2002-07-09 | 6:12 p.m.
and so the plan begins..

Spent the day in town with Mommy today. After 17 odd years of living in Bombay, I finally went to Strand Book Stall. It's really tiny and I was sure I wouldn't find much. I expected it to be grander, judging from all the praises I'd heard about it. But Jesus,it's beautiful. It's so rare to find genuinely good book stores in Bombay, and I finally found one. I wish it was in Bandra though! It's too bloody far to go often. Lotus isn't really bad - it's better than Crossword and Danaii anyway - but Strand is fabulous. I'm very happy. This is what I bought today:

On the Road - Jack Kerouac (YAY! En fin!)

Letters to a Young Poet -Rainer Maria Rilke (I hope it's a good translation.)

Without Feathers - Woody Allen (uh,I think I'm heading for an obsession here. I read the first few pages and it was hilarious. I had to buy it!)

Slaughterhouse 5 - Kurt Vonnegut (I must be the only person on earth who hasn't read it. Theo says it's better than even Breakfast of Champions,and BOC is fucking great.)

An Actor Prepares - Constantine Stanislavski (Emotional memory techniques can be exhausting, and I wanted a book on Meisner but I didn't find any. Oh well.)

I doubt I'll read them all within a month but stranger things have been known to happen. I'm going to start with Kerouac because I've been wanting to read that since forever. Tomorrow,though. I have to help Bo pack this evening. But at least, the execution of the plan has taken place. I still don't have a purpose. Not even other people anymore. Maybe it's time to start doing things more for my own benefit. It just doesn't seem it worth it,though...

deja vu? | jamais vu?