Why do Women love shoes so much?

Why do women love shoes so much? Why is there a sense of euphoria when we pass by a shoe store? Are there any women out there who have not envied Sarah Jessica Parker's royal blue stilettos in the movie The Sex and the City? Or hoping if one could ever have as many pairs of footwear as our very own Ms Jayalalithaa? To most women, shoes mean much more than covering your feet.
Shoes are ornaments which accentuates the beauty of a lady's feet. Shoes talk a lot about you, your personality. I read somewhere that the first thing a women notices about you are your feet. Your footwear can tell tales of you, if you are the adventurous type, moody, bubbly....well...A close friend of mine who quite interestingly is also my mentor once complained, "I need to be very particular about my footwear whenever I meet you".
Women feel a sense of belonging when they enter a shoe store. Its the "Wow, I am home!" feeling. How many ever pairs they own, their closets have room for just another pair...or is it just another?
It isn't a crazy fetish, Its their basic need. Would it look nice if a women wore a pair of sneakers with a cocktail dress? Yuck!! See, she needs a strappy stilettos or a high pumps which would complement her dress. Do women buy shoes to match their dress or buy dress to match their shoes? If you ask me...its both!!!.
We don't need a reason to buy those . Ask any women what is that envies her about her best friend? Is that her job? her boyfriend? her new pair of skinny jeans? Nooooo...its gotta be shoes.
Women just cant get enough of shoes, even if their closets are full, even if their backs ache, even if it means paying hundreds of bucks for that 6 inch pointed stiletto which could bruise your feet.
Come on, they are worn to enhance style and confidence.
Its a way of making your own personal statement...

If you see a woman with flats, she wants to go easy and relax
If you see a lady with a pointed high heeled shoe, she flaunts her confidence
If you see a woman wearing a flip-flop, she is in a great mood to chill.

Well, well...when there are varieties to choose from, wedges, flip-flops, flats, stilettos, pumps, heels, peep-toes........why not?

Few reasons why women cant resist them
- There are varieties and are cheap.
- Make a personal style statement.
- Cant wear the same old boring black sandals everywhere.
- Fundamental right to choose!!. Do I wear these flats with this pair of jeans or would pumps go better?
- Phew!! cant wear heels every time. So I need another pair..So one more pair!!
- Those peep-toes are in fashion!, I need to get 'em.

So happy Shoe shopping ladies...and guys..now you know why do women love shoes?

The Toothpaste Story

No, I am not talking about the toothpaste history, its ingredients or how its going to protect our teeth. Just some observations that I want to share.
Our pearly white, off-white teeth could be attributed to the different variant of toothpastes available in the market today. Surely customer is the king.
There are toothpastes available to cater depending on individuals oral health. Also based on their age and tastes.
The early toothpaste was invented by Egyptians as early as 3000-3500 BC. Many people in India still use home-made mixtures to clean their teeth - the ingredients range from ash, salt, mud, neem twigs...
About two decades ago, there were mainly 2 prominent brands in India. The earlier toothpaste would come in an aluminum tube, hard to squeeze out. It offered no flavours as we have today.
They started by introducing different colors to the boring white toothpaste later which came in easily squeezable plastic tube. I as a child no longer had to run to my dad to help me squeeze out the paste.

The 90s saw a lot of potential in the oral health market in India.. The market has improved, we see mouth wash, gels, teeth whiteners....You name it and we have it - Salt, Calcium fortified, Herbal, Gels, Flavours targeted for children - fruit flavour, mint, spearmint, peppermint, vanilla, chocolate, animation characters....Toothpastes specific to fight plaque, tartar, fight against cavity, for long lasting fresh breath, for tooth whitening. Each one have their own marketing strategy with an enticing name and a fitting tag line - "Cool blue", Tingly Red", Icy Blast", Oxy rich"..... .
Toothpastes also come with sparkling granular ingredients and few of them are stipred toothpaste which has more than one colored toothpaste.
The boring white paste now comes as a treat to your sleepy eyes with all its colors and tiny sparkling bits of ingredients.

The product which occupied just about 2 shelves in our neighborhood store now occupies an entire section in our super market and it is indeed tough choosing one of them..

