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...
Ha ha, yeah, that and the fact that we'd had some fun with the Café Coffee Day guys involving us ordering only water 'sachets' which they didn't have. :D
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.
NO! Not cheese! It always drips all over my fingers. Solid chicken. That's where it's at.
There's nothing to see in Chennai. You should sent them off somewhere.
Flower pot! They can see Flower Pot!
That, indeed, is a wonderful sight I'm sure...
Oh yes, it's all in the mind, you know!
No, that's pot.
Ha ha ha. This reminds me of a teacher in school who'd keeping asking 'bhere' everyone was.
:D We had a bugger who'd go "Respected taff and tudents!"
Marc: Ha ha, very funny!