I, Me ,Myself :)

I have been tagged by twisted elegance ages ago . Here I go finally...

I am: Preeti Subramanian. (initial hopefully will change after three years:))

I think: (of) nothing. Very dificult to put virtual brains at work, Why disturb it?

I know: I am straight!!

I want: nothing, got everything

I have: sexy eyes and lips, beautiful bum length hair, Bips looking figure :)

I wish: you all the best in life for still reading this ;)

I hate: roaches and mosquitoes

I miss: my 11th grade English madam. gawd, she was a hottie :)

I fear: darkness

I hear: kausalya supraja what ever from next door maami (sigh this maami menace!!)

I smell: (virtually) virgin mud smell, when the first drops of rain make passionate love with mud. Simply the best smell ever.

I crave: for peace everywhere.

I search: for a proper dress (top, bottom dupatta together of the same piece) every morn.

I wonder: why I am Preeti and not someone else, though I am my favorite.

I regret: taking up this tag !!(sigh, kidding, just that there are too many I ams and so little about me :))

I love: chocolates, sleep and err.. sex :):)

I ache: when I see my own blood (never have the courage to see someone else's)

I know I was not: perfect :)

I am not: a girl!!

I cry: to attract attention rarely :)

I believe: in illusion, instincts and impulse.

I dance: Preeti can dance saala, anywhere everywhere, justhat i need to get started :)

I sing: in my bathroom

I read: right now, A hungry tide, Amitav Ghosh

I don't always: avoid problems, I rather plunge into it and put a period.

I fight: with my sister who is equally hopeless :)

I write: here :)

I win: love and trust easily

I lose: patience and temper easily

I never: say never again, ever ready Preeti (for non-objectionable things)

I always: hug my scabby and sleep (err.. atleast till such time I catch hold of someone sleepworthy)

I confuse: others

I can usually be found: suffering from insanity

I am scared: of solitude

I need: nothing, have everything :)

I am happy: always :):)

I tag : anyone who is interested :)

yet another random rigmarole :):)

Ok, on your mark, get set, get BUGGED :):)

What does Pretty Preeti do after working from 8 am to 10 pm ? ( ahem, yeah, i DO work all that while, if you got second thoughts, get outta here :):)). 

1. Take a bath??? Never, Preeti is hydrophobic, so I work for the country both from BHEL and outside BHEL (saving both power and water :)) 

2. Talk to boyfriends on phone? err... ahem... clooney is kinda busy these days, and johnnie guy is on the verge of break up with bips since he s not able to shake me outta his mind.. Since both my boyfriends have other temporary higher priorities, no sticking to phone either :):)

3. clean my  sexy bed to flop immediately after dinner?? well, my bed is not mine anymore. There s one mr. lizard who sits on it day and night, day after day month after month.. gone are the days when I used to feel irky , yuckie creepy wriggly etc.. after all preeti is fatter than a lizard, and she s generous too. So I sleep with the lizard :(:( So no bed cleaning too.

SO all that Preeti does is WASH SOCKS. Yeah subah se le ke shaam tak, shaam se le ke raath tak,preeti washes socks. Such a tiny piece of clothing (still talking about socks okie) gives such a severe headache. Big things come in small packages, so does dirt. Tough dirt comes in small feet coverings :( Feel like smashing the TV when ever I see surf excel ads or tide,where a guy's shirt becomes bathed in white light by just holding the detergent. Come on , am not avaricious, still yaar, the socks should have mercy on me and let go of dirt after two washings in surf excel, dettol plus rin soap plus my hard hand worked brush. But low, dirt smiles at me saying, " here I am , this is me, there s no where else, I would rather be :))"(sorrie Enrique, pl don commit suicide at the context of plagiarism of your ahem romantic song).  SO preeti chucks the fifth attempt at washing them to perfect white, and flops into bed, with of course the lizard :) tut tut tut.. 

At the end of all this  socks rant, I thank everyone for being with me and reading this crap of mine. And this post is dedicated to Amit Sir, who enjoys my craziness to the dot :):)

BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH !!:)

Got loadsa time and missed my random rigmaroles? march southward, else, move your royal asses off here :)

1. What job does Preeti, B.E, Electrical and Electronics (yeah, my convocation is done, so can claim this with a proud bum, though could not collect my degree yet :( )?
I sit from morning 9 am ( err.. 9 am is morning right, ahhh... chuck the tantamount :)) to night 10 pm in front of two monitors, in the control room. Now if you imagne the control room to be furnished and got AC and stuff, sorry, you are crazy. It is just half constructed and am glad that for the past two days, cement is not falling on my sexy hair :). Fan has become a luxury for me.. But work is worship and work for the country for you guys to have 'lights' in your life. So three cheers (hic hic ) to Preeti :):)

2. okay, Preeti sits and works.. what does she actually do?
My major job is to get scoldings from the customers. How do I get mentally destressed? simple, imagine clooney or johnie (sorry revs and keshi :), you got tough comepetion from Bhilai ki chori ) on the monitor and just take a chill pill. I have named one customer as Sexy Sam, and the dialogue bet SS and me:
SS: Tum BHEL vaale kya kar rahe ho? Ye motor kyun chaalu nahin kiya?
Me: good morning sir
SS: good morning gayaa bhaad mein batao kyun MOTOR NAHIN CHALO HAI?
Me: SIr, actually mechanical clearance nahin mila.
SS: To aapke mech vaalon ko bulao, main tera muh dekh dekh ke thak gaya hun.

