My parents are no first-class at arguing. Being loyal bongs, they argue in bengali-my father in the spic-and-span lingua franca ornamented without Bengali gaalis ( snigger not you foul creatures ) and my mother in Bengali accented grammatically prim and proper *Bengali*, etched with rapid flow of Bengali realism. I exaggerated one and jotted them down here (with my panicky parents’ consent) proving when it comes to arguing…what idiots even my parents are.
Mother: “Shono, ghore eto chhoto chhoto poka bhorti, kotha theke je ashe!”
Father: “Toh eta’i to oder thaka’r jayga, r onno kothaye thakbe?”
Mother: “Tumi kichhu korte paro na egulo ke niye? Ektu marte paro toh dekhte pele! Jain der moto Ahinsa’r natok koro jottoshob.”
Father: “Ami ki korbo! Tumi erom boka’der moto kotha bolona. Hitler image ta noshto hoye jaye tomar”
Mother: “Maane ki? Chhele bole’i ghorer kono kaaj korbe na! Ete’i bojha jaye kotota male tyrannized society amader…jotoshob chauvinism tomar.”
Father: “Dhur. Eto boka boka kotha bolo na to. Areh baba,din’er sesh’e ora to Poka, naki? Onyo’r bari dokhol korbe eto buddhi thakle r Poka hoye thakto na ora,emni’i chole jabe,oto chinta koro na…” *elevates a disgruntled sigh and gives up*
Mother: *looks at me* Hoyechhe! Shunli? Abar ami naki boka boka kotha boli.. Peace maaro bujhle! (winks, as she has learnt this from me)
Father: *laughs*. End of the argument.
Darn. See? This proves why I am such a nikkamma at arguing. (But I am better than my parents.)
P.S: Yes,I either update nonsense or nothing at all …my blog,my rules!