Brandy kuti

The adipose has been coming , slowly, surely and inevitably like tomorrow , settling down comfortably at what once used to be a waist line and creeping ominously towards the belly .While on the one hand Ms.Aishwariya Rai Bachhan ( we passed school the same year) is at her lissome best, waving hands at Iafa awards I am juggling with EMIs .She has actually married the same month and year that I did too , and all said and done , my hubby is a hero in his own right .So you see, there are similarities, one cannot deny . But the conversion of self into a grey haired, bespectacled ( from birth actually and contact lens less currently ) , harassed, big sized professional is something that I do not like .So I have a list of things to do ,the technical term is a makeover , of self and life at large -expensive , time consuming , and would you believe it hard work. But as usual we are digressing, I was talking about my marriage anniversary .The first one at that , with a situation like this at home Parents are visiting. Great thing, but for two and a half month s???!!! a slight hitch there , a very cranky husband at home , between jobs , chin pulled down to knees in depression (generated by the clash of the generations and Bong Tam culture), intermittently unimaginably foul temper and a date which calls for celebration .This time I know, the Davidoff s and the watches will not do the trick .I have to be more imaginative than that.So Brandy Kuty came home .In a orange plastic shopping basket, wedged between knees over a bike ride through Bangalore . She was about 8 inches, 30 days old, mongrel-ish , and shivering , and as I handed her over to my husband I fell in love with her .She has changed our life- completely.In this couple of months she has bitten every thing bite -able, our limbs in particular, slept with us in our bed, under it, over various body parts, she has wagged her tail at seeing me return from work,so hard that I felt maybe it will come off , licked our face , has barked into my ear every single dawn at five .In genera been the most infernal nuisance.But she is amazing .She makes me happy, and want as I may to throttle somebody at work when I see her smiling face the feeling just evaporates.I thought she was going to be our pet, but there is no chance in light years of this happening .It is the other way round. At 5 o’clock in the evening , I wonder what she is upto , 6 ish I get fidgety to have her in my lap .At 8 when I reach home she jumps upto me and scratches me all over as I hug her, and then we play tug of war with an old much chewed belt/She actually knows the word sit, shreds newspapers into noodles, refuses to be toilet trained outside the house because she is of the opinion that gardens are not for morning ablutions, and eats a carrot everyday sitting on my husbands lap as her dessert for the night.She makes me run all over the house and the grounds, like a lunatic and the adipose might just go .My husband thinks that she is the lucky charm who landed him his dream job .Our caretaker Seema teaches her Bengali songs..So what has Brandy done to all of us? she has brought in the meaningless joy of living , which existence robs off you , she is teaching us unconditional love and shameless pranks of childhood , making children of sour adults .Please give a dog a home, and discover yourself anew .Life is at it again, teaching me small truths at strange times