This morning. And yesterday too. I suspect it's Chhota's horrendous food hygiene. Never going to eat there again. The chai seems fine. Even though they recycle the plastic cups thrown into the black bins, taking the bin to the back of the place and then washing them out. Which means that sometimes you get cups that are leaky but the dude washing didn't manage to catch it. Which is why most of the students here crush the cups before throwing them away. And even that might not prevent the saving of the cup.
I am currently reading Muhammad by Karen Armstrong, and incidentally a reason for this book's inception is because of the Rushdie Incident, which spawns from his writing of The Satanic Verses, which also happens to be the book I'm writing an essay on.
Also reading C.S. Lewis' Prince Caspian for Metaphors and Narratives class, we are supposed to revisit one of the classic books we used to read as children, then do an essay on it. I didn't read anything proper like Enid Blyton as a kid, so I suppose this is me reliving a lost childhood. It's a pretty good book, so far. I like the illustrations inside.
ALSO reading the Before Sunrise and Before Sunset screenplay by Richard Linklater and Kim Krizan (the former), and Richard Linklater, Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy wrote the latter. It seems that India is where I'd discover Linklater. Just before getting this book I'd just watched A Scanner Darkly, and have A Waking Life waiting to be completed in my hard disk.
10 more books sit on my table waiting to be touched.
Last night I had one of the best experiences ever in MICA, and even if it all turned out oddly, I can still remember the sense of awe, fear, excitement and relief that intermingled to make up such a simple event. Let's say Tarot Card Reading (for future references). And of course, thanks to Leigh and G for making it all happen. Leigh for getting me down, G for doing what he did.
Every Ounce of Confidence.
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