I have a Tantra T-shirt with exotic street food printed down the front. Amidst comments about me being a walking menu, and why prices were not mentioned, each of which I countered, Su had the last say: "To saaley tu kya T-shirt khayega?"
"I'm just a regular guy, not a gaaye!"
(Imagine background music: Moooooo)
***
Seated on the couch, Aloo Sr. asked YouC, "Macha, if you're going there, mere liye ek Puri lekar aa."
YouC looked down the container and replied with revered innocence, "Idhar to aadha hi bacha hai!"
I admonished, "Saaley! Puri mange the, tu aadhi de raha hai?"
***
Arriving at office on a Saturday morning, I saw an addition to the Royal Enfield family in the parking lot.
Later when we went out for lunch, and I had made everyone suffer for having taken me along, I finally said in retrospect, "I probably shouldn't crack so many PJs. If someone finds a gun, there are enough Bullets at office."
"I'm just a regular guy, not a gaaye!"
(Imagine background music: Moooooo)
***
Seated on the couch, Aloo Sr. asked YouC, "Macha, if you're going there, mere liye ek Puri lekar aa."
YouC looked down the container and replied with revered innocence, "Idhar to aadha hi bacha hai!"
I admonished, "Saaley! Puri mange the, tu aadhi de raha hai?"
***
Arriving at office on a Saturday morning, I saw an addition to the Royal Enfield family in the parking lot.
Later when we went out for lunch, and I had made everyone suffer for having taken me along, I finally said in retrospect, "I probably shouldn't crack so many PJs. If someone finds a gun, there are enough Bullets at office."
