These days, you can't measure fame by the columns that are written about one
These days, you can't measure fame by the columns that are written about one. You can't gauge fame by the number of security guards one has. And you definitely can't tell how famous one is, by the number of party invites, paparazzi clicks, screaming fans, google hits or Page Three appearances one has to their credit.
Nowadays, if you haven't had a shoe thrown at you, well then, you're a nobody, a zero, a nada, a nix, a John Smith, a cockroach on the wall of anonymity.
Overheard at a certain Colaba cocktail, one anemic artist's muse was heard plaintively asking whether she could choose the brand of shoe that was thrown at her. God forsakes a Bata heel hitting her temple she would only settle for a blue Blahnik. On the other side of the-climbing-the-shoe-social-ladder-scale, a certain South Indian Vice President of a multinational export firm that has offices in Chennai, Chingelpet and China, was caught networking over his curd rice with a certain public relations company. "A sole striking me is the only thing that would warm my soul", he was quoted as saying.u00a0u00a0u00a0
In the flurry of new magazines and newer channels being launched, a certain reality show is heard to be in the making. Modelled on Big Boss, a camera placed in a certain house follows the utter humiliation of people who have never had a shoe show. Special Guest Appearances include people who are currently handling the travails of the After Shoe Experience.u00a0
Intellectual arguments now revolve around whether a flip flop or a floater would shoo in, when au00a0 genuine, Real McCoy leather Oxford wasn't at hand.
The jury is still out. Someone throw a shoe at them.u00a0
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