D-E-B-A-D-I-T-Y-A are you?
Many moons ago we were assaulted by a pint sized rice cake from mainland china. Where she came from exactly, no body knew but one fine Presidency morning saw a bible carrying Wendy enter our sanctum sanctorum (read the union room). There amidst the general rubble of elections won and lost ,towered our very own Debaditya. I wasnt there at that time but I have on good authority that when rice cake met our errmmm chicken legs it was love at first sight.
Thus began the hours of Bible lessons.No Englissss , she spoke none, understood even less.Within days she had been catapulted into instant stardom. College tours started mentioning ...'ei dekho, eta baker lab, ota promoder canteen, oi boshe acche Bhetki da, ar ei amader Wendy!" As rice cake invaded promoder canteen I remember a desperate Chicken Legs with ' you have got to help me!!!' and i did , with my best practiced Cantonese I went up to her evilness and said..' hello, thank you, pass me the salt, no snakes please..we are Buddhists" ( Translated ) She looked up at me with trusting eyes and said ' Soyee, oni speeeeeek Mandarin'.I gave up, dont be surprised.. have given up for much less.
She would often be seen in the room next to the canteen ..difficult since all grave political discussions would be carried out there, the future of Presidency College and we believed the whole of Bengal was at stake. My cynical senior came into the room and said ' ebar ki chairman Mao er shatheo IC korte hobe?' Chicken Legs would wish that the ground would open up and he could do a Sita on everybody.
Almost half a year, thats how long she lasted.No mean feat, considering she had even called up his father and asked ' D-E-B-A-D-I-T-Y-A are you?' the shocked man , i believe, said ' ki oshhobhhotami hochhe???' and slammed the phone down. I dont blame him.
She left almost as suddenly as she appeared. With no forwarding address. All that was left was a Wendy inspired Chowmein ala Promod da. There was a sense of relief for a while ' phew !! the spy has left us' Then we did miss her, in a place where everyone says that they understand you , it was a relief when someone didn't . Chicken legs missed her I am sure, and even in Delhi while at Paratha Gali he would dunk his parathas in Chings chilly sauce and think of her.
Amen..
Many moons ago we were assaulted by a pint sized rice cake from mainland china. Where she came from exactly, no body knew but one fine Presidency morning saw a bible carrying Wendy enter our sanctum sanctorum (read the union room). There amidst the general rubble of elections won and lost ,towered our very own Debaditya. I wasnt there at that time but I have on good authority that when rice cake met our errmmm chicken legs it was love at first sight.
Thus began the hours of Bible lessons.No Englissss , she spoke none, understood even less.Within days she had been catapulted into instant stardom. College tours started mentioning ...'ei dekho, eta baker lab, ota promoder canteen, oi boshe acche Bhetki da, ar ei amader Wendy!" As rice cake invaded promoder canteen I remember a desperate Chicken Legs with ' you have got to help me!!!' and i did , with my best practiced Cantonese I went up to her evilness and said..' hello, thank you, pass me the salt, no snakes please..we are Buddhists" ( Translated ) She looked up at me with trusting eyes and said ' Soyee, oni speeeeeek Mandarin'.I gave up, dont be surprised.. have given up for much less.
She would often be seen in the room next to the canteen ..difficult since all grave political discussions would be carried out there, the future of Presidency College and we believed the whole of Bengal was at stake. My cynical senior came into the room and said ' ebar ki chairman Mao er shatheo IC korte hobe?' Chicken Legs would wish that the ground would open up and he could do a Sita on everybody.
Almost half a year, thats how long she lasted.No mean feat, considering she had even called up his father and asked ' D-E-B-A-D-I-T-Y-A are you?' the shocked man , i believe, said ' ki oshhobhhotami hochhe???' and slammed the phone down. I dont blame him.
She left almost as suddenly as she appeared. With no forwarding address. All that was left was a Wendy inspired Chowmein ala Promod da. There was a sense of relief for a while ' phew !! the spy has left us' Then we did miss her, in a place where everyone says that they understand you , it was a relief when someone didn't . Chicken legs missed her I am sure, and even in Delhi while at Paratha Gali he would dunk his parathas in Chings chilly sauce and think of her.
Amen..
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