I was curious to read the history of the toothpaste. I found a site which also had few interesting facts
http://www.toothpasteworld.com/history.htm
http://www.toothpasteworld.com/facts.htm

The Performer

I am back from my recent trip to Chennai. What I envy about Chennai is its Sea, I miss that in Bangalore. I love the majestic blue water that stretches till the end of the world, touching the sky; the lovely feeling when the pearly wave that crashes my feet as I walk along the waves.
The serene effect that it instills in me and the happiness that I experience out of it.....
As every time, this time too I walked from one popular beach to another one, about 4-5 km, taking in the smell of the sea, the waves, the blue water..the grainy stretch of sand, the distant ship, the clear blue sky with silvery streaks...the people...the cool breeze..oh yes the wooden fishing boats, couples coo chi-cooing, talking sweet-nothings holding hands.....
I took a break and found a wooden boat to sit for some time...It was refreshing to watch the sea, the waves. A street performer came by to make some bucks with his monkey.
The monkey was dressed in a cute red shimmering skirt and a blouse to match. It looked feeble, scared, all it knew was to perform some acts as its owner instructed.
The monkey was tied with a thin iron wire to its neck...he held it tight like a baby, its eyes earnest, as if it had lots and lots to speak, and was searching for a soul who could understand him.

The performer started uttering some verse in a sing-song manner when the monkey started jumping up and down, performing some cute somersaults, its skirt flying... the performer then instructed the monkey to salute, which he did it...I shook hand with the monkey...it was pretty petrified as I held its hand for quite some time...
The performer was happy as i slipped some coins in his hand, the monkey clueless about the happenings, all he knew was his owner was happy. And I continued to walk along the waves.......

My English Teacher

Each one of us carry our childhood memories of the school we went to - from the day 1 of our Pre-KG where it seemed we are pushed away from mom's safe arms. Looking around, seeing every other child cry, things seem scary, to be far away from the familiar faces we know. I can very well remember the day when my mom dropped me on the first day and I sat quiet like a good child until I saw my mom walk away. Seeing other children cry, some unexplainable fear hovering within me and soon I join the cry already reaching the crescendo. Who could forget the last day of our school life bidding tearful farewell to all that we would miss - the everyday morning prayers, the inspections, the class works, home works, the petty fights and the reunions, the cold fear when facing the teacher's cane.......its endless.
One such person who has etched firmly in my memory was my English teacher when I studied in a convent from class 8. You see, I joined newly from a regular English medium to this sophisticated convent. The choice was entirely mine, I wanted to go to this school as most of my friends back in my old school secretly got admitted here. And I knew about it very late after they got into the school. I along with my mom went to the school to check if they admitted any more girls when the classes would start just a week later. To my surprise, I got a seat quite easily, I had heard the admission process was tough. But as luck would have it, I managed to get an entry.
The first day was almost similar to my first Pre-KG day. The girls were all hep, throwing up attitude and for a girl like me, it was tough to adjust. I slowly managed but yet, was coy to get out of my cocoon.
My class teacher was a lady with her trademark stilettos, strict and stern. She had her favorites pick of girls - the one who knew good English, who could talk about the difference between credit cards and debit cards- well 13 years back...Holy Lord!! Where have I got myself into....I always used to dread Ms Clipetty Clop's class (Yeah that was the name I gave her secretly..and will shortly tell how I found this name), 40 minutes of fear of getting insulted in front of the whole class. She also taught us Geography and Economics along with English and Grammar
She used to point out, esp the new joiners, "Her, you; read this paragraph". I would be internally happy whenever by chance the para would be just 2 lines.

Here I go -
"India's education policy..." Wait.. Girls how do you pronounce "EDUCATION"
Me -(Confused look)...
Its E"D" UCATION and not E "JU"CATION....
Well....Awww...I didn't impress my ma'am even today...Sob...sob...

We used to take turns reading up a para each as she explained. So we all knew which paragraph would one be asked to read. I would re-read it so many times in my mind that by the time my turn came, I would have well learnt in by heart.
....In honor of....."
"Wait...Girls....now how do you pronounce "honour"...
Me - once again confused.....
"Its hONOUR, with a silent 'h'..

So when ever my turn came, I was criticized for my pronunciation, for my limited knowledge in English.
One day "Girls, how do you pronounce LOVE." We, in chorus "LOWE"... "No, its not LOWE, its LOVE....bite your Vs...Repeat LOVE..." Wow...we learnt something new.

