my shoe journal

My journey started at the Bandra outfit of FDDI, did a short basic course and soon landed a job of a 'designer' at KAN Accessorise. Thanks to my teachers of forensic science!

At KAN as every fresher I learnt a lot and just absorbed all like a piece of sponge. My boss, was a great woman. I enjoyed a great amount of freedom at KAN. Everything from sourcing material and fittings to pattern cutting, designing, and finishing I saw and learnt at KAN. I even did up the window at one of their stores. But that didn't last for long. And for reasons best known to me, I quit.

Of the million things I learnt at KAN, the most important was that I realised that ethnic, bejewelled women's footwear wasn't my choice of footwear to design. But I sure did some while I was there...it was part of my job.

I'm working currently at a place that is miles away from designing shoes, but it ain't as far away from a part of me.

A huge part of me craves and knows that someday I will have my own line of footwear. Slowly and steadily I will get there. I remind myself each day, 'I won't succeed at something that I don't work for every single day.' Wise words by someone...I think it was Will Smith, not sure though. And I work at my dream everyday. Feels good, real good.

What's with speaker enabled cell phones???

What's with us? Why can't we contain ourselves within worlds of our own. There is such a strong spillover that I can hear the music streaming from your cell phone so loud that it seems like the ear phones have been plugged into my ears.
But what do I see? Your head phones aren't plugged into my ears and it ain't in your ears either.
This is the tech-devil, speaker enabled cell phone, speaker so loud that you could play music from your cell phone for the next drag party you throw or music so loud that your entire dormitory including the girls hostile can groove. Better still, music so loud that a 12 coach train can THUMP to the sound of music.

But I say hold on. This ain't a scene it's a goddamn arms race, and the arms are way strong. Each hand phone is better enabled to blast your head off your shoulders and make you move, with the music. This is a sure hit with the teens who mostly survive on good helping of the beautiful girls. The stack up on these phones is pretty impressive too. You can save loads of music on that little device that it would amaze our heroes of yore.

Well getting to the point, I am here to complain, like most times, about the inconsiderate nuts that put their phones on full blast while travelling. Be it in Buses, or trains or just about any public place where public behaviour is expected. We have lost a sense of being in places that ain't our homes. The sad part is that none of that music is pleasant on the ear...at least not my ears...generally the aunties play some sad old slllllllllllloooow song that doesn't show signs of ending soon. or else the wannabes who discuss the latest 'Seen Paul' track, Sean Paul must be turning in his non-existent grave!

I think it's very annoying to have someone else's choice thrust in your face and the same goes for unasked for music. There are earphones, why can't they use those. I don't fancy listening to someone else's junk so please go burp your music in someone else's ear...
i don't want it no thank you!
We need some serious training for these nincompoops!...
I think the time is right to launch htat finsihing school, wat say Indu?

tick tock tick tock...and this ain't the clock

I've been thinking about this for the longest time. I know what i want, and i know what i should do. And yet i don't know what i want and what i should do. Eeps! I can't be in a mess, not now.
I know for sure that this isn't the job of my dreams, man this ain't even the job I'd want to do in my scariest dreams. But I still come here every morning and write.
Doesn't mean that it's a bad job...it's just that in some way I don't relate to this.

But I know that when I see an airplane in the skies I can only think of myself flying to college, when i look at shoes, i get a tingle all over me. Man! when i even see a suitcase in a store I can pick one which will be large enough to carry my year's supply of clothes and essentials when I'll be at LCF.
It's been real long since I've be this focussed and I like it.

I think I want to document all that I will be doing this time on my dream. I want to work hard and work hard each day on this. I want to work hard so at the end, if I don't achieve what I set out to get, I won't feel that I didn't give it my all or if I do get what I wanted it'll taste real sweet!

I've always been crazy about shoes like most girlie's. I'd always make sure that my shoes matched the rest of my clothes. I'd shop for shoes, keeping in mind the different ways that I dress up. But my entrepreneurial twist came when my brother told me that it would be more afforadable, if I made me own shoes, considering the number of shoes I buy and the money that my Mom spent on it for me. My single eyebrow perked up and the idea bulb came on! Why not I said???shoes???

I started off at a franchise of FDDI in Bandra all thanks to a friend who knew about it. Did a basic course in footwear designing and new from day one, that this isn't boring at all.

CID needs a thrashing

I've wondered how to vent my frustration about this particular issue for a while now. But as you must have figured out by now (if you regularly read up on me) that i'm a little challenged sometimes and my head doesn't function as it should. Hence kindly excuse.

There's this serial that is a part of Indian television called CID (which stands for Crime Investigation Department). It is on the lines of CSI and is a good watch...or I would say was a good watch.

When the serial started, about 10 years ago, it concentrated on solving crime; gathering evidence, processing it and finally finding the the perpetrator. Though the procedure was quite rural and not all sensible procedure was followed it was good. It was one of the first serials to have included forensic examination as part of crime solving technique.

But over the years i feel the production team has lost its mind. Instead of following lead with examples from CSI and similar formats, CID has become more of a laff riot. If i had the chance to express my frustration I'd say...'utter bullshit'

But since its a programme for family audience i will steer away from use slang.

Following the foot steps of the many inane soap sagas on television, CID has ended up being a show where the CID officers ridicule each other and don't let a chance to put the other one down. Quite like the vamp's on the idiot box.

It's boiled down to petty fights and loud voices when they need to behave like dignified professionals whose sole aim is to ensure that the city sleeps well and doesn't have criminals roaming the streets.
I've lost my respect for the serial and don't think I'll watch again. They had one true fan who was truly passionate about it and even went ahead to study forensics...
But i guess they don't care about the loss.


Burp! now that this is off my chest...it feels good.