*Friend1:
(looking at her oily lunch)
"I think Ma is secretly seeing an Arab Sheikh.
ETO tel pae kotha theke?"
*Friend 1:
(After I have fallen off a swing, therby dropping the Cadbury Crackle in my hand)
Picks up the crackle, goes to a corner, holds her sides and laughs:
" O God, Sholo bochhorer bondhu ta ke na tule Sholo minute er Crackle ta ke tullam! O God, ami just
kirom?"
(Breaks crackle and puts into mouth.
I am still on the ground.)
*Kid Sister
(Looking at her HUGE piece of Kentucky Fried Chicken Breast)
" Bujhli Didibhai,
Ei murgi tar buk er pata chhilo!"
*Kid Sister
(On her take on the new One Direction Video)
"Mone hochhilo 5 ta Justin Beiber Sea Beach e chhute berache."
*Friend2:
(Supposedly disillusioned.
After I have told her I want her to be OKAY.)
" You want me to be Okay.
O-ke. Ki funny word! O ke?
Who is that?
hehehe"
*Friend3:
(Trying to prove that he wouldn't go back on his promise)
"Mard Ka Baat/ Haathi ka Daant"
*Friend4:
(Casually commenting on our colourful college ambience)
"Ekhane shobai ek.
Keu chokh maare,
keu lok maare."
*Friend4:
(Looking at a tall girl by the canteen)
"I am the height of her thigh.
sigh.
*Friend5:
( Venting her anger over the fact that Trinity Dublin would
fund Engineers and not Literature Students)
" Mane ta ki? Ora Trinity Dublin gie ki korbe?
Irish hammer die machine banabe?
Hammer gulo import kore nilei hoy na?"
*Friend5:
(in the middle of a class discussion on how Christopher Marlowe's death could have been staged)
"Kintu Marlowe ke ke marlo?
Marlowe ki tahole shotti morlo?"
*Friend6
(Grilling me about my non-existent crush)
:find anyone cute?
Me: Not really.
He: Arre bol na.
Me: Shotti, na.
He: Na boltei hobe.
Me: okay fine this guy from Ogilvy, may be.
He: ooo. And did he Ogle?
Friend1:
(looking at me in a concerned kind of way)
"You toh live in your own crazy world where everyone actually believes je you are not all that crazy."
Friend7:
(Chilling, arguably not stoned)
:I don't really understand that She Will Be Loved Video.
Me: Arre the dude hits on his girlfriend's mom.
Friend5:
(genuinely confused)
So then. Who will be loved?
Friend5:
(Worried over her lack of emotional stirring during a supposedly intense literary experience)
'Na mane shotti. Shobai teared up, ami chhara! Even you did no?
Me: Um. Oi ar ki. But I am toh a little, you know.
She: Sohini, I think where there should be a heart, I have a cavity!
(Friend 8 starts humming *Empty Street/ la la la/ a HOLE inside my heart*, quite accidentally.)
* Grandmother#with highly questionable eyesight
(On seeing LA Reid in X-Factor)
"Oma eki! Obama Gaaner competition e?"
*Grandmother# a few weeks after a lunch at Marco Polo
" Arre, oi shundor resturant ta, jetae shedin gelam amra! oitoh,
Vasco da Gama, na ki jeno?"
*Father#during India Match
(On the phone with his friendly collegue)
"Erom time e Karishma ke bat korte namalo?"
Read: Karishma= Ajit Agarkar.
Yes.
I live in brilliant company.
Watch this space.
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