The weekend:
Friday Night:
Got a glass of freezing lime soda dropped over my pants. Nearly overturned the table too. Dead silence in the restaurant, the only giggling souls being myself and the perpetrator(Take a bow, Mons!). Warning to fellow-soda-drippers: never take an auto-ride in the night without drying your pants first.

Saturday:
Normal. Panipuri for lunch. Popcorn in the afternoon. “Satta” was good. Met Vasu on the way out of the theater, both of us helped out a damsel-not-exactly-in-distress….bis needed to shift from the hostel. Met a psycho auto-driver, who convinced us he could transport the complete package at one go. Yeah, right! A suitcase, a Trunk, two mattresses, three airbags, assorted plastic bags and soft-toys poking out of plastic bags, and three people , all in the back, and Vasu and the auto-driver in front.

Sunday:
Was supposed to go and meet this long-lost friend of mine, who was in town for a night. Didn’t. Went off to the Book Fair. Decided to go to the Sunday Market first. Whoopee!!! got “Stars Wars: The Phantom Menace” Hardcover by Terry Brooks for a paltry 50 bucks. The BF was a big let-down. Searched out some old “Shade The Changing Man” comics, and a Conan compendium. News for both myself and psasi, seems Robert Jordan, before he wrote his Wheel of Time books, used to write Conan stories that were pretty well-received by fans.
Finally bought the Heavy Metal magazine from Odyssey, feel good about it. Listened to Trilok Gurtu and read Joseph Campbell until midnight.