Preeti, the serial kisser :x

Christopher. Completed 15 revolutions round the sun. Tall for his age. Elegant Tan. Bright eyes. Porcupine hair. Breathed Maths. Imbibed Physics. Photographic memory. One complex equation he never understood was :how the human mind works. Facial expressions bore no meaning to him. He was a neural controlled network and the terms 'feelings' 'emotions' 'eye-talk' were out of his scope of syllabus. This attracted me to him. He never lied. Though sometimes, he white-lied (hiding certain facts which does not quantify as lies, like when your mom asks "what are you doing?" you in turn respond saying" I am sleeping" which is also true even without the latter part of the sentence disclosing your err..companion(s).. hope the term white-lie is perfectly clear now :P). So where was I? Yeah.. Chris. One sad morning he found his neighbor’s dog dead. Rather killed. With a garden fork. Someone murdering a dog?? rather tweedy. More tweedy was Chris went to the dregs of the issue to find the murderer and suitably punish him (yeah.. he also composed an elegy for the death of the dog).
So its all about how he finds the culprit, discovers someone near to him is actually alive and not dead as believed and portrayed by all, how he travels all alone a 1000 miles in search of someone, how he actually loves someone whom he hated and hates someone whom he loved, how he maintains distant proximity with someone and stuff like that..
Guess its all soupy now.. to make things clear, read THE CUROIUS INCIDENT OF THE DOG IN THE NIGHT TIME by MARK HADDON. Now what has the title got to do with this book review? Well, the author has to attract readers for book reviews till the end na.. So gotcha glued (I hope so). And yeah, I white lied too :). I did kiss the book !!:) Any day, given an option between a good book and sex, Preeti solemnly swears to chose the former (err.. no white lies here :):))

Bommu :)

Well, after reading my good old friend Revs' (good- since she is MY friend,she is good. old- well, she is forty years old and still blogging:P, i know Revs if you are reading this now, your eyeballs would have pitched onto the keyboard and darted to the monitor and you'd be saying,"bull shit man.. sheni.." but as usual I dont care :/) post about Ganguly ( well he is our only male companion in ladies' hostel, he has got four legs, a baby pink tongue that does not drool over the place much, and amazingly dark hazelnut brilliant eyes), I am encouraged to write about our EEE dept star, so presenting to you BOMMU:)

Yeah, my peanut sized brain christened her with this name. But she seems pretty happy about my total lack of creativity of names and acknowledges when called Bommu:). We have shared many special moments and we came really close to each other ( ahem, have a leash on your thoughts :)) after this paticular incident.
Second semester. Post lunch. For once mess food tasted like food. I mean i could make out sambhar and rasam and poriyal apart. Lovely non-sultry weather with a hint of rain. Had to attend class as I had just 46% attendance in Circuit theory,handled by one Ms.XYZ. I was late for the class,hence all the last benches were already swarming, so had to be okay front ones. Dozed away to glory. After what seemed an eternity, was woken up suddenly and the conversation between Ms XYZ(handler of Circuit Theory) and me went like:

Ms.XYZ : IF YOU WANNA SLEEP, PLEASE GO OUT AND SLEEP. DONT DISTURB THE CLASS WITH YOUR LOUD SNORES.

ME : Was feeling terribly guilty not of sleeping, but of snoring. Came as a crude shock to me that I snore in my sleep after 18 years of revolving the sun!! My sister, my room sharer at home never once complained. Had a confused feeling of admiration and anger towards her. I just stood up meekly and looked very sorry didn have to sham because i was sorry for the ulterior discovery of me,snoring like a trumpet!.

Ms.XYZ : Cant you hear me, please get out and dont disturb the class by wasting my time. (somehow she had the feeling that the rest of the class were really longing for her tirade and that they were missing out on something great..like..like.. a free trip to Europe!!)

ME: Ma'am, I am ..I am..

Thankfully I was not audible and my friend next to me grabbed me to my seat and said she was talking to BOMMU who was sleeping beneath my bench !!!! In my nervousness, I didnt notice that the whole class was in fits of laughter:) Bommu didnot budge
She continued her beauty sleep and Ms.XYZ walked out. Obviously we started worshipping Bommu from then.

Bommu loves
*to be a part of every photograph, but never poses properly
* home chapathis( she'll sulk and eat the canteen ones and sulk a bit more bitterly and eat the ladies' hostel chapathis, but would say a firm no to boys' hostel ones :))
* cake ( she will not eat a piece as a whole but only lick the cream off the cardboard underneath a cake )
*parle G and tender coconut juice.

Bommu hates
* us leaving to canteen for lunch, leaving her behind
* LAYS
* being disturbed in sleep
* coffee
* we leaving for home or hostel after college.

This is Bommu for you in class :)



Bommu at her lazy best. Notice how she places her hind legs(erm , I think thats what the two legs at the back are called, not too sure:))


Bommu guarding my friend's boat size slippers. Not that they need to be guarded, still, the point here is , she feels proud of doing her job perfectly and never takes chances :)


I wish we could all arrange a 'formal' marriage between Bommu and Ganguly. What say???