Initially, I had apprehensions about going to Darya Ganj today. With the Delhi Half-Marathon passing by Ambedkar Stadium, there was a possibility that the market would be shut. Fortunately, that was not the case. After a crazy and late night, I spent the morning co-ordinating both the trip to Darya Ganj and passes for the concert at Mirage, tonight. At the end of it, only Jai and I were able to make it to Darya Ganj. Some were supposedly running the marathon. (Really?) Others were bogged down by work and car repairs. Well, I had a great time looking through books, though it was becoming inordinately hot. Jai seemed to have enjoyed the browsing too. We talked primarily about writers, writing and books. Surprisingly, not about Cricket. My purchases:
Isaac Asimov: Foundation and the Empire and Foundation’s Edge
J.D. Salinger: None Stories
Hemingway: The Wild Years (73 articles by Hemingway)
Bohumi Hrabal: The Death of Mr. Baltisberger, and
Woody Allen: Side Effects
So, I didn’t buy 20. *grin*
I’ve noticed that my posts have now become boring. In order to put an end to all this sense, I’m hereby requesting you to ask me questions on the lines of ‘why did the chicken cross the goat?’ and ‘If you make hay while the sun shines, what do you do when it rains?’.