When the English language gets in my way, I walk over it.
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If they dont, then rest assured that they'll never darken your doorstep again & you're rid of them for life.
Me: Eh. Sheddup your mouth and put it in your pocket.
Vik: *rolling on the floor laughing*
Me: *rolling eyes upwards till they go to the back of my head*
I dont know pa. All i know is that its the first day of the week here in the Gelf where I live, & i need a pair of pliers to keep my eyes open.
Anyone can observe these fasts, obviously, but its often the lady of the house who undertakes to do it on behalf of her family members. So if you ask her to join you in a sea-food buffet at West End on a Monday afternoon, you might hear her exclaim: ''But today is my Monday!'' Its a quaint Indian usage which means s/he's fasting for _____ (refer list & affix appropriate god's name), & cannot partake of non-vegetarian food/ drinks/ whole grains/ root vegetables/ or whatever on that day.
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The Lord help you if articles were found *without* a name & class on it. Our usually kindly Anglo Indian misses would suddenly turn into Tongue-Lashing-Teresas, hold the offensive item up by the scruff of its neck & ask aggressively ''Who's is this nameless shameless ______ (book / pencil case/ keds/ whatever). And the chant would be taken up by the other pesky kids inyour class, which then made it impossible to admit that the lost & found item was in fact YOURS!!
Other kids chanting: nameless-shameless! nameless-shameless!
Arati: *cowering behind tiny Rachna in front of her, hoping she's not discovered*
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Nandini: So put no? Whats stopping you?
Mrinal: Give company, I'm opening new bottle of Old Monk!
Nandini: Ayyo no ya! Today is my Monday*
*means what, you ask?? Netthing doing. I'll not tell. Today you koitly go and take headbath. If you come back tomarrow i will explain.
Dayymn! Didnt have the presence of mind to ask him if he'd categorise a rose as a 'floor'!!
Listen closely to a Rrayyaa!. If it comes out like a war-cry, then you’ve just felt the frustrations of a man trying to earn his bread in middle-class India. There might be a personal proving of a point somewhere in there too...a show of authority where he would like to have some, but sadly, has none: over the driver, maybe, or the more affluent passengers. Over his own emotions, or the government, most definitely his wife... Some rrayyaa!!s come out really surly. Some, just lame. Many, thangod, are cheeky & full of humour-sense.
Our national interest in the Kumbh Mela, however, lies not in its logic & reasoning. Our interest, my dear friends, lies in brothers separated at birth.
Instead of drumming their fingers bekaarly on a table, Bollywood pitchers decided to go all out & separate brothers at birth. I mean, whose father what goes. And the Kumbh Mela has provided the most seamless setting for this separation. The story kinda goes thus: an amazingly foresightful mother gives each of her sons one half of a locket that is split in two, & takes them on a pilgrimage. The brothers are separated in the teeming madness of the Kumbh Mela, & are raised in entirely different circumstances. One turns out good & the other bad. They finally face each other as adults, wanting to do nothing but kill each other. Which is when one spots the locket hanging from the other’s neck & understand yavrything. They tumble into each others’ arms in joy & go home dancingly.
The Kumbh Mela soon became an urban legend among engsters of our generation, providing way too many reasons to crack way too many pjs involving crowd-like situations and recognizing each other's jewellery.
But dheere-dheere, Bollywood moved on to bigger & badder things, & poor Kumbh Mela was all but forgotten..
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Jos: *arms folded, deadpan expression* Nima, Dont put soap. I stirred in Bournvita instead of tamarind paste, and forgot all about the drumsticks. God only knows how you ate it. You're just saying all this to make me forget how you yelled at me for stamping Tiger's tail by mistake this morning!
Nima: *rinsing mouth & retching at the same time*
Don't let the inconvenience irritate you my dear co-brothers. You just koitly go to the nearest STD booth with your virginals, ask the chettan to place it upside-down in the large clunky machine squeezed somewhere in the corner, and out it comes through the other side:
The Searocks copy!!