One thing that happens when you start working is that you get paid. When you get paid, you want to contribute to the growth of national economy, not by investing but by spending money. Ab main kya bataun yaar. Bahut paise hain mere pass. I don’t know how to spend them. So I call my friends. Boy Friends to be specific. That is what happens when you first study in an all-boys school and after that in one of the supposedly reputed institutes of higher education. (yessssss! I totally avoided using the name(of the institute)! Another proof of my idea of modesty. OR rather a sacrifice made (by me, ofcourse!) so that people continue believing in the sovereignty of theses institutes. Who knows after knowing the name of the college that had the misfortune of keeping me within its premises, parents might just refuse to send there kids to that college!). I think that all this brackets have done much to confuse your delicate mind. so I ll repeat the golden words. or rather copy-paste them. . So I call my friends. Boy Friends to be specific. That is what happens when you first study in an all-boys school and after that in one of the supposedly reputed institutes of higher education. You make a lot of Boy Friends. And what do we talk to them about??? Speaking of the topics that I usually discuss with my friends, I wud also like to point out the way my conversation goes when I call to my home.


My sis: Hello!
Me: Haan bahan. kaise ho yaar?
My sis: achchhi hun. Tu kaisa hai?
Me: main bhi achcha hun. Khana kha liye?
sis: haan. tune?
Me: Nahin. Khaunga abhi. kya sabzi khaye?
sis: karela.
Me: (damn!)
sis: tu aayega toh roz karela banaungi, k?
Me : k.
(Silence)
sis : kuchh baat kar ?
Me: arre, India match jeet gayee yaar.
sis: achha!! man of the match kise mila?
Me: Pata nahi!
(Silence!)
Sis: chal theek hai. phone rakh. bahut bore kar diya tune.
Me: k, gud night!
Sis: gud night!


So its nice that you don’t have to say ‘damn’ and such lovely words aloud to communicate to your sister.

Anyway, where was I?? I will again replay the conversation for less enlightened ones. So I call my friends. Boy Friends to be specific. That is what happens when you first study in an all-boys school and after that in one of the supposedly reputed institutes of higher education. You make a lot of Boy Friends. Boy Friends, who have also studies in an all-boys school and a supposedly prestigious institute of higher education. And what do you talk to them about???


Me: Hello.
..
Me: Abe office-woffice ki baat karke bore mat karo yaar! Aur teri babe kaisee hai?

Me: Abe wahi wali??

Me: Abe yaar. ek toh pahle tum jaise phaltoo logo ko call karo. phir nakhre bhi jhelo.

Me: Abe, nahi hai toh banao be. salae, kuch bolne ke liye hona chahiye yaa nahi.
..
Me: abe yaar. bore kar rahe ho tum.
..
Me: Abe haan. Chau ki babe toh maal hai be. saala photu bhi dikha raha tha us din. saale, kuch sikho usse.
….
Me: hEE hee hEE Haa!
…(Hee HEE Hee hAA!)..
Me: Abe yahi faayadaa hota hai angrezi-mein-thodi-kam-studd ladki pataane kaa. you can talk all the English that u want.

Me: hEE hee hEE Haa
Me: Chal be bore mat kar. kat le ab. paise lagte hain phone karne ke.


kat is pronounced ‘cut’. Okk! Coming bak to the point. heres a quick recap for less privileged ones. ‘One thing that happens when you start working is that you get paid. When you get paid, you want to contribute to the growth of national economy, not by investing but by spending money. Ab main kya bataun yaar. Bahut paise hain mere pass. I don’t know how to spend them. So I call my friends. Boy Friends to be specific.’ And I don’t really enjoy it. You sud spend the gud twenty minutes of your time( or rather Talk Time) talking to someone that you cud talk to your boyfriends about, right? A babe that is. Shey!(yaa, one of the sound I invented hybriding ‘Sigh’ and ‘Shit’! it sounds almost like ‘Say’.)

12 comments:

  1. *ahem*

    do I repeat my dialgue here?

    Beta duryodhan, yeh sab kya ho raha hai?

    So apna stud is looking for a babe.. And do I get to take gold with me? :D You can have the *curd*

    :D :D :D

     
  2. one of the worst posts I have read in my life!!

     
  3. Nirwa

    Congrats! Abe but look what i have got??? an anonymous comment! :O abe main toh superestaar ban gayaa. apni maa ko fone karke bataunga. aaj meri khusi kaa koi thikana nahi hai.

    thanks! :D for the curd.

    anonymous
    thanks mere dost! you just wait n watch. one day you will drop 'one of' and 's' and say that, 'yupp, this is the worst post i have ever read.'

     
  4. :D yet another milestone i must say! :P hehehe

     
  5. btw, twas good to find that mishti is a (fellow) Gawd! :D :-)

     
  6. mishti

    hehe! truly. i hope that they redefine 'milestone' my way.

    ohh, as often the case is, gawds dont know that they are gawds.

     
  7. something tells me that you are the only one who wrote this anonymous comments - just for kicks!

    main tujhe bahaut acche se jaanti hoon.. yeh pakka tune hi thoka hoga! :P

     
  8. Dhakkan

    abe mujhe toh yeh lag raha hai kee tune hee yeh comment likha hai. main bhi baht achhe se jaanta hun tujhe.

     
  9. hehe...
    like i said earlier...lots of learning,from your posts
    this time a lesson in vocabulary building....:)

     
  10. oh...by the way which 'reputed educational institution are you from'???

     
  11. gazal

    so am i a teacher of a teacher? sounds kool. you cud call me sir and i cud call u mam. wonderfool!

     
  12. gazal

    aah, dint read the other comment first time. apne college ka naam apne munh se lene ka paap main nahi kar sakta. i will give you some hints thou. actually just one hint. the year we enrolled we were 560 boys and 36 gals.