Mr. Cobbler, where art thou?

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Mr. Cobbler, where art thou?

When was the last time you visited a cobbler? I don’t know for others but for me it has been a long, very long time. I don’t even remember when that was. Yes! When you become a cobbler yourself than it is a different thing, having said that I cannot stitch the entire shoes, I can just repair some small stuff.
This afternoon when I was getting ready for office, my only formal shoes decided to give up on me. Just like everything else in my life, this one also decided to quit on me. Come on man, you are the only one I have, I told him. He was like “till how long are you going to drag me? Buy another one” now that was rude. Coming from my only shoe friend with whom I have always come to office. I guess it is time that I bring him a companion so that I can give him some rest. It took me about 30 minutes to console my friend to come with me. He agreed saying that “first take me to a cobbler, I need a makeover.” I said, that is exactly what we are going to do.
We step out of the house and started searching for the first cobbler that we could see. To our surprise, we could not find anyone. We just could not find any cobbler in the vicinity. We drove for about an hour searching for a God damn cobbler. There was one last place, which I knew that it existed, but that was about 8 years ago. Anyways, we decided to go there and check. Damn, that place was a mobile phone shop now. Where in the world do I find a cobbler now? So I asked one dude. He looked at me as if I was from a different planet. His reaction was like “dude there are no cobblers anymore.”
My shoe friend and I decided to cancel the makeover for now and started driving toward office. On the way, I was thinking about where the hell the cobbler can be. Is it a fact that they don’t exist anymore? And if they don’t then why? The only answer that I could find was the economy.
The expendable income of people has increased so much that people do not repair things now. They just buy a new one. Above that, the repair cost is so much that it is almost equal to getting a new one. So why would anyone spend that much money on repairing when he can get a new one for the same price?
So, my true old shoe friend, I think it is time for you to go. Yet you will have to be with me for some more time since I don’t have the money to buy another one. So bear with me for some more time. In the meantime, if I find the elusive Mr.Cobbler, I will take you to him. Fine?
Mr.Cobbler, I am coming to find you.
-PEACE-

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