After buying my 5th book in two days, it struck me that perhaps this habit was getting as expensive as priority 1: looking, feeling, smelling, being a BSDesi. As I reflected on this, it came to me that buying books is very much like dating an Indian girl:
1. Where you find them says a lot about who they are. Those from international stores are publicly available, popular, expensive, shameless sluts. Those from the British Council are overseas educated, refined and classy...yet at the same time (perhaps because of their wealth)...cheap and easy. Lastly, and barely worth a mention, those from the Public Libraries of our home countries, why they are old, fat and full of old news.
2. You can only take each type out to certain occassions: light and flirty to a coffee shop, intellectual or sexy to a nice dinner, passionate and intense to the bedroom and if you are a mannerless bastard, the cheap and disposable ones to the toilet.
3. If you can go over the same stuff over and over again, then she's probably a keeper. If she's nice but you are bored after just one go, you share her with your friends. If she wastes your money and gives you no joy, you make damn sure she stays on the shelf forever.
What makes this metaphor specially applicable to relationships with Indian women you may ask. Well, noone has sex with books.
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