| SimpleGal |
Posted
on 10-Jan-03 11:12 PM
This winter was a memorable one for me. I arrived in NYC 3 weeks ago, my head spinning from a day long qualifying exam in a subject that both fascinates and frightens me. My brother was away at work, so his friend came to pick me up at Port Authority. I breathed a sigh of relief and joy to be in....well, inarguably my favorite city.
"New York City! You are my savior!" I heard myself exclaim softly as the Greyhound Bus pulled into the terminal.
"Kya ho Simpy, timro face lai ta padhai le chadyam-chadyam pittera pathaeko jasto chha ni!" he snickered.
"Uff, of all the people he could send to pick me up, did it HAVE to be you?" I retorted, tongue-in-cheek, to Sam, my brother's friend. Sam is his Americanized name, according to him. But to me, it's the remnant of a cultural massacre.
He gave me his weird, funky, but loving laughter. "La ghar jaun, dactar saab. Coolie samaan bokna badhye....uh, I mean taiyyar chha." He laughed again.
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The mini-sajha jamghat, the kaleidoscopic descriptions of which abound in Oys bhai's thread, "NYC ko jha-jhalko."
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And of course, those late night discussions about the boys' obsession with chiseled faces and model-like looks!!
"Simps, chubby face keta haru lai suhaundaina hai?" one of them asks me.
"Tara keti haru lai ta both slim and chubby suhaunchha, haina ra?" adds another.
"You guys are SO superficial! I am SICK of this crappy topic. Hei bhagwan " is of course my usual response, after which, one of the boys invariably chants, "Simps now leaves the room to get some food. And to think over a lofty reply!" Everyone howles with laughter.
I love to eat when I'm home on vacation. I never thought of it, but perhaps I do use that food break to concoct a well, ummm...uhhh...reasonable and definitely rational rejoinder. Don't quote me on that, though! :)
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Speaking of eating, I just returned from a dinner with some friends. What was on the menu?
Momos.
"SimpleGal, you don't eat anything," she said, munching on some.
"Hoina yaar, mottaiyyo bhane barbaad chha," I responded, patting my gently bulging belly.
"Harey, kasto keti yo. Kei kha chhaina ajha moti bhaen re," added another.
"Chiseled face banauna hola ni!" is what I heard over roaring laughter.
"Whateva!" was my best come back line. :P
"Simps, you can do better than that," proposed a friend.
"How about, Sab ke haqeqat alag alag, Sab ke illusions alag alag hote hai," l shot out instantaneously.
I almost choked on the food.
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Such are the glimpses of my winter vacation.
In peace.
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