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Thursday, September 23, 2004

Wrinkled shirts and squeaky shoes

I cant help it. How can I go to the istriwala after I come back at 10 in the night? And no way, I can go to his shop in the morning. I could have gone to office with the shirt which I was wearing yesterday. But then I played TT yesterday. I sniffed the shirt and it smelt. Why did I play TT? I should have exercised restrain as Lech did the day before. Dont play TT, if you dont have an ironed shirt for the next day. But then whats the problem in wearing a wrinkled shirt. It is definitely better than wearing the same shirt twice, as I have done on numerous occassions before(eventhough this is Bangalore and not Bombay). Also, I have noticed one thing.
Wear the wrinkled shirt for an hour and it looks as good as a ironed shirt which has been on you for an hour. This is indeed a great discovery. When I was washing my face in the restroom I really couldnt tell looking at my shirt that it was not ironed!!!

The other problem is/was ofcourse the squeaking leather shoes. They have started squeaking like authentic pure leather chappals. But the reason why they are squeaking is known only to me. My left shoe has 2 holes in it. Thanks to the "Water Bond Macadam". Bangalore Municipal Corp will never improve and they will pour metal(khadi) every month to level the road. they cant even tar it. And even the two bata shops which I visited were sick. Both had less than 10 models of shoes and they had an inch thick layer of dust on them. One shopkeeper told me that it was because " mera dukaan raste pe hai na". Nice reason Sir. So which means that I will have to go to Jayanagar to buy shoes. Which means, i will have to wait for a few more weaks. Till then let my shoes squeak....they remind me of the shoes I must be having when I was a year and half old.

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