Karthik seeks my humiliation with the book tag. His books litter my house, begging to be read so as to indulge him in the ‘book-talk’ he so yearns for. Me? I just frown everytime I pick up Neal Stephenson’s Cryptonomicon. I translate the time I’ll spend reading that to the hours I can spend on my music…all those crappy tunes I compose to fill up my hard-drive. But to my credit, I atleast drove him to start writing about it instead.
You’re welcome, Blogosphere.