Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts
Showing posts with label confidence. Show all posts

Monday, February 10, 2025

My feet...My Shoes!


They were meeting for the first time. It was a blind date, her friend had set up. She was tensed and fidgety. Before looking at his face, his Jhony Bravo like smile and physique she looked at his shoes. They said “Woodland” with a tree like woodland logo, the ranger make of those shoes made her contemplate he might be adventurous. They looked at each other with unmitigated expressions and she said in a soft tone “You like travelling?” He smiled and said 27 states, 8 countries…I love to travel. Relaxed, she could now converse for an hour about travel, food, traveling agents and the like. And then with a wry smile and a virtual tap on her shoulder, she wondered – “What a guess ;)”


Noticing and observing the shoes of people when you come face to face seems to be just a stupid and a peculiar rather a strange habit but it definitely makes you understand the “type” of person he/she is. Not trying to be judgmental here but it really helps. Shoes teach us a lot…read through what I write and you will understand how we can categorize and fathom people on the basis of their shoes.

To my dear (angrezi phoruner phriends) foreigner friends I mean – The word for slippers in Hindi is “Chappal”. That’s how we address shoes in India. But as a girl in her twenties I have explored, been obsessed with and collected a lot of shoes …a few I know of are -

Stiletto Heels, Kitten Heels, Cone Heels, Bellies, Prism Heels, Pumps, Spool Heels, Wedges, Sling backs, Flats, Sneakers (low top/ High Top), Clogs, Espadrilles, Marie Jane Shoes, Ballet Flats, Mules, Boots, Platform Heels, Athletic/ sports/ running/track/tennis/walking/gyming shoes, Beach shoes, Monk straps, Wingtip shoes, Galoshes, Pointes, Sandals, Slides, Mukluks, Flip Flops, Moccasins, Cleats, Kamiks, gladiators, Tap shoes, Saddle shoes, Open Toes Shoes, Indian Variety - Kolapuris, Canvas Shoes, Punjabi jutti, Beeded with glitter and flowers and fruits and colorful candy etc., Morris, Oshos, khussa shoes, gliders, Juttis etc (phewwww)

You can accurately judge a person just by looking at their shoes, psychologists say. Researchers at the University of Kansas found that people were able to correctly judge a stranger's age, gender, income, political affiliation, emotional and other important personality traits just by looking at the person's shoes. Lead researcher Omri Gillath found that by examining the style, cost, color of condition of the shoe, participants were able to guess about 90 percent of the of the owner's personal characteristics.

So I am certainly NOT wrong here. But what if the person is wearing some one else’s shoes? Wouldn’t that be a little unfair? The whole concept on one hand sounds too judgmental, but on the other hand, people do wear shoes that reveal their personality, whether they intend to or not.

Expensive shoes belong to high earners (predictable). Flashy and colorful footwear belonged to extroverts and shoes that were not new but appeared to be spotless belonged to conscientious types.

While some of the clues like the ones already described were obvious, other clues are more surprising.

Practical and functional shoes generally belong to agreeable people (I have always seen my Mom and Grandmother in DR Scholl’s). Ankle boots fit with more aggressive personalities and uncomfortable looking shoes were worn by calm personalities.

Shoes serve a practical purpose, and also serve as nonverbal cues with symbolic messages. Quite a lot of people tend to pay attention to the shoes they and others wear. "Shoes have great variety of styles, brands, looks, and functions. Because of this variety, shoes can carry individual difference information, but do they? I suggest the answer is yes and so does researchers.

However, psychologists noted that rarely some people will purposely choose shoes just to convey a certain public image that is different from their real personality. So there, I rest my case my lord.

According to me, shoes can be related to human lives, in a psychological way. The size of the shoe remains the same after a certain age, like the inner you, the beautiful girl/ handsome boy in you, the child in you, the flirt in you. The innocence that remains in you throughout your life, whereas the make, color, brand, taste, comfort and appearance changes. If the shoe does not fit, we do not change the foot. A shoe that is too large is apt to trip one, and when too small, to pinch the feet. The silliest thing is to get expensive baby shoes, because as the baby grows the shoe is doomed to be wasted, and if you still linger upon them, it gives blisters (shoe bites). The same situation when you have a high ego, if you still have it, it will give you blisters (bites that leave a deep mark). I have a cousin who is in school, his shoes are worn out, every now and then and my aunt happily says – “these are the days when he would play and grow tall and handsome”. So she gets him shoes from the most expensive brands so that the playful lad could concentrate on his football sessions comfortably. We go to the cobbler with high hopes to get our dearest shoe repaired; the sole can be changed but what about the soul if it were us? Stress disrupts human thinking? I say uncomfortable shoes disrupt human thinking. Ever walked in uncomfortable shoes and then walked on wet grass with bare foot? The feeling is just so incredible. That can be related to an unhappy relationship and then liberation…weeeeee…freedom! Or a nice holiday for a week after concluding your targets at work! Or that pebble in your shoe that irritates you and makes your life miserable, you cannot achieve anything until you shake it off from your shoe and take a deep sigh of relief.

Cinderella wouldn’t find her perfect prince if she hadn’t lost one shoe, not trying to make a point here, to carelessly leave or forget one shoe anywhere (preferably men’s locker room), but it was the shoe in the end, that made her a popular fairy tale heroine. (Really?)

