pair of shoes that is neither strictly formal nor conspicuously sneakers. It would turn out to be a bone of contention, a breach of office policy, a situation that would warrant stepping into a meeting room with one’s manager. In short, ideal use of one’s billable 8 hours and office infrastructure!

Ranting...
I don’t want to ponder about life, I don’t want to analyse its pointlessness, I don’t want to delve into the reasoning behind relationships and deliberate upon inconclusive arguments. I don’t “wanna be” the best, the worst or the mediocre.
I don’t want to think beyond what is necessary because it then renders doing and experiencing redundant.
All around me I see people caught in this game of analyzing life. Whatever their reasons might be for embarking on it, I m out of it. I cant conjure up new facets and dimensions and concoct a new take on life and let it massage my ego for a while, become intolerant little by little and finally feel impervious and disinterested. I don’t want to fall into that trap again. I give up on analyzing, forecast, trend analysis and implication drawing. Hereon it ll be done only in my work not outside of it.

What I like is to be sure of what I feel. No more ambiguities and idle speculations. I want to have only yes or no answers. No mood swings. I am not a seven year old and I am not gonna be moody. It s weird to be that at this age.