Well, SS is a blend of Johnnie lever and om puri, with a highly constipated face, who seems as though has not discharged for ten days and is suffering from severe levels of insanity. Getting to know that such a person cant see my face, kinda turns me down. As it is, chances of getting 'connected' in Bhilai is like Delhi 6 winning an oscar( yeah, thats the second sin i committed after karz), so poor Preeti gets shattered :)

3. I am missing Chennai + Bangalore now :( Bangy for traffic and road side paani puri. Me and Nan got 2/3 paani puri ka water in our body, and I heard that the local bhaiya at malleswaram from whom we used to hog paan puris has become a 3 star hotel owner with our money :)

4. GURRRLLSSS, Uffff.... There are certain things I cant put up here :(:( (err.. problems of being popular, my blog though is dying, is read by ah.. chalo chuck it )

5. Nowadays in free time, I write my own definitions for certain words. tell me if they appeal to you
Goggles - condom for eyes :)
Sunrise- amber daub on azure canvass
Lipstick (girls who use it look away) - a way to shoo away guys saying" i got artificial moisturiser, dont need ya":)

Thats all for now.. gotta go.. where? control room of course :) SS main aa rahin hoon :):)

Jai Hanuman :)

I am in Bhilai now or next three months :( this is 30 years behind civilisation. And I work from 8 am to 10 pm on all seven days ( I thank god for having just seven days a week :)). But am enjoying this hectic life :) Lots of fun while learning new stuff and exploring (err.. no pun intended :)). I just stole in sometime to share something really funny ( to me ) to chip in here.

Bangalore. Preeti's in her sexy bed under her sexy blanket... Sunday morning (off on sundays in bangalore ). She wakes up leisurely at ten and decides with great dilemma to brush, keeping her cell phone on table. GUess who visits her? Hanuman incarnate himself. Mr Bandhar shakes his sexy curves and enters through the broken window, takes my mobile and throws it three floors and it kisses the floor. What do I do? I run in my shorts with the tooth paste froth still in mouth to get my mobile. In return I gain seductive looks from all the pupp fatted aunties in my apartments. But atleast they look (yeah, try living in Bhilai, aunty looks will look so heavenly !!, I am a proud despo :)).
Mr Hanuman is a bachelor, but he raped my kitchen FULLY, twice :). With my peanut salary, had to buy fresh groceries over and over again.
The best part is is my friend touched my feet adn said I got Hanuman's blessings ( yeah so obvious, that s why am in Bhilai :)).
gotta go...
cheers

Garamaa garam KHICHDI :):)

This is yet another of Preeti's prattles :) Stay glued please :)


1. I got a hair cut :) (err.. a month back but never mind, will put it down here ). For people who have known my hairy problems, they will be glad its shorter, less thicker and ahem.. sexier. My hair brush is the happiest thing on earth ever now since she does not get lost in the dense black coir like maggi noodled jungles. My grandfather is dead against ladies chopping off their dead cells, very orthodox Tam Brahm. So what does Preeti do? give him a true it-happened-to-me that my hair got stuck in electric stove in my kitchen, my roomy saved my life by chopping it off. Yeah yeah Preeti never lies :) Meet, Gareeju, my hair stylist :)


Gareeju: Good evening maam, what style do you want?

Me (thinking hard trying to remember what hair cut I had in my fourth grade, sigh... that was the last time I cut my hair): err,,, what do you think will suit my face?

Gareeju: I think layer cut will be fine.

Me (I hear it as 'laser'): Laser cut doesnt sound exciting (err.. actually I was having fantasies of using laser beams and stuff and that would cost my one month salary)

Gareeju: Its layer mam. L A Y E R (she spelled it out).

Me: oh okie, go ahead.

Gareeju tries to run the hair brush, poor thing looses her way and she asks to to un-circuit my spider web myself. Now after the hair cut feeling good, great and fantastic but at times, naked :)

2. I was on a ten day site tour of Bhilai. Just when I started liking the place, a nasty incident took place, and now as I bring myself together to tell you guys, I am a mixture of disgust, hatred and hurt. We four girls went for shopping one evening, by walk. One bastard came running, squeezed my friend's chest hard and ran away. We were too too shocked to react and he was already gone. Though the incident is done, I dont have a rewind button to change things, I still cant get it out of my mind. She was shell shocked and it took her two long hours to actually speak something. To all those FUCKERS and WEAK STICKS,,It is not our problem to have curves. try to have a leash on your hanging hormones. What will become of you all if girls go about kicking dick and balls? And if you really call yourself a MAN, have the guts to own up the act and not run away as though your stump's on fire. There are girls in the job to satisfy your sexual wants, shove it up to them,LEAVE THE REST ALONE.

