An obituary

I am standing in my room alone, trying to figure out a way to arrange all my books on the bookshelves so they can be traced easily. My problem is that if i arrange the books as per author then the genres will get mixed and i want to have the non fiction books on a separate shelf. Pluto, sitting next to my bed gives yet another sigh and lies down he cannot understand why i cant play with him.
 
Since the time between my last post and now, a lot many things have happened. I have landed a job in Goa in a shipyard and now am living at home with family, but the days in Pune are and will always remain special, that city gave/taught me a lot in the three years.


Lying on my clean bed I think sometimes of the cold november evenings sitting at a roadside restaurant chatting with Marathi colleagues and sipping at masala tea, the glimpse of all the usual shops and ancient buildings as the company bus took us round the city in the 2 hour ride to the office whilst we listened to old songs on cell phones.

Prefixing Chaaaaila!!! before every sentence, and discussing the favorite marathi topic of Biharis taking over Mumbai. I even miss all the bedbugs and the fun of living, sitting, lying, resting, eating, sleeping, reading, surfing on a single cot. In summer the antics of my room mates to cool the room by washing the floor will be great anecdotes, while visualising my room mate clad only in a loose, well ventillated VIP underwear and a frown on his face searching for bedbugs at 3:00am will be intensely funny, he adamantly believed that the bedbugs were responsible for his bachelorhood, i.e. bedbugs=no sleep=low eficiency=no promotion=no raise=no proposals, that was the sexiest root cause analysis i've heard.

Then there is also to be mentioned the perpetual smile on the owner of the tea shop when i met him every tired evening, and his interest in mobile phones will always be a sweet memory. In contrast i will never forget my landlord and his fanatical belief that my late night computer usage was responsible for everything from global warming to snowfall in minnesota, least of all the electricity bill that i paid anyways.

Besides this i will always yearn for those quiet long walks, and the trips to the crossword bookstore on holidays and the thunderous chicken at the kolhapuri restaurants, so also the crowded Rajasthani mess. Yes there are many more but then this isn't exactly my autobiography.

As for the room mate, well i heard that he left the place and finally got married. God bless his soul.

 I think I will arrange all the books as per author, that way it will be easy to find the book i want.