Haven’t you always wondered how “Americanisms” would sound like if they were translated literally to an average Indian on, say, the streets of NewDelhi (or elsewhere)?

Have a nice day! —– * Achcha din lo!

What’s up? —– *Uppar kya hai?

You’re kidding! —– *Tum bachcha bana rahe ho!

Don’t kid me! —– * Mera bachcha mut banaao!

Yo, baby! What’s up? —–* Beti Yo, uppar kya hai?

Cool man! —–* Thandaa aadmi!

Don’t mess with me, dude.—– * Mere saath gandagee mat karo, ek hustee.

Check this out, man! —– * Iskee chaanbeen karo, aadmi!

She’s so fine! —– * Woh itnee baareek hai!

Listen buddy, that chick’s mine, okay!?—– * Suno dost, woh choozaa mera hai, theek?

Hey good looking; what’s cooking? —– * Hey Sundari; kyaa pak raha hai?

Are you nuts? —– * Kya aap akhrot hain?

Son of a gun.—– * Bachcha bandook ka.

And the best one is…..

How do you do? —– * Kaise karte ho?

General Body Meeting…. —– *Saamanya Shaaririk Milan

C ya folks… —–(Dekhte hain doston) &

Keep in touch…… —– (Chhoote Raho…..)

Monday the Funday!

After such a long time, I had laughed so much in few hours. So yaay! It is a time to celebrate. Oh and yes, it is also my near and dear friend’s Birthday today, so guess it has all connected in some weird way. smiles. Happy Birthday my dear Saurabh .

Therefore, this is how it began. After a late lunch and a good time spent in optimizing my computer, I thought it was time to get out and go for a movie or something, with my younger sis. Her exams also recently got over. Therefore, we decided to go out and watch any damn movie, for the sake of watching it. Luckily we decided on Bluffmaster And like many other movies, besides what critics has to say, I liked the movie. Its light comedy with a good message. In addition, I enjoyed the twists and turns of the movie, not to mention the stud Mr. Abhishek Bachhan and not to forget the charming [my favorite] Ritesh Deshmukh. Both have done a nice job in the movie. Moreover, ever-great Nana Patekar has done a fabulous acting in both the sides of the role he is playing. So not getting too deep into the review of the film, I would simply move ahead and go on with my fun day:)

Watched the movie, laughed throughout the way back home. Before reaching home, we went to a patrol pump for a short de tour. And here the second fun started. The pump was full of people, as usual at 5 in the evening. We went in to a queue, where there were prolly two vehicles ahead of mine. By the time, the first vehicle moved and the second was about to take its place, an idiotic helmet-clad biker ‘uncle’ [weird, is not it?] cut the queue and rode directly pass me. Oh, I cursed him right then. The way he can hear, but he ignored it. Now in my mind I was still giving him a piece of my anger, my sister took his side saying, he might be in a real hurry, and he is probably going out of town as in his bike he filled patrol for like 250 Rs. She is obviously a positive thinker and an optimist, while I am not. So irritated as I was, I ignored and concentrated on his bike and him. Trust me, if I would have had fire power like buttercup in powerpuff girls, he would be all ashes by then. However, as if my cursing was heard by that unknown invisible entity called god, there was a small problem with that biker uncle. Because of his helmet, there was a miscommunication between the patrol-filling person and him. He actually wanted patrol for just 50 rs for his bike. All of us laughed aloud just as we heard the situation. Quite a few people also ended giving remarks, like “tit for tat” and all. He frustratingly had to put the bike aside and go off into the office to solve the matter, which resolved when he was forced to pay for the patrol he filled. In a very weird way, I also thought he deserved it.

Anyhow, went back home, after reaching I realize I still have time to send the cards and the book to Nemesis and Morpheous. To be precise, there was a Birthday greeting card for Morpheous and a Book+Greeting card, for Nemesis. I reached there at around 6, at the courier place, XPS. Sadly, I came to know that the courier van was already sent at 5:30 from there. Nevertheless, the guy at the desk, asked me to hurry and give him the parcels because he thought he might be able to catch the van in Ahmedabad city offices. The funny part was not his enthusiasm to send my parcels, but the fact that he knew me from somewhere. And mentioned it, but then shyly smiled and did not tell me when and where. I tried to remember the whole time, that how do I know him, as I also had a feeling I had met him before, somewhere. That guy was charming desk manager, with cute dimples. And he was nervous and shy in front of me, as he fumblingly started typing out the addresses. Oh, isn’t that a treat for a woman like me? Then his nervousness proved to be a trouble more than a charm. As he messed up addresses with parcels, names, and ever phone numbers. First, he could not understand what was being sent to kolkata [to Nemesis] and what was being sent to Bangalore [to Morpheous]. After a few mishaps, he succeeded in confusing me, about which card and book was going where! lol. But then I managed to shut him up and give him exact whereabouts. It was not enough, as then I realized he has messed with the addresses, and names of people. Nemesis’s real name had and exchanged vowel in it, And Morpheous’ name was converted to a female name. Although I confirmed the address once again, the name remained unchanged, as he had to leave the office soon to reach the parcel van. He almost forgot to even take money from me, after giving receipts the parcel IDs. Heck, I was smiling broadly and laughing all the while. He was too sweet to scold at, so I refrained from that. Then I just hope both the people get their real parcels. so yes, Morpheous and Nemesis, I know you both will be reading this, so if you receive wrong parcel, do sent it to each other, and save me the trouble. hehe.

