This was the first time I had ever celebrated Holi. It was very fun. Specially, I loved taking revenge on Harpreet. If only I knew, it would be like this, I would have joined Bhavani and Sujana in the Hostel 5 years ago and have had some practice. Though it was tough to get rid of those pink patches later, the trouble was nothing compared to the time we had. After an hour of violent holy celebration at parking place, I cleaned myself and changed the dress. I was well prepared for the evening.
Nashi called me as I invited her home in the morning. I almost forgot about that until she called me as it was not fixed but was only a vague plan. We planned to meet at Panjagutta. I left at once and went to Odyssey for Anna Karenina, Classic Library Edition. as Kafka's America is finished. A few days before, I made a call to Odyssey to find out if they have the CL edition. It feels good to read in those well bound books in brown covers. That anonymous receiver of my phone call said, they had it in Jubilee Hills branch and he would follow me up when they get it from there. That was a week ago. But I haven't received any call. I have checked it myself. They don't have it. I tried for any of Dostoevsky's and found none. "What! Not even one? Vikrampuri Odyssey is much better than this. They have at least few of Dostoevsky's. They play good music too. The boys at the counter were also obedient and not like this fellow whose is giving me nasty looks every time I squeeze my nose.." I thought.
I went to Himalaya Book Centre. Nashi joined me after sometime. I searched for AK, CL edition. They also don't have it. Then I instantly changed my plan of reading AK and wanted to read Notes from the Underground. But pity me! They also don't have Dostoevsky. Nashi consoled me saying that they might have arranged the books with first name and searched for 'F'. Nashi went to a lady who looked like who knows where everything is and asked for Dostoevsky. After many requests to repeat the spelling, she ran away somewhere completely unmindful of our presence. So we did her work and searched in the catalogue for Dostoevsky with both first and last names. He is nowhere to be found. I hate them all not for only not having Dostoevsky but upon that for having each book of Robin Sharma, John Grey and Sidney Sheldon and so like..
We went back to literature shelf in the corner with disappointment. Then I convinced myself, why do I care if the cover is brown or blue until the letters are always black on white? I picked up an Indian edition of AK and went for a last stroll along the book shelf.
Then Nashi took me little farther from the guy who was browsing at our shelf. She asked me "How is he? Did you like him?"
"What!?" I asked her to repeat though I have heard it clearly.
This is the effect after my mother had a private talk with her. She tried to talk it over, but I refused to listen to anything in this matter. Later, she sent me a very lengthy mail, must have spent at least 2 hours to compose that. But I cruelly left it half-read. That time, I told her that anybody who could appreciate Dostoevsky is fine for me just to escape further counselling. Now I found out, she took it seriously!
She hurried me asking "Tell me, If he is OK for you, I would talk to him.. Quick baby! He would leave."
I said "But he is not looking for Dostoevsky!"
She replied "That I will find out. See, he is there and I think he will mostly pick up Tolstoy first and know about Dostoevsky and appreciate him like you did".
"That's very less probable! he is not even picking up Tolstoy. Let's get out from here before you make me embarrassed." I sighed at her.
We took 49M and got down at Patny. Then she asked me something I am afraid of what she would ask me someday. Because two of my close friends have already caught me at it. I am happy for she asked me that. Of course, friends are the real mind spoilers at it, but I longed to be happily spoiled.
PS: Title means a network which spreads secrets and personal status of a concerned person to the whole world. (ade telugulo.. Gaali vaartha antaaru kadaa..) With this network, Nashi and me hoped for a day when everybody knows Dostoevsky better than Chetan Bhagath.
Nashi called me as I invited her home in the morning. I almost forgot about that until she called me as it was not fixed but was only a vague plan. We planned to meet at Panjagutta. I left at once and went to Odyssey for Anna Karenina, Classic Library Edition. as Kafka's America is finished. A few days before, I made a call to Odyssey to find out if they have the CL edition. It feels good to read in those well bound books in brown covers. That anonymous receiver of my phone call said, they had it in Jubilee Hills branch and he would follow me up when they get it from there. That was a week ago. But I haven't received any call. I have checked it myself. They don't have it. I tried for any of Dostoevsky's and found none. "What! Not even one? Vikrampuri Odyssey is much better than this. They have at least few of Dostoevsky's. They play good music too. The boys at the counter were also obedient and not like this fellow whose is giving me nasty looks every time I squeeze my nose.." I thought.
I went to Himalaya Book Centre. Nashi joined me after sometime. I searched for AK, CL edition. They also don't have it. Then I instantly changed my plan of reading AK and wanted to read Notes from the Underground. But pity me! They also don't have Dostoevsky. Nashi consoled me saying that they might have arranged the books with first name and searched for 'F'. Nashi went to a lady who looked like who knows where everything is and asked for Dostoevsky. After many requests to repeat the spelling, she ran away somewhere completely unmindful of our presence. So we did her work and searched in the catalogue for Dostoevsky with both first and last names. He is nowhere to be found. I hate them all not for only not having Dostoevsky but upon that for having each book of Robin Sharma, John Grey and Sidney Sheldon and so like..
We went back to literature shelf in the corner with disappointment. Then I convinced myself, why do I care if the cover is brown or blue until the letters are always black on white? I picked up an Indian edition of AK and went for a last stroll along the book shelf.
Then Nashi took me little farther from the guy who was browsing at our shelf. She asked me "How is he? Did you like him?"
"What!?" I asked her to repeat though I have heard it clearly.
This is the effect after my mother had a private talk with her. She tried to talk it over, but I refused to listen to anything in this matter. Later, she sent me a very lengthy mail, must have spent at least 2 hours to compose that. But I cruelly left it half-read. That time, I told her that anybody who could appreciate Dostoevsky is fine for me just to escape further counselling. Now I found out, she took it seriously!
She hurried me asking "Tell me, If he is OK for you, I would talk to him.. Quick baby! He would leave."
I said "But he is not looking for Dostoevsky!"
She replied "That I will find out. See, he is there and I think he will mostly pick up Tolstoy first and know about Dostoevsky and appreciate him like you did".
"That's very less probable! he is not even picking up Tolstoy. Let's get out from here before you make me embarrassed." I sighed at her.
We took 49M and got down at Patny. Then she asked me something I am afraid of what she would ask me someday. Because two of my close friends have already caught me at it. I am happy for she asked me that. Of course, friends are the real mind spoilers at it, but I longed to be happily spoiled.
PS: Title means a network which spreads secrets and personal status of a concerned person to the whole world. (ade telugulo.. Gaali vaartha antaaru kadaa..) With this network, Nashi and me hoped for a day when everybody knows Dostoevsky better than Chetan Bhagath.
2 comments:
Its not jst after my conv vth aunt, though I am stressin it too much after the conv. And sweetie I dont think you want Uncle to read that mail for you or do you? Well you see I am goin to Vijayawada tomorrow :D.
Somehow I want you to get married, I knw its not right or rather reasonable to ask especially when me enjoyin the spinsterhood but ...
Anyways, I thought u missed chetan bhagath.
P.S: I found him here :P.
Finally I found the Tolstoy err ... Dostoevsky for U.
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