Break from UPSC preparations

Whither shifth thou....

I think, therefore, I need a break.

Going home after a year. Looking forward to just relax. Carrying Amartya Sen's "The argumentative Indian" with me. I don't think i will read it. But its nice to carry around. Every IAS aspirant carries a copy. It's a ritual. You carry it because everyone carry it and you don't know what curse might befall you if you don't follow the ritual you know. Better to play safe than sorry. So carry it.
Also I am carrying a copy of huge Bhagvadgita by Jayadeva Goendka. Bought it from Geeta press book stall in a book exhibition in Delhi. I had never seen such a big english Geeta before. That's why i bought it. On an impulse. 

Shifted all my luggage to my new room yesterday and today. The books are the biggest luggage. 7 boxes of books I have. Huge boxes. From books of IAS preparations to work of fiction and contemporary issues. Big book, small book, red book, green book, all types of books. Do you too describe books by colors. I love describing them this way. By colors, it bring alive the child part in me which is now mostly dead I suppose. I was very tired with all the efforts. At jia sarai, someone is always shifting the luggage from some room to some other room. You can hardly miss it. Something like this world. Someone is dying every moment. Someone is taking birth. Shifting goes on. God is the shifter. Big time. He can shift any asshole from any fuckin place to another. He shifted me last year from Pune to Delhi. He wants me to shift to my native place now, just for a month.

So i have to go. 

Have to get up early tomorrow and catch the train. Journey is shit. This time it is AC shit. Brother sent an AC ticket. I generally book II class sleeper. Brother says II class has become very dirty now. I don't know. He says i don't care. I miss hawkers in AC. That's why i like II class sleeper. Suddenly i don't know where am I going. I am just going. Juuuuuussssssssttttttt goinnnnnnnnng.....like thaaaaaaaat only. Floating. The past is forgotten. The future is not known. The present is foggy. I float....just like that. I write. I blog. I read. But the I is giving me trouble now a days. I am trying to run. Run away from I. Who is running away from 'I' did i say? It's I. ha ha ha....i am going mad...he he he....who's going mad...hu hu hu.....it's I or is it me? no it's I only, looking at myself this I........so even after getting mad.....the I persists......grrrrrrrr......

Tiru