Just Cheap

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I have a bookshelf. And books on shelves. And everywhere else. I also have eBooks on three laptops, at least three phones, e-tablets and an external hard disk. In just one of my devices, I realized I have about 531 GB of books. This realization gave me such profound joy. Of all my maladies, Tsundoku is the only one I have no intention of addressing or ameliorating. I will, for now and ever, happily collect all the books I like and go to my grave with at least a half of them unread- and be happy with that part of my legacy.
The reason this came up today was because I saw something unappetizing. Loving books and having a voracious appetite for reading and collecting books makes me economize by getting free books however possible. I am pretty sure I am not averse to stealing them when tempted enough. Luckily, I am so far honest, for want of opportunity! Thanks to almost free eBook websites like leanpub.com! So, imagine a book like this, at a place one goes to download free books!



As an atheist, I am a particularly agnostic one. Not militantly atheistic like Bill Maher, who irritates me almost as much as a jihadist would, if I ever heard one talking. Not even one like Richard Dawkins, who tries to explain the obvious to idiots, as much as I respect him for caring. Me, I just don't care what God or belief yours is, as long as you leave me alone. I have a relative who worships a snake. An actual living snake! I had no comments about her or her religious beliefs until she advised me to do some rituals to 'cure' my son off his special needs. That was when I told her that I didn't need any God, snake or vermin that punishes a child for his parents' sins, or whatever! That escalated quickly, thereby ending our association! The point is, to me, preaching religion is the point where I lose all the respect I inherently grant every living person. I am not enlightened enough to rationally listen to irrationality and give your irrationality the benefit of my-already-shrinking-time-on-earth.


Full disclosure: I am incredibly cheap with books. I can give away and have given away money, quite a bit of it and without much thought, but NEVER books. I deeply regret and remember every book I have ever lost or gifted, even by choice at the time. The most cherished people in my life know to gift me only books. And my enemies are the ones who don't realize that my books are my horcruxes. One of my favorite cousins once borrowed a book from me. This guy once had a robbery at his house and the robber broke his armoire in frustration after unlocking it, finding it full of rare books! Our erstwhile affectionate sibling relationship almost ended because he didn't return it to me in months. He is also a bibliophile, obviously! To people like us, whatever our attitude towards God/religion may be, it is sacrilegious to make the effort to write a book, any book, about indoctrination, as if that were some scientific endeavor! It offends me that something that is so repulsive to me exists in a form so beloved!



Trump visited India this week. Modi and Trump have a love-fest going, both being populist, segregationist, idiotic and generally imbecilic and very dangerous to the world. To celebrate the moron's visiting his country, another brain-dead in India built a shrine for Trump as the deity! He might have referred the above mentioned book for the shrine. My overactive sensibilities are so completely offended and yet, I am also completely not surprised! A shrine for Trump actually makes quite a lot of nonsensical sense! A snake is a snake is a snake, is a God!



Moral of the Story! Worship anything you want- a snake or Trump, but stay away from writing a book about it!
Unfortunately, the most famous books are all about God!

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