Pandu is one great example of how one can be stupid and smart at the same time. She thinks more than what she is required to about anything and everything in the world. The worse part is that she expects her listener too have the same level of think-o-meter. It’s because of this mentality, she makes poppet of herself many a time.
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My night was slumberless (why so rhetorical? Perhaps, the influence of a Bacon essay I just read) okay.. I was not sleepy. Goodnight hung up phone. Unlike me it is easy for him to sleep whenever he wants. But that night he slept quite early. I was snuggling on my bed expecting the blessings of sleep god or goddess (whatever!).
“Huh? What’s that?” I gulped in fear and noticed a bundle moving on Budhu’s bed in the shimmering yellow night-light. I lay on my side and watched carefully what’s happening. The bundle was moving again! No..Not that a galavanised jerk but a slow-paced rhythmic movement. “Oh God… that’s Pandu” I was relieved when I saw her toe peeped out of the blanket. “When she got into that bed? and what is she doing inside that dirty blanket?” I watched her bollywood drama for another five minutes...which was a good time pass for me.
She slowly but dramatically pulled off that blanket from her face. Her eyes were closed on a smiling face; she took out her right arm and drew a curve in the air. She covered her face partially with her left palm. She was whispering something... no singing something..… oh god she was blushing.. her face pink..she tilted her face and turned her head towards me as if her boyfriend called out her name.. oh yeah...she saw me then....
I couldn’t control my amusement!! I burst into laughter… Okay… this time she realized that I was watching her ‘performance'. She was stupefied.
“What the hell are you doing Ma’am?” I asked.
“You pig, you haven’t slept yet?" she retorted.
"I was enacting a song with my boyfriend. We were doing Salsa on “Tera hone lagaa hun”
I could not control my laughter. She was looking pale when I woke up Budhu. I could not sniff the potential threat of a pillow fight. She had already thrown one on my back before I could dodge off. Budhu also started laughing when I imitated her “Salsa”
“I thought you would be busy with Goodnight under the blanket”, she snapped but that was a blow on my head. A chuckleheaded Budhu asked “What do you mean by that, Pandu?”, as I was too paralyzed to ask her anything. I stooped to find a much heavier pillow but she ran away screaming "On phone, I meant, idiot girls!!"
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My night was slumberless (why so rhetorical? Perhaps, the influence of a Bacon essay I just read) okay.. I was not sleepy. Goodnight hung up phone. Unlike me it is easy for him to sleep whenever he wants. But that night he slept quite early. I was snuggling on my bed expecting the blessings of sleep god or goddess (whatever!).
“Huh? What’s that?” I gulped in fear and noticed a bundle moving on Budhu’s bed in the shimmering yellow night-light. I lay on my side and watched carefully what’s happening. The bundle was moving again! No..Not that a galavanised jerk but a slow-paced rhythmic movement. “Oh God… that’s Pandu” I was relieved when I saw her toe peeped out of the blanket. “When she got into that bed? and what is she doing inside that dirty blanket?” I watched her bollywood drama for another five minutes...which was a good time pass for me.
She slowly but dramatically pulled off that blanket from her face. Her eyes were closed on a smiling face; she took out her right arm and drew a curve in the air. She covered her face partially with her left palm. She was whispering something... no singing something..… oh god she was blushing.. her face pink..she tilted her face and turned her head towards me as if her boyfriend called out her name.. oh yeah...she saw me then....
I couldn’t control my amusement!! I burst into laughter… Okay… this time she realized that I was watching her ‘performance'. She was stupefied.
“What the hell are you doing Ma’am?” I asked.
“You pig, you haven’t slept yet?" she retorted.
"I was enacting a song with my boyfriend. We were doing Salsa on “Tera hone lagaa hun”
I could not control my laughter. She was looking pale when I woke up Budhu. I could not sniff the potential threat of a pillow fight. She had already thrown one on my back before I could dodge off. Budhu also started laughing when I imitated her “Salsa”
“I thought you would be busy with Goodnight under the blanket”, she snapped but that was a blow on my head. A chuckleheaded Budhu asked “What do you mean by that, Pandu?”, as I was too paralyzed to ask her anything. I stooped to find a much heavier pillow but she ran away screaming "On phone, I meant, idiot girls!!"