Heard of passion for walking barefoot? Late Mr. Hussain (the Picasso of India) walked barefoot throughout his life, he never wore shoes! Now he wasn’t insane, he wasn’t poor (at all), the abstract paintings had bottomless capacity to make uninterrupted moolah, he was efficacious and tremendously artistic and imaginative…I mean the Richie’s who drive long luxurious cars, live in castles but still crave to earn a 'Hussain' on that exceptional wall. What was the reason for wearing no shoes then? ...He loved the feel of soil. I find that (unhygienic yes) but truly incredible. That’s innocent love…true love I say. Sticking to what feels good which brings that smile to your face.

Shoes teach us a lot, the cheap ones like the negative people the villains in your life who criticize and let you down have to be disposed and the expensive ones (family, friends and peers) have to be worn with extreme care.

Gawking at my shoe stand right now and thinking of accomplishing some more, I would say, it should be never so much about the shoes, but the person wearing them.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Story Time


This is one of those stories that my grandmother told my mother and it passed on to me. It made me realize my worth as a human being or a girl – new age girl that is! This story is an epitome of building self esteem and discovering the “you”!

There was once a cobra named “Heera”. Amongst the entire breed of snakes, Heera was the bravest, fine looking, and handsomest of all. The other cobras envied him for the female cobras lured Heera and wanted him to be with him. He was the prince charming of the cobra clan. Every evening Heera used to hang around with his friends in the fine burrows of the City. He was the gentlest, sensitive, non-violent and humble of all the snakes. His friends mocked and teased him by saying “our heera is a ravishing vegetarian rat” and then they would all laugh about it. He loved the company of his friends, Heera used to laugh with them and pull each other’s leg. Every evening Heera used to enjoy the weather in the city and chat with his friends and then return home late. Heera’s father was a stringent cobra and wanted him to be home till midnight.
Days passed and Heera enjoyed his bachelorhood, checking out other attractive female cobras with his friends, munching, chatting merrily and returning home by mid-night. Months passed now but Heera’s confidence loosened day by day. His friends asked him for his everlasting awful mood and the reason behind his gloominess, but he never told them anything.

Heera’s condition worsened after a few days, his family thought he wasn’t well but the reason could not be found. Meanwhile every day Heera was injured and his wounds were really deep with bleeding scars, cuts and wounds. His friends and family were worried by seeing the abrasions on Heera’s fine body. He never told anybody anything and always came up with some justification or the other by changing the topic of discussion.

One day, Heera was so hurt that he was on the verge of death. His mother swore on him and asked him the reason. Heera started crying like a baby. He couldn't speak. After his mother wrapped him in her arms and asked him the reason again, Heera with tears in his eyes said -“Mumma, I have been the most non violent, gentle and humble snakes in my life. I haven’t caused anybody any harm ever. I care for everybody’s feelings and I do nothing wrong. I care for everybody’s feelings, and have always done the “Right” thing throughout my life. Then why each time when I cross the road the human beings on the road start shouting “”SNAKE SNAKE” and start hitting me with stones? I have no intentions of biting anybody ever then why do they hit me daily? I thought I could talk to them and sort matters out but the moment they look at me they start throwing stones at me till I bleed and act dead. Is being a snake a curse? Am I so bad that people hate me and hit me brutally? But I promise Mom that I have been always at my best behavior and I have not harmed or attacked anybody ever so why do they injure me every day? I pray every night to God saying if I am so worthless, dear God, why did you make me a snake?”

Mummy smiled and answered, she wasn’t worried anymore and knew how to handle poor Heera’s problem. She said- My son, we are the most vicious of all the species. It’s just that human beings are scared of us and they feel insecure that we may bite them. As a practice to self defense they throw stones at us. God has given us fangs for the same purpose. If we let somebody bully us – he will bully us! But if we show them that we are strong enough not to be bullied or taken advantage of then we respect ourselves. Power and Strength are to be used in the most righteous ways. She continued “Son if they don’t know your worth they will hurt you every day”. If you show them your fangs and your value clearly mentioning “I am a snake, I am not to be taken advantage of – Let go off me”, then no one can harm you. I am not telling you to bite them at the same time you are my fine and powerful son who cannot be hit by a human every day. Show them that the snake is never week and powerless”

            Self respect is significant. If we let someone bully us be it our colleague, friend or boss…we are not only falling week but at the same time cordially inviting the other to harm us -

1.      Learn to say NO to things/people who bring you down and crush our feelings.
2.      Remember the one who suffers knowingly is an equal criminal than the one who commits the crime
3.      Domestic violence/ sexual harassment or eve teasing – If not fought against can make him the most powerful bully. Not fighting against injustice or crime or not raising voice for corruption or bully’s is not being gentle, humble or sensitive - It is equally criminal. Standing up for your rights and showing or proving your worth has got nothing to do with education but awareness so that you are not hurt and are taken granted for.

Later that I came to know that my grandmother narrated the interesting version of Swami Vivekananda


Let people say whatever they like, stick to your own convictions, and rest assured, the world will be at your feet. They say, "Have faith in this fellow or that fellow", but I say, "Have faith in yourself first", that's the way. Have faith in yourself -- all power is in you -- be conscious and bring it out. Say, "I can do everything." "Even the poison of a snake is powerless if you can firmly deny it." Beware! No saying "nay", no negative thoughts! Say, "Yea, Yea," "So'ham, So'ham"--"I am He! I am He!" – Swami Vivekananda