Here is how the day ends, excluding the people who jumped in front my vehicle for the whole time I was outside. I was feeling like playing the game called “Anti-carmageddon” Where you are not supposed to kill the pedestrians but you are supposed to save them even while they run on the road, trying to be hit!

Yikes, a truly fun day, isn’t it?

Happy new year to All my readers:)

Brand new Resolution for the new year ….
….. ” 1024 x 768 pixels!! “

Happy Diwali and wishing a prosperous new year to everyone of you. This year the Rangoli that we created was that. Of course, after a busy day, we started creating it at 12 in night. And it ended up as a Starfish from an ocean! well, my dad thought we should have added three more paws to it, and make it look like an octopus!

Anyways, My personal contribution to this one was filling the colors, specifically the green color in the starfish and creating the whole “Happy new year”. We finished by three in the night, and well, had to get up early the next day [as in today!] as well.

… And what do i see in the morning… some naughty kid has messed up a small part of my rangoli. Specially the part i have created. He/she has removed “Y” from the very last line, and now that rangoli looks like a quote a plastic surgeon would use to congrat his accident patient who has his ear replaced!

“Happy new EAR!”

Ektz.

ps. Met a fellow blogger today. talked for an hour or so. the hilarious part is, we never get to mention the word “Blog” in our whole conversation!! hehe. Btw, Happy Birthday to you Percy, Again.

Well, I cant help being me, cant I?

So the silliness has to be there! Anyways, its been long that i talked about the silly happenings around me and my family&friends. And god knows why the list is as usually long enough when it comes to silly mistakes.

Starting of with my younger sister, Aagna, Who is the master of all the disasters. Thats precisely why We call her Barbaadi.com Of course I also have another friend, which is better[!] at that and we call her Mahabarbaadi.com but Anyways lets talk about my sister’s recent blunder right now. The Navratri nights, In Gujarat it has a real craze about it, and we are not an exception. Of course this year, due to a few reasons we couldnt manage to go out and dance[dandiya that is!] for more than a few nights but those were memorable ones anyways! Ofcourse my sister had a big role in making it more memorable.

It was almost 2am in the night, when we were going out of the party plot where the graba was held. I was with a scooterate i.e. Kinetic Nova, and there were other three vehicles in our group. On our way earlier that evening, I knew the patrol tank of my Nova was almost empty and it might just finish before we can reach a patrol pump. So I asked a friend of mine to bring some patrol in a bottle that he did on his way. After that we finished the garba, and went out at 2 am, ofcourse, as expected my nova did stop just as we were getting outta parking lot. Now I asked that friend, Pankaj to bring the bottle, so that we can fill up the tank and move off. He opened up the dikki of his vehicle and passed on the bottle [ it was a small 500ml Mirinda one] to aagna. Now as he was closing the dikki, my sister very gracefully opened up the bottle and took a large sip! Pankaj turned, and almost screamed, “Patrol!” My sister spit it out the next moment. For sometime there was a silence, and then we all burst into a big laughter.

Actually, Aagna thought that the bottle was filled up with water, and so after drinking the water the bottle will be empty and then they can go to patrol pump and bring patrol in it! Unfortunate to her, she didn’t know the arrangement was already made, thus she ended up with patrol in her mouth while she was trying to help. lol.

Of course, her explanation was the same, just added some facts to blame the enviornment and climate. She said it was dark and chill outside, and thus she couldn’t figure out the difference. She was also feeling very thirsty and cold thats why without thinking she just tried to drink. and etc etc. Lol. Whatever the explanation was, one thing for sure that we were sick to our stomachs with laughing on the whole way back to home!

yes, we rightaway did all we could, ice and all. But the burning sensations and heavy smell of patrol was still there on her clothes till a long time. Oh, she was such a sweetheart when she ended up saying that, the whole thing was positive in a way, as in beforehand she was feeling too cold, but then the burining sensations in her mouth were strong enough to make he distract from the chill!

I love her like hell!
Ektz

Humor is something inherent in our lives, but one need to have the eye for it. And its not the most happy ones that finds humor in everything, they are the most pained souls who could actually end up appreciating the humor in small things around. Again, its not that i’m one of them though! I still think I have a lot more remaining to experience. And also I kinda like being in angst. Not cause its a cool thing to do. Just cause, like desire and anger, it drives me to do things I wouldnt do otherwise. But well, thats a different matter of talk altogether.

The matter of this post is, Humor. In small things. Such as one hereditary decease in our family, of subconscious deafness. Oh, let me explain, Everyone of us can hear fine, until the time one is involved in doing something which requires a tad bit of concentration. Then there is a series of funny mishears of similarly pronounced words and phrases.

Like… my dad mishears “Suniel shettty” [a bollywood actor] for “surya Shakti” [solar power!] And gets quite amused that my mom is asking him to buy a Suniel Shrtty Cooker!!

Like … my sister mishears “Dining table” instead of “Line-in cable” And wonders why I need a dining table to listen to my favorite songs!!

Like… my mom mishears “Hotel” for a “Bottle” and is shocked that I want one!

Like… I mishear “Ceiling” For the word “Feeling”… and a line of my particular favorite love song, “… and I cant seem to get away this feeling.. “… turns into a weird scene.. as I start imagining the band has somehow stuck to the ceiling!

Thats all for now guys! made a lot of fun out of my family for the day! Well, there is a lot more remaining here for this list, but hey, you gotta wait for the best things in life!

Ektz.

Okay. I was tagged. This time the Tag is interesting enough though. Thanks Nithyananda For this one! Its a 55 words story tag! here it goes..

Story : Shattered!

“.. I’ve decided on death. Dont ask why!”

She sighed looking at the shattered glass on floor.