I hereby declare my return to the blogging world after almost a month. Past one month has been crazy, at work and as well at home. Project deliverables, a trip to Goa, some more deliverables, recruitment at NSIT, Rakshabandhan...you can get an idea of how busy I have been for the past 30 days or so. Anyway, getting back to the topic at hand. This post is a detailed account of something that happened during my trip to Goa, which catapulted me to instant fame in the office. Well, not exactly me, but one of my accessories. I know the post is quite delayed, as I have been harping about this incident to anyone who would hear, ever since I got back. But, what to do, I am a busy body.
Coming back to the main subject, the post has been titled 'A Cinderella Story' because it involves an ordinary girl, a pair of pretty stilettos belonging to her, and what all happens one day at 12 midnight. As you all might have guessed by now, the ordinary girl is yours truly, and the pretty stilettos are a pair of really smart and comfortable party shoes I have. I know the suspense is building up regarding the events that took place at 12 AM. But, for you to understand them fully, I need to rewind a little bit, starting with telling everyone the reason why I was in Goa.
Our company had taken all the employees for a three day leisure trip to Goa, from 6 to 8 August, to celebrate a successful year. So, we arrived in Goa at around two in the afternoon, and reached our resort one and a half hour after that. A party was held on the night of our arrival, complete with a DJ, alcohol, snacks, and lots of food. I assume everybody knows that I absolutely love dancing. By dancing I do not mean giving solo performances or stuff (I would die of nervousness and the audience would die of boredom and being witness to some ridiculous dancing..:P). I like dancing when there's a DJ and a crowded floor, so that I am not the center of attention and can groove to the beats of the music without the fear of anyone noticing me. That's exactly what was happening on the party too. I arrived at 9 PM, and without giving any thought to food or drinks I was instantly on the dance floor, dancing away non-stop for nearly three hours. At around 11.45 PM, I realized that due to continuous dancing and jumping while wearing heels, my feet had ulcers, which were hurting a lot. So, I stepped off the floor for 30 seconds, quickly removed my shoes and resumed dancing.
At precisely 12 AM, I heard my name being called loudly. Everyone on the floor had stopped dancing suddenly and I felt some people nudging me and forcing me look towards my right. As I looked up, there I saw, in the middle of a crowd of over 50 drunk and sweaty dancers, my left shoe held high in someones hand. Guys and girls who had seen me remove my shoes were shrieking loudly and asking me in excited tones, "That's your shoe na??? Oh My God..WOW!!!!" On the other hand, I was unable to understand their excitement, and was extremely irritated by the fact that some employee, after being drunk, found it amusing to dance with my shoe. As I made my way through the swaying and stinking crowd and came face to face with the one who was dancing enthusiastically with my shoe, oblivious to the stares of everyone around him, I could not believe my eyes. He was the MANAGING DIRECTOR of my company!!! The very prim and proper, dignified and sophisticated boss!!! Here he was, in front of me, obviously sloshed, dancing, then staggering, and trying not to fall off the dance floor. Before I could come to terms with the scene in front of my eyes, he started doing something else. He went from person to person, started dancing with them, and then hit them on their head with the shoe. The people, being loyal employees, laughed, enjoyed and took immense pride in the fact that the boss was hitting them with a dirty shoe, right on the top of their heads.
After 15 minutes of drama, he finally let go my shoe. In reality, he threw it away somewhere in the room, and only my friend was able to find it for me. After that night, I, along with my shoes, became a sort of celebrity. Wherever I went, people would start asking me about the incident and then ask for a peep at the extremely priveledged shoe, which was touched by the MD himself..:). Even back in office, it took a long time for the story to die down. I suddenly became popular in a very unconventional way. But, I have no complaints, since I got my fifteen minutes of fame because of my shoes..:) In respect to the shoes, I keep them wrapped up in a special cloth and wear them on very very special occasions.
Moral of the story: Take spacial care of your shoes. You never know when they might make you famous.
Ciao..
