Holy Cow and some regurgitation!

I'm just done reading Sarah Macdonald's debut book "Holy Cow!" (thanks Sabine). Its amazing how wonderfully candid she is about all the drama and dharma she goes through in India. A australian who in her younger backpacking days vows never to return to this god-fucked land, falls in love with it as she returns to meet her love (the human kind fiance)! A beautiful journey of ideas, pathos, bullshit and doubt. A book I recommend, especially to people coming to India.

And as I read the last few tens of pages, my heart is crying. Not anything to do with the book... but its the only thing that gets me down now: my sad song list. With a good smothering of U2, Dire Straits and others... My heart has a good weep. Rare as it is... its my special wonderful torture for all the rest of the wise-assed hard-hearted times.

Its the only sadness I allow myself the pleasure of.