This is in the lounge in domestic terminal of Kolkata airport.
I asked one of the young guys working in the lounge “Ei, etar maaney ki?” (What does this mean?)
The poor lad looked at the label, measured me up and said “Aamio ingraji bhalo bujhi na Sir”!! He pleaded his English was as weak as mine! But nonetheless, he addressed me as “Sir”.
Mightily amused, I returned to my table with a resolution that from now on, it is going to be only factory made potatoes for me !!!
Good start to this morning…
… what I am moved by is not the fact that dogs keep marking their territory by peeing every twenty yards or so, but by the fact that they have enough foresight and bladder control to keep enough in reserve to keep doing so …
If I were to follow the same methodology, unfortunately, my kingdom would be a single, modest size blob on the ground 🙂
Laying down in bed, I made the mistake last night of checking Whatsapp. Sure enough, all the different groups were engaged in all sorts of political fights. One group – I think it was my MBA class group – or might be my engineering college hostel (dorm) group – was engaged in a discussion (I use the word mildly) about job creation in India under their favorite party’s rule.
Ever the sucker for factoids, I thought I should get a picture of what has been India’s overall job growth over a longer period of time – say two to three decades. So, I punched in “job growth in India” into Google search on my phone and this is what I got in my very first page results…
You cannot make these things up!! The articles by the same website were barely 20 days apart!!
I did the mental math. I had only two glasses of wine last night. So, it was not me.
I just put the phone back on the charger and went off to sleep.
Apparently, you folks have found a new organ in our body.
Let me get this straight – you have been performing surgery on us for over a hundred years – I mean literally cutting us open every which way – millions of us over the years – and sometimes even leaving knives and tools inside forcing you to cut us open again and NOW you say there might be another organ?????
What? The organ was playing hide and seek with you all these years or what?
No wonder you call your professions “practice” 🙂
P.S. This is a joke. Don’t take this seriously. I still need to visit you for all the known organs that hurt me 🙂
We, the poor Bengalis, have been denied of a “V” in our scripts. It is usually replaced with a “B”. Much to the chagrin of every non-Bengali! For all of you know, we were destined to be the “Vengalis” till God’s proofreader forgot to put in the letter “V” in our script! Other than that peculiar accent of ours, it can also land us in some very interesting situations – especially in a country like the USA.
For example, I recently overheard an indignant daughter yelling on her phone to her mother – “CVS? Why would you think I have applied for a job to CVS? I am studying Journalism, mother! I have applied to CBS. “C” “B” “S” – the news channel”.
“Oh”!, said the mother as I shimmied away to another room before I could be spotted overhearing the conversation.
I am not suggesting that this happened in our house.
But then again, I am not expressly denying it either 🙂