Palse Report!
Today, when we were at the Connemara Public Library, Pipe encountered a family from Jharkhand. They’d come to see the Museum, which is closed on Fridays. The following conversation ensued: (in Hindi, unless otherwise specified)
Dad: Why is the Museum closed?
Pipe: *shrugs, shows hands with palms out*
Dad: What is this? (pointing to pumpkin broken on the road inside the Museum campus for festival)
Pipe: That’s a pumpkin. In Tamil Nadu, they sometimes break pumpkins to celebrate festivals.
Dad: (obviously, very puzzled) [en anglais] Why are they wasting begetables? *shakes head*
Pipe: *shrugs*
*conversation in Hindi*
The family now wants a photograph in front of the Museum Theatre. Pipe is going to take the photograph.
Following conversation in English unless otherwise specified.
Kid: [in Hindi] Film over! Camera full!
Dad: How many photos?
Kid: Thutty-six!
Dad: (to Pipe, obviously trying hard to speak English) How many?
Pipe: Sometimes you can get 37.
Dad: (whacks kid on head) Palse Report! How many photo?
Pipe: There’s 35. (shows monitor showing 35)
Dad: (whacks kid on head) He alway give Palse Report!
*later*
Dad: Where are places to see in Madras?
Pipe: Uhh, beach?
Dad: Already seen. Next?
Pipe: Umm, Valluvar Kottam?
Dad: Flower pot, eh?
Palse is pronounced between Palse and Balse. Photo is pronounced nearly Bhoto. Nice bunch, that pumpkin question is good. Also, I hope they managed to get to see something in Madras. And no offence, but they’re crazy funny, you know?
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LOL…
ouch. So that’s why you guys were all smiley when I saw you at Egmore…
Comment by Isha — October 19, 2007 @ 11:31 pm
Ha ha, yeah, that and the fact that we’d had some fun with the CafĂ© Coffee Day guys involving us ordering only water ’sachets’ which they didn’t have. :D
Comment by roshan.george — October 19, 2007 @ 11:33 pm
Oh my… That reminds me of Utsav (for which you incidentally did not show up - tsk tsk!) where Prashant had just about enough coupons for two of Frankie’s extra cheeses.
Comment by Isha — October 19, 2007 @ 11:36 pm
NO! Not cheese! It always drips all over my fingers. Solid chicken. That’s where it’s at.
Comment by roshan.george — October 19, 2007 @ 11:46 pm
There’s nothing to see in Chennai. You should sent them off somewhere.
Comment by Marc — October 20, 2007 @ 12:45 am
Flower pot! They can see Flower Pot!
Comment by roshan.george — October 20, 2007 @ 1:19 am
That, indeed, is a wonderful sight I’m sure…
Comment by Isha — October 20, 2007 @ 1:28 am
Oh yes, it’s all in the mind, you know!
Comment by roshan.george — October 20, 2007 @ 1:55 am
No, that’s pot.
Comment by Marc — October 20, 2007 @ 2:18 pm
Ha ha ha. This reminds me of a teacher in school who’d keeping asking ‘bhere’ everyone was.
Comment by Arundhathi — October 20, 2007 @ 3:56 pm
:D We had a bugger who’d go “Respected taff and tudents!”
Marc: Ha ha, very funny!
Comment by roshan.george — October 20, 2007 @ 8:29 pm