One day, we were asked to frame sentences, part of our grammar class. the regular direct to indirect, Simple, Compound sentences...awwwwwwwwwwww....I wish I have the power to vanish. One of us were picked to frame a sentence using the word "full"..
A girl framed thus "We ate our stomach full".
Oh no, she would not forget this day of her life, my English teacher scoffed off at our English language. "Girls, what a shame, can anyone of you frame this sentence using correct word?"
Silence.....
She was rather irritated, and after a couple of minutes of rebukes, she framed thus -"We ate our stomach FILL". The girls laughed. "What girls, why do you laugh? this is the correct form. You speak wrong English and laugh at this correct usage?"
I don't know, its worth debating, as to whats the correct usage.

Ma'am always had the habit of scolding us and exclaiming "You should be observant girls!".
"Does anyone know what oil do the English use in their cooking?" A few hands up..
"Yes, you".
"Ma'am its Olive oil". "Good, How do you know Raksha?"
I saw it on one of the cookery shows on Star TV".
"Excellent!, See that's why I say it helps to be observant".

Well...................

She would encourage us to learn new words and apply them in our conversation. But the method she used was terrible. It used to be always insults, rebukes, leaving one teary-eyed. And madam could never accept the fact that anyone else outside her favorite group of girls could come up with a right answer.

A Fill up the blanks question in our Mid term English paper "God is all powerful, he is ______________" (Fill in with a synonym)
None of us could answer this.
Ma'am while distributing paper. "None of you could come up with a correct answer. Sinu, you too, you have disappointed me!!" (As if, she was a master in English language)
"Girls, its Omnipotent"

Well, we all immediately take our Oxford English Dictionary out and search for its meaning. Few things that were mandatory in her class was the English dictionary and the Atlas.

Once she randomly picked up few girls, probably whom she felt were weak in reading the poem and made us all read a poem - rather a ballad.
When all started "Stop it girls, Its so disgusting! Why do you read it in a sing-song manner? Read as if you are reading a ballad, observe the punctuations, the comma and read it accordingly, give enough time for the sentence before starting the next one"...Phew!!!

But the one that hit me hard was when she asked me "What is the calorific need of an average Indian child as compared to an American child?"
This was because I was selected to represent in annual Quiz competition from my house which she was in charge. I was chosen against her nominee as the girl couldn't crack a couple of quiz questions as part of preliminary round and that disapproved her.
I could not answer the question.. She spook fire "Is this your preparation for the quiz competition? On what basis did they select you?" This was enough for me to break down

Anyways, couple of things that has changed probably many of her students....
She insisted that
1. We pick unfamiliar words from each prose in our English textbook and learn its meaning, apply it in our day to day conversation.
2. To be observant as it might teach us lot of things.

These two things made a drastic difference in my life. Even though her words were as sharp as a double-edged sword, even though she insulted and made me break down in front of the whole class, she inculcated a habit that has brought me a long way. Since then, I have been observant always to the minutest of the detail and have been learning every day, not only new words, but unknown things to me.

I thank her each day for her initiatives, those that made me improve my personality, my observation to details, at the same time cant forget her bitterness that she had towards me....Yet She was my English teacher.

My hard luck with Ennai Kathrikai

One of my favorites from my mom's kitchen is Ennai Kathrikai. For the uninitiated, it is a simple and tasty Tamil vegetarian curry. It literally translates to "Oliy Brinjal/Eggplant". This brinjal curry is made with extra oil than that is normally used in a sambhar.
A whole brinjal smeared with the masala dripping oil....wow its a heavenly taste.
I would stay hungry all day..no matter hot tough it would be to stay without eating, just to eat mom's preparation.
But as luck would have it, each time, yes each time out of the innumerable times I have tasted this preparation at home; I have ended up being unlucky in savoring the curry. Let me tell why.
Ennai kathrikai at home is always eaten with hot steamy rice. I would scoop out a spoon of ennai kathrikai and also some gravy, mix it well and start feeling the heaven, I mean relish it with a sense of gratitude to my mom for preparing it.
I am a fuzzy eater, if that's what it is. The habit of segregating curry leaves, onions to the side of the plate always make my eyes rove around for "non-eatable" particles.....Well...no offense here..
Don't know for what reason, mustard, curry leaves have always been in the list of "non-eatable" for me. Also Holy Lord, the onions..they are the UNTOUCHABLES.....
so in this process, I always end up finding...guess what??
A WORM :-(.
Oh yes.....I always find a worm somehow having escaped the cleaning process in brinjal(They remain unnoticed as the brinjal are just slit into 4 in this preparation). I have found them in varying sizes, to fully grown 1 and 1/2 inch ones(yuck!!!! I can still visualize that in my plate) to tiny ones....
I am a strict Lacto-ovo-vegetarian. so worms are a big NO-NO for me :-D.
But why me? Why do I get a wormy ennai kathrikai always???
the next thing I would do is to throw away the entire heap of rice and remain hungry......My dream of savoring Ennai Kathrikai and finishing off the entire plateful of rice still remains a dream.....
Hopefully I would be able to live my dream...

