(I was going to college in an auto…a fat *sweaty* man gets in 3 minutes before we reach jadavpur plastering me between himself and the huge pokey bag of another humongous man…as a result I sit crouched in an awkward position with my knees knocking together…but since we were very near the destination I decided to stoically bear it until the fat man started scratching his thigh obscenely…exactly postioning himself so that his sweaty elbow brushed against my neck…)
me: dada ektu shore boshoon na…
( I must mention that you could fit an elephant in the gap between his outspread legs…he was sitting verry comfortably oblivious to my tinned-sardine condition)
fat sweaty moron: kothaye shorbo? Jaygata--
me: apni kirom kore boshechhen ar ami kotuku jayga niye boshechhi dekhoon…
fsm: uff! Ei apanara na auto-te uthben na, bujhechhen toh… meyeder je grumblegrumblegrumble
(I feel a mushroom-shaped smoke cloud unfurling inside me)
me (screaming @ the top of my voice): EKDOM BAJE KOTHA BOLBEN NA! KI BOLECHHI APNAKE? EKTU TOH SHUDHU SHORE BOSHTE BOLECHHI…IDIOT..MORON
(at this point the auto driver stops and turns around with gol-gol chokh)
me (unstoppable as a hurricane): ADDHEK AUTO JURE UNI BOSHE THAKBEN AR ONNYO SHOBAIKE ONAR KONUER GUTO SHOJJHYO KORTE HOBE…
(the other man—who was dumbstruck awhile—makes conciliatory noises and almost immediately we reach jadavpur where the routed villain scurries away as the victorious queen imperiously descends from her chariot…clad in shorts she stomps all the way to the old alma mater daring another lowly mortal to cross her path…which, much to her disappointment, doesn’t happen)
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3 comments:
HAHAHHAHAHHA, ok you rock too.
Whoa! That's good. These old geezers should be ticked off.
*blush* thankoos! :)
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