So another lovely weekend comes to an end and another mad week begins at work. It's back to the old routine that had completely taken over my life from August to November last year, simply because I had started learning French in the evenings after work. And had to give two exams in 3.5 months. And also had to travel on work, and write my paper for the Hildesheim conference. Now I must admit that I just don't have a flair for languages. Even though I have done very well in my course, I have found that I need to keep up with a new language on a daily basis if I ever hope to grasp any of it seriously. So I am beginning my advanced course from today, and I am desperately hoping that I haven't forgotten all the basics that I learnt last year. Coz that would be a real shame!
Oh and the books that we bought from the bookfair: I bought only 2,not succumbing to my temptation and successfully sticking to my resolution of not buying any books till I finish the ones I already have bought. In fact my book cupboard is bursting at seams with the books that I hope to read someday.
A bought 3 books, each so disconnected from the other that it would be very difficult to draw conclusions about A, the Reader from the books that he bought. I mean what can one say about a guy who buys Ibn-E-Batuta's travelogue, a collection of love poems in the long-forgotten Prakrit language, and Salim ALi's autobiogarphy?