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covering GITA

           It has been more than a month when I started hunting for bhagwad gita. people knowing me would rather laugh at me again as I always keep blabbering about my atheism. I won't deny my being an atheist(though i fear being called that) but that's how it is. But i wanted to read gita, not as  "gita", but rather as just a book. Just yesterday when we people were roaming about in JNU( we call it roaming but basically we went there for 'supersubsidized food') and we reached it's library, I got what I was searching for and that too for just 100 bucks. 
            But in a country like India, you can't read a mythological anywhere you want, at any time you want, in any posture you want or  in any state you want(by that i mean bathed or not). When I went for my coaching this afternoon( my m.a. entrance coaching which came to face after weeks long dilemmas), i took a metro as i was already getting late. I thought why not read my introduction and start the shloks tomorrow. the people around were looking at me like i had killed a goose and was ready to cook it. 
          While reading when i looked up usually to check the station or someone-worth-looking, i saw people staring at me with various suspicious and i-don't-know-what look. whenever the train took a jerk, i feared what if it fell off my hands? the people around would kill me on disrespecting grounds and my mommy's dream of seeing me in a suit would be in dust. So just before writing this post, to ensure the safety of my fragile body and my mommy's far dream, i covered the book in new, fresh newspaper. And of course, with due respect.

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