pg’s been asking me how come i haven’t posted anything in ages… so here i go. nothing meaningful. in fact this post is downright puerile.
it started with a message from asif, with an ode to potty. a dumb question, but read the winning answer. personally, i read on the job. it explains why i spend three hours while i’m at it.
which reminded me of a bong poem taught to me by partho. i can’t find it anywhere, but it starts “maashi o maashi, pacha hashi”, and goes on to describe the aunty, an umbrella, an elephant and a mushroom. funny stuff. and both of us were solid drunk.
and then there was this japanese rhyme about a frog. as a fresher, i was asked to memorize, sing, and act it out. i still remember the words
kaeru no uta ga
kikoete kuru yo
gwa gwa gwa gwa
gero gero gero gero
gwa gwa gwa
get the pronunciation guide here, and a sound clip here.
yes… deep stuff.
ah…finally..you posted.
by the way..its..”mashi go mashi, pachche hashi”…my bong sentiments are deeply hurt by your misquotation…i think i need some first aid.
say, would you have some aqua vivre on you?
….he he…am back with my rants…
right… i got two syllables wrong… not bad, considering the fact it’s a strange language i was trying to transcribe… by the way, we have a new bong cook. come by, and you can wash down some hilsa with the aqua you asked for. unless that’s sacrilege too…
i’ll do that…the ancient ritual of consuming the estuarine fish is never sacrilege…