The inscrutable Americans

Anyway, so today I found a lot of things I had lost. First of all, my watch!!! My three grand watch is safe and sound, and was found in this cardboard box that I was sure I had not thrown it into. I also found born that way, and all my library books are hideously overdue, and I have no clue if the deadlines have been extended because of the rains. But all this was towards the evening. My comp is on for more than twenty four hours now, because I’ve managed to establish a very fickle Bluetooth connection with my phone that I have no intention of breaking. My comp is gonna be live for a long time now. So I downloaded a few vids yesterday, mostly music, but some porn sneaked in under the guise of music videos, and there is no helping it. I spent the rest of the day sleeping, listening to music (cranberries, George Michael, Gareth Gates, and Kiss), sleeping, and reading “The inscrutable Americans” by Anurag Mathur. In fact, I finished it off today, and it is a pretty cool book. Although the humor is corny and looks like it is copied off old internet forwards in some parts, and Gopal’s linguistic inabilities are rather exaggerated, the book still rises to the occasion, don’t ask me which occasion, but some occasion, and satisfies you for dedicating a day’s read to it – that could be an occasion. The saddest part was that he leaves without saying goodbye to sue. It is really insightful as far as Americans are concerned, although the author irritatingly ignores apartheid tendencies in India. Still, irritating in parts, but a pretty good book.