Rajdhani on Heels

Written for Write Tribe Festival of Words Day 3 – Prompt Free write. I missed out on Day 1 and Day 2, but after reading the posts I was tempted to try this one. So at exactly 11:45 pm, I played “Pitbull Get it Started ft Shakira” in the background and kept writing on a topic that came first to my mind.

On a cool wintery evening in Jorhat, I was crossing the road,
hurriedly walking towards my Physics tuition class when suddenly out of
no-where someone somewhere shouted – Saavdhaan (attention). Immediately like a
robot, I stopped. Ask any Army School passout, they can explain how ingrained
this command is in their minds.

It took me a while to realize that I was standing right in
the middle of the road, and few students were literally RORL (rolling on road
laughing) since my walking speed was almost crossing the speed of light.

It was obvious that I, along with my best friend, were known
as the Rajdhani express in school. As soon as we walked out of the class, up
the stairs and all the way to the library, I would see guys and girls, tall,
thin and short, running helter-skelter, clearing our way, just in case we hit
and trample them with our hyperspeed walk-o-nator. It took more than courage
for guys to approach us, as the wind caused by our sudden movements would often
threaten to blow away stick-sized puny humans. One of the hazardous activities
on the notice board was to tempt me with a walk-a-thon.

My college friends would hold my hand to keep the speed in
control. But I would stumble and fall since slow walking felt like a Binding
. My poor legs would beg to be freed, to walk till they hurt, to break
heels and create innumerable holes in my shoe. I must have repaired every footwear
atleast 3 times before the exasperated cobbler would himself offer me to buy me a
new one.

Maybe this is one of the reasons why Tooti chappal syndrome
hits me all the time. Two tubes of fevi-quick are a permanent fixture in my

Time changed, place changed, footwear changed, but seems my inhumane
walk-o-nator is still hell bent on crossing the light barrier, which is a plus
point if you are trying to survive a zombie apocalypse. Else the toll it takes
on your adorable kitten heels is heartbreaking. 

Usually I would be loaded with
4 bags of grocery, along with my handbag when returning from office. My heels
would clack against the cemented pavement while I would be trying my best to
reach home, walking in as lady-like fashion as possible. Next time you hear a
loud click clack storming the road, know that β€œRajdhani on heels” is on her

All images – from Google

47 thoughts on “Rajdhani on Heels

  1. He He He, reminded me of myself, funny and made me reminiscence of the good times at Army school. Even I walk very fast and have to check my self and have skidded many a times.
    Good fun. Thanks Rajdhani Express!!

  2. Haha. I tend to walk fast too. My wife thinks twice before asking me to join her for a stroll in the park. We simply cant match paces πŸ˜›


  3. So Ms Rajdhani oops Rajlaksmi ( πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ just kidding ), that was a fun read πŸ™‚ Even I walk quite fast, and I had to tone down my pace when I became pregnant….you know how they say – itni tez tez mat chalo baccha hai pet main πŸ˜€ πŸ˜€ And since then the pace has been slow. I love walking, and the only leisurely walk I have is at the temples…otherwise it is the tootichappal syndrome for me too πŸ˜€

  4. We had passed thru Jorhat when we toured N.E.
    When I go for a long walk in the evening , all the other walkers manage to over-take me and am left behind. I do not mind. I cannot walk very fast.

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