One day I was sitting with a functional joint director of DAVP its a publication cum advertisement cum mass media department under government of India. I realised our Indian press should learn from these chaps as they either put bloody hanuman ka chalisa or some other bullshit item on public utility bills or simply spoil it with other bloody Orissa mind set up and the like. I remember Dad had his first bike as some rajdoot , the points in Dad's consideration were its reliability and less prone to punctures. I remember Dad was not happy with too frequent punctures as his area of activity was studded with very strong spicules of acacia arabica. Love these natural kneels are so strong it literally go straight through the tires. Dad often asked me wear some good shoes or juti as chappal were not sufficient to keep away their sudden pick up. I did try one such juti - its a punjabi style shoe but not your way of things around, very strong rustic with very strong base and boundaries that drives away the penetrating part of the spicules. But these have a inbuilt flip flop of hurting your feet if not properly finished with say mustard oil. It has some stink too. I remember Dad was very happy when I wore this sort of shoes may be Dad saw in it a love towards me.
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