3. Am right now in a state of professional confusion. I have two choices, either take up site posting at Bhilai, Kolkata or Gujrat or stay in Bangalore and do paper work at office. I like site work because that is where you get the actual feel of DOING something. The feel I get being an Electrical Engineer, that somewhere, in some house I am responsible for glowing of a zero watt bulb is priceless. But this choice means pruning away from people, home, movies, holidays sundays etc. What to do?? :(:(

4.Since I already typed 4..wanna write something here. so...Love you all loads :):)

Why WHy WHY???

This is a blue post. So friends who are pinkie in spirits stay away :)

I totally go bizarre when it comes to understanding emotions, interpreting unsaid things and conveying my intentions underlying my words .

In a group of 48 , when the going is not really smooth and we have certain issues to be sorted out, no single person has the leadership instincts, all are comfortable in their own cozy nutshells happy with the available facilities and state of affairs and just keep biting each others' ears for things to change for the better. And finally when a person really comes up to lead and streamline the chaotic situation, why is he crushed and pushed into the abysmal pit of criticism and satire? Why is he swarmed by back biters and fault finders? How can people ever be so hypocritical and spiteful, when heart of hearts they know that he is a good individual and a leader? It really is a bad mad world of typical outmoded thinking .

Why am I jinxed? My friend Ajijo who understands me always, knowing fully well of my corrupted RAM, crib over not wishing her on her Birthday? Is a phone call the mere depiction of how much I care for her?How do I tell her she's like my shadow? With another friend, Dilibi, who says a stiff NO to a group outing, which really bugs me and I spit something nasty at him to hurt his feelings. How do I make him understand that those words are the outcome for the want of some special moments and time with him? How to make them understand that my thought flow takes shape of sharp words though I have soft feelings? :(:(

Banking on you people for answers :)

Okay on the brighter side, I got awards from three special people and wonderful bloggers , Lancelot (guilty blogger award), Mayz(bestbuddies award) and MultiMenon (lovely blogger award).This post will gleam with these wonderful awards. Thanks a ton . This cheered me up as my temporary absence from bloggerworld has not change anything. I still have my online family with me and by me always :):) HUGS MUAH (yeah Sree, MUAH to you too :):)).

2008... I LIVE YOU :):)

Ahhhh, what a year it has been. One of my most active years :) err.. no pun intended okie :).

January to April were the golden days of last few days in college, hostel, All India tour, Tour of friends' home, farewells,night outs and of course final year project :) I wanna time turner :(:( .

I entered this wonderful bloggerville in May. Was very constrained in writing stuff, which is very evident from my first few posts. I can now proudly say with head held high that I have a cool online family out here. HUGS to all :):).

My sister left for boarding school in June. How I hated to live at home without her. Felt the void very badly. Priya, love ya :).

Started preparing for CAT in full josh and hosh in July (I slept off on the morn of CAT 08 and never wrote it, that s a different story :))

August, many of my close friends left for US for higher studies. Missed them like hell, but distance never matters in true relationships right?? :)

September and October were periods of high tension and inactivity, as was out of the cozy cacoon of college, and the world lay ahead in the rawest form. Without a call from WIPRO, with no back up job, only thing lingering was constant uncertainity.But, this phase turned me to a blog addict, and am really thankful for it :)

November got into BHEL. Got my first salary. Took mom to a restaurant, and the moment I gave her my card to swipe for the bill, the expression on her face was priceless. The feel of the first 1000 rupee note in my wallet is exhilarating. My parents dont need my money, not now, not ever, but still, I can die for the feel they get when I buy them small stuff, a call from my sister choked up for buying her things, whew.. am tearing up :):)

December- my grandma breathed her last on my birthday. I felt good that her one and half year long suffering finally came to an end. Though I have relatives at Chennai, I dont feel like going there anymore, dont feel like going to my grandparents home anymore, without her, its not the same and never going to be the same. There are two things you can give for free- advice and care. advice- you dont expect in return. care- you definitely expect some sort of it back. So to all my friends, please bear with my emotional unintelligence, will try to be more expressive :):)I really love you all. Am putting up all my blog awards which mean a lot to me here.Blog Princess by Karthik, Butterfly Blogger Award by Kartz, Richa and Karthik, Birthday wishes by Hemz :):)

So, 2008 has died giving birth to a fresh virgin 2009 :) Happy rocking year to you all. MUAH :):)Hey by the way my new year resolutions- blog more sensible posts :), sleep less, work more and get a guy(s) soon :):) CHEERS :):)
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