Karthik and his Tea cup

With due respect and credit to my dear friend Karthik...a.k.a gopalakk....I am sharing a "not-so-Karthik" type tit-bit.
Gopalakk was his login name in the organization we worked...and it was easier for us to address him that way. He comes across as a calm, charming, down-to-earth person, very sweet..hmm Mr Perfect(He had a neat and organized desktop), very prompt in updating instant messenger status as "Away for tea" or "Away for lunch" as he leaves his cube.
And always follows the English grammar etiquette even on chats.....begins every sentence with Capitals...
But he had a not-so-Karthik type habit. Well, there's always some amount of freakishness in each one of us. Likewise Mr Perfect had one too.
What would you do with your Tea Cup; after having enjoyed your fresh dip-tea? Ok...assuming that we have a fair idea about Karthik, what would anyone expect Karthik to do with his tea cup after he has finished his tea? Most of them would agree if I say we expect him to promptly dispose the tea bag and wash his cup dry....But Karthik...Well........The first time he shocked me...
He leaves the tea cup with the tea bag in on his table and lets it nurture growth - a greenish blusish haze being developed around the tea bag.
The chap had 2 tea cups which would take turns in nurturing growth....He and his dirty tea cup.
He says he makes his tea the same way even now..and its tasty!! and has offered me to taste it. For heaven's sake he is far away in the States...and I am saved. I cant comment as I have not tasted his tea, yet this is gopalakk for you....:-)

English in its interesting form in India

English has invaded common man's life...and how? Its in a way that one does not realize it. Here, in Bangalore, every other bus conductor uses the phrase "Old daene" to notify that the bus driver is supposed to halt the bus for a while. Well,...if you are wondering what is this "Old daene".... Its English!!. Its "HOLD ON". The phrase is pronounced as Old daene. Well, the concept of Bus
Conductors was borrowed from British rule in India.
Coming back to our English phrase, the conductor would use this phrase hundreds of time day in and day out, oblivious to its meaning and more interestingly the language - English.
He would never give a thought to its origin, all he knows is that he has to use the phrase to communicate to the driver that the bus needs to stop for a while.
Similarly "right" short version for "all right" in its adjective form is used to notify the driver taht he can continue(he could now move on)
Such use of English words is part of everyone's life in India, very well blended to suit vernacular language.
Certain English words are used by locals to denote an object..if i can describe it this way, blended perfectly and used as a local language. For eg. it is common for people to call "table salt" as "salt uppu" - denoting free-flowing salt as opposed to rock salt.
Notable here is the term "salt uppu" which translates as "salt salt" as "uppu" in south Indian languages mean salt in English.
In certain remote villages in coastal part of South West India - where fishing is primary occupation, "Nylon rope" is used as a noun to denote fishing nets/ropes. Here "Nylon rope" is something like a brand.
Sometime back when I traveled to Chennai, I visited the beach. I was sitting on the shore, surrounded by hawkers, tourists. One of the hawker was selling packaged water. He was calling out thus "Water-packet thanni" "Thanni"in Tamil means water. Now this literally translates to "Water-packet water"!!! But "Water-packet thanni" for him and for many others its Water packaged in a plastic packet.
Likewise lot of English words are wrongly used to convey something when it means something else. Oblivious again. The word "personality" is used wrongly in place of "physique".
English is used in a variety of interesting forms, but what matters is the message getting conveyed. And yes thats not an issue..