After A Visit To The Book Fair...

I have 8 new books to add to my Guilt Trip. (Refer to previous post.) >grin<

1. Tender Is The Night - F. Scott Fitzgerald
2. A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess (I've already read this, but I bought it today because it was being sold for half the price!)
3. India - Shashi Tharoor (The man's writing is just unbelievably good. And you know what else? He oozes charisma!)
4. Magic Seeds - V S Naipaul
5. Mojar Golpo (A collection of stories by writers like Bankimchandra, Tagore, and others- I have made up my mind to read more Bengali.)
6. Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman - Haruki Murakami (I have been wanting to try his stuff for a while, finally got around to buying a book.)
7. The World According To Bertie - Alexander McCall Smith
8. Twelve Red Herrings - Jeffrey Archer (Again, have read this, but ages back, hence have forgotten most of the stories. Also, someone whacked my copy- so I bought it again.)

And the saddest thing is- what with texts to read for college, I won't be able to touch these anytime soon. >wails<

I'm feeling a little guilty....

Because there is a substantial stack of books lying around that have piled up, and are waiting to be read. I have been promising myself that I shall get around to them soon, but that 'soon' remains a little speck, distant on the horizon.

I shall start by finishing The Picture Of Dorian Gray and Aaron's Rod (>sigh<), and then, hopefully, get to Fury (Salman Rushdie).

It seems all I do nowadays is cook. Made chicken flavoured with coconut milk and dry red chillis the other day, pasta this afternoon, and in the evening- a chocolate-coffee cake, flavoured with cinnamon. Cooking's one of the only things that makes sense to me anymore, and it's wonderful how much better it makes me feel- about life and just about everything else.

Guppy's here for the weekend, and as usual, he's making us all split our sides with laughter with his antics and constant witticisms. I'll be sorry to see him go- he leaves tomorrow.

Pickles has been unnaturally friendly off late, coming and purring on my stomach, leaping into my lap, and even following me about the house. She's such a cute little cat- so furry and so soft. I found this picture of her and myself, (taken a few weeks back) in one of my picture folders. It's one of my favourites. >grin<

I'd been feeling pretty low this week, having to deal with the pain of memories and the realisation that some people have shocking double standards. But I'm dealing with it, and I know I'll be all right. I have my family and friends. I have my cats. I have music. I have cooking. Heck, I even have my Levi's Jeans!
Yes, I'll be okay. >grin<

Life.

Things I have learnt:

1. Nobody's perfect, but then again, perfection is a matter of perspective.
2. People change.
3. Therefore, the perceptions of perfection, too, must change.

It's such a crazy, messed up world we live in, but yet so wonderful, with its depth of emotion and human relationships. But at times, I feel like I could do without it all, I want to get away from all the feelings, the pain, the memories, and the strange sense of emptiness I feel sometimes nowadays.
*sigh*

And The 4th Semester Starts...

This semester, I have Augustan Literature- which hopefully should be good. So far, we've just had lectures on the Art and Philosophy during that period, but I'm looking forward to the rest of it. And there's Novel and Modernity, as well. The first novel we'll be studying is Aaron's Rod, the title of which sounds really perverted. (Don't accuse ME of having a dirty mind, Rukmini came up with this!) *grin*
And then there's Film Studies too, which promises to be interesting.
Hopefully this will be a good semester, better than the last, at least, which totally blew. Old and Middle English- the less said, the better. I hope to take this semester a little more seriously...
Yes yes, you can burst into laughter now.
It's lovely being back at Jude. There's a strange sense of comfort that I've gotten used to. It whispers to me from the Ledge, it's in the air at Worldview, and I can feel it in class. College is passing by much too quickly. It's the 4th Semester already. *sigh*
Note to self: Enjoy every moment while I can.

A Moment Of Happiness.

There are moments when I feel depressed. There are moments when I feel let-down.
There are moments when I feel terribly alone.
And then, there are moments when I feel just happy. Happy to be myself, happy to have certain friends, happy to have certain people in my life, and happy that life's just the way it is.
Right now, I'm listening to Van Morrison's "A Whiter Shade Of Pale", and drinking apple juice. My cat's purring on my lap. Right now, I couldn't ask for anything more.
Right now, I'm happy.