My name is Bibhutibhooshan Tripureshshar Bishaash. My daaknaam is easiyaar to remembaar and you can also call me Poltu Bishaash. My Marwaadi phrend in Kolkaata say that jaast because my name is bishaash, I don't hab to beliebe everybaady. I am alhways getting in traable like that.
I hab jaast shifted to Dilli phrom Kolkaata. Kolkaata is hvery nice plaice. Dilli is taaph! I hab joined phor my maastar digree in Dilli univaarsity. In the phew days hiyaar I hab many times phelt that I should raan ahway to Kolkaata.
Jaast yesterday this nice gaarl in class borrow a buuk phrom me and hwen I aks for it back, she say she nevaar borrow it. Ebhen nice gaarls in Dilli are taaph!
The day bephore thaat, I halp a blind man cross road and he is really pickpocket and he takes ahway my hwallet with 150 rupees and my licence. Ebhen blind men in Dilli are taaph!
The day bephore thaat, I am hwalking on phootpaath hwith many trees hwen a maankey jump down phrom tree, show me teeth and grab my jhaalmuri packet and raan ahway! Ebhen maankeys in Dilli are taaph!
Today I am sitting in DTC baas going to college. There is a maashimaa sitting next to me. I am jaast going to aks but she aks faarst. She is also phrom kolkaata and has bin in Dilli phor twenty phive iyaars. I rich college and see my mobile phone ees missing. Looks like the maashimaa in the baas saw chance and took it. Ebhen Bengaali maashimaas in Dilli are taaph!
Baaba re baaba! I cannot riks hiyaar anymore! I don't hwaant maastar digree phrom Dilli. Ebhen selling jhaalmuri in Kolkaata is bettaar!
Dilli is taaph!
(Note for the hassled Bengali reader: My parents are from Kerala, I grew up speaking Hindi in Dilli, studied and worked 14 years in Bengal and am married to an Andhraite from Dilli. I think that a full 50% of my mixed-up personality is Bengali. This story is not trying to make fun of you. It is making fun of me. However, you are hassled, so I apologize and ask you to make a resolution here and now- close the browser window and never come back to this address again)
(Dinkar's pencil sketch drawn over and colored on the computer by Aditi)
I hab jaast shifted to Dilli phrom Kolkaata. Kolkaata is hvery nice plaice. Dilli is taaph! I hab joined phor my maastar digree in Dilli univaarsity. In the phew days hiyaar I hab many times phelt that I should raan ahway to Kolkaata.
Jaast yesterday this nice gaarl in class borrow a buuk phrom me and hwen I aks for it back, she say she nevaar borrow it. Ebhen nice gaarls in Dilli are taaph!
The day bephore thaat, I halp a blind man cross road and he is really pickpocket and he takes ahway my hwallet with 150 rupees and my licence. Ebhen blind men in Dilli are taaph!
The day bephore thaat, I am hwalking on phootpaath hwith many trees hwen a maankey jump down phrom tree, show me teeth and grab my jhaalmuri packet and raan ahway! Ebhen maankeys in Dilli are taaph!
Today I am sitting in DTC baas going to college. There is a maashimaa sitting next to me. I am jaast going to aks but she aks faarst. She is also phrom kolkaata and has bin in Dilli phor twenty phive iyaars. I rich college and see my mobile phone ees missing. Looks like the maashimaa in the baas saw chance and took it. Ebhen Bengaali maashimaas in Dilli are taaph!
Baaba re baaba! I cannot riks hiyaar anymore! I don't hwaant maastar digree phrom Dilli. Ebhen selling jhaalmuri in Kolkaata is bettaar!
Dilli is taaph!
(Note for the hassled Bengali reader: My parents are from Kerala, I grew up speaking Hindi in Dilli, studied and worked 14 years in Bengal and am married to an Andhraite from Dilli. I think that a full 50% of my mixed-up personality is Bengali. This story is not trying to make fun of you. It is making fun of me. However, you are hassled, so I apologize and ask you to make a resolution here and now- close the browser window and never come back to this address again)
(Dinkar's pencil sketch drawn over and colored on the computer by Aditi)
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