conversations

(everybody is discussing babe and our general carnivorous nature...particularly in view of the lunch we had just had comprising topshe machh bhaja, panthar mangsho and chilli chicken)
me: a cousin of mine became a veggie after watching the movie
isha: ragini quit pork
(murmur of general disapproval)
srin: uff amar ki lobh lagchhilo...
everybody : ?!
srin: han...cinemata dekhte dekhte amar bhishon shuor khete ichhe korchhilo (slurps disgustingly)


(okay, this is a 2nd hand report, so parties concerned correct me if i'm wrong...scene: a certain restaurant)
g: there is something in between my legs
(she meant the leg of the table they were sitting at)


(we were discussing kaichudi's horrendous and unspeakably disgusting book called 100 things to do with a dead cat)
kaichudi: i saw the book at this second hand book shop and i thought what kind of person would write it...(pause) so i bought it

PS: for those beset by the folly of false bravado like NC, do not attempt to look at the book and then regret it for the rest of your life...it has got colour prints of dead cats made into unspeakable 'things')

PPS: by unspeakable things i do not mean the unmentionables...you see, i was not depraved or stupid enough to agree to look into the book


(part of a coversation overheard near ju)
unknown person (walking briskly down the pavement with a friend): amar baba bollo: dekho, ami tomake onek ghentechhi...


(in one of those innumerable extra classes i regularly attend)
prof (to a late submitter): ki chand, etodin kothay chhile?