Ofcourse now that I am rambling on books, I also recommend reading Annie Dillard's Pultizer Prize winning book Pilgrim at Tinker Creek.

I have read a couple of chapters from this book, it's amazing stuff.

And ofcourse I would recomend, Zen and The Art Of Motorcycle Maintainence. It's a heavy duty book on western philosophical thought and has some beautiful writing.

[1] Operating Instructions For readers (women in particular) who want to have a baby or are yet to have a baby this book might be insightful and hilariously entertaining. For doctors or to be doctors it has some medical jargon on the side.So go read the first chapter HERE. It's beautiful writing and just incase one of you weirdos wants to buy me something, I will have this. ;-)

[2] What about a Guy's view on the world?

We will begin with a few questions from the Guyness Quotient Quiz to warm up(women may take this quiz too with no observable side effects):

a) You have been seeing a woman for several years. She's attractive and intelligent, and you always enjoy being with her. One leisurely Sunday afternoon the two of you are taking it easy--you're watching a football game; she's reading the papers--when she suddenly, out of the clear blue sky, tells you that she thinks she really loves you, but she can no longer bear the uncertainty of not knowing where your relationship is going. She says she's not asking whether you want to get married; only whether you believe that you have some kind of future together. What do you say?

That you sincerely believe the two of you do have a future, but you don't want to rush it. That although you also have strong feelings for her, you cannot honestly say that you'll be ready anytime soon to make a lasting commitment, and don't want to hurt her by holding out false hope. That you cannot believe the Jets called a draw play on third and seventeen.

b) Okay, so you have decided that you truly love a woman and you want to spend the rest of your life with her--sharing the joys and the sorrows, the triumphs and the tragedies, and all the adventures and opportunities that the world has to offer, come what may. How do you tell her?

You take her to a nice restaurant and tell her after dinner. You take her for a walk on a moonlit beach, and you say her name, and when she turns to you, with the sea breeze blowing her hair and the stars in her eyes, you tell her. Tell her what?

c) One weekday morning your wife wakes up feeling ill and asks you to get your three children ready for school. Your first question to her is:

"Do they need to eat or anything?" "They're in school already?" "There are three of them?"

Women make too much of being difficult to read, try a guy when he is drinking beer and doing his favourite thing(which of course is his next favourite thing after sex). For such wisdom to be able to read a guy's mind and understand him so as to live in peace and harmony click here. Once you get that all you women should consider developing a psychological profile of your mate as explained here.

And if any of this helps, please invite me to your wedding where I will eat all of your wedding cake and laugh hysterically, at you ofcourse!!

An interesting piece mainly because it is the first reference I have found of an IIT more particularly IIT Kharagpur, in fiction. Does this mean we have finally come of age?

Jai Krishna's graduation portrait from the second class of India's first law school (Calcutta University, 1859) displays the expected Victorian gravitas and none of the eager confidence of his classmates. He is a young man of twenty who looks forty; his thick, dark eyebrows form an unbroken bar, and his shadow of a mustache—an inversion of prevailing style that favored elaborately curled and wax-tipped mustaches—reveal a young man more eloquent with a disapproving frown than with his words.

For ten years I kept the graduation photo of Bishwapriya Chatterjee, my husband?lt;b>Indian Institute of Technology, Kharagpur</b>—on our nightstand. Last icon before falling asleep, first worshipful image of the morning. The countries, the apartments, the houses all changed, but the portrait remained. He had that eagerness, and a confident smile that promised substantial earnings. It lured my father into marriage negotiations, and it earned my not unenthusiastic acceptance of him as husband. A very predictable, very successful marriage negotiation.