Its that time of the year when everything slows down…..the reason being the continuous downpour…..and all we indians need during thia season of rains is a cup of hot tea…and pakodas….☕☔?
We are in kolkata….BOSE HOUSE….a melody can be heard through the windows if this small yeh beautiful house….surely its Mr. Bose singing…..
Mana ke hum yaar nahi….Yeh sach hai ki pyaar nahi ….mana ke hum yaar nahi…..”
Mr. Ghosh: Arrey bijoy da…ki holo…aaj bahut shant lag rahe hain….subah ke koi chik chik nahi ki…..( Bijoy its strange that you aren’t roaming around shouting….why so quite today)
Bijoy: Chik chik (smiles) woh bhi hamesha yahi bolti thi…..
***FLASHBACK***
Ishwari: kitna chik chik karte ho bijoy!? (why do you speak so much bijoy?)
Bijoy: Toh aur kya karu….tumhare baba toh koi chance nahi chhodte Mujhe insult karne ka…? (what else can can I do….your dad keeps insulting me all the time)
I: ae mere papa ke baare mein Kuch nahi bolna…woh sabse acche hai…(no speaking ill of my dad….he’s the best)
B: bas yahi toh tumhara problem hai….tumhe unmein koi kami dikhti hi nahi……aami bokka….Jo tumhaare pyar mein pagal hu? (that’s exactly your problem…. He’s just perfect…. Its me who’s mad)
I: (to herself) pagal toh tum pehle se ho…..ismein mere pyar ki kya galti hai? (there is no doubt that you are mad)
B: kya bola tum…..kya bola?? (what did you say….come again)
*doorbell rings*
I: jaake dekho kaun hai…(just see whose there)
B: kaun hai subah subah sorvonash karne aa gaya….(who the hell has come so early in the morning)
Khatri: abbé bangali baba….tu phir yaha aa gaya….Yeh meri ishu ka ghar hai…..meri ishu ka? ( why are youhere again bijoy…..its my ishu’s house….)
I: kaun hai?……(sees khatri)…..tum??…aur Yeh ishu kisko bola…..ishu hogi Teri kaamwaali….main ma hu maa..? ( whose it…..you??….and no one’s ishu here …I’m maa)
K: maa hogi tu iss bangali ki…meri toh ghar waali hai…? (you might me this bangali’s maa…..but you are my would be wife…darl)
B: oye!! Ghar waali hogi…ghar waali hogi…..ghar waali kya hogi? (oh hello…..whose would be wife….what would be wife)
I: tumse toh ek dialogue thik se nahi bola jaata…..gadhe!!!? ( can’t utter a dialogue properly….ass)
K: hahaha…..maanti hai na…ki Yeh gadha hai….toh chup chaap shaadi kar le mujhse….tujhe khush rakhunga hamesha…(you agree he’s an ass right….then just marry me…I’ll keep you really happy)
I: khush?? Arre ja ja…khushi ki deafness bhi aati hai tujhe?( do you even know the deafness of happy?)
K: deafness???
B: array ishwari….
I: aeee main maa hu MAAAAA…..
B: arrey meri maa…deafness nahi definition hota hai…..(its definition)
I: haan wahi toh bola Maine…..bol be khatri aati hai tujhe??(ya whatever)
K: aati toh Teri yaad hai Darling…. Din raat sote jaagte bas tere hi baare mein sochta rehta hu..(you come to my dreams babe….all the time I keep thinking of you)
B: ae mister….zyada drama mat kar warna chori ke exam mein jail bhej doonga…(just stop it otherwise I’ll send you to jail…accusing you for theft)
I: exam nahi ilzaam hota hai…
B: haan Jo bhi ho…..chori ke ilzaam mein…..yaad rakhna….
K: bhai tu rehne De….ek baar tune CHORI kya bol diya…facebook..instagram….twitter…har jagah Teri acchi waali utaar rahe hai sab..???
(You better don’t speak of theft lad….there already a lot happening on social media…just bcoz u hv used this word once)
B: haan toh theek hai na….harassment ke case mein andar jaayega tu….khotri…(okh then….how about a harassment case)
K: its khatri..?….. .dekh ishu bahut ho gaya is juice can ka drama…..chup chap apne baap ko mana …aur karle mujhse shaadi…..warna woh chhote bakse waala raaz sable saamne hoga….(ishwari just marry me…otherwise the secret of the small box won’t be hidden anymore)
B: kaun chhota boxer??…..ishwari tum bachpan mein boxer thi??????..(ishwari you were a boxer)
I: hey bhagwaan…. Boxer nahi baksa….kab se keh rahi hu….kaan mein chameli ka tel daal lo…..par tum toh tum ho….(god!!…its box not boxer …didn’t I tell you to out some jasmine oil in your ears….but your impossible)
K: ae chameli ..ke aas paas bhi mat dikhna….bangali dhakkan….woh behen h meri….Haan?. (Stay away from jasmine she’s my sister..)
I: hey ishwar….. Uthaale Mujhe….??? (god plz kill me)
*doorbell rings…….ishwari darwaaza khol beta*
I: arrey nahi lagta hai papa aa gaye ….jaldi….tum dono peeche waale darwaaze se niklo…..jaldi karo………..aayi papa!!.. ( just get out of the back door you two….coming dad)
Mr. Tripathi: Arrey ishwari ek khushi ki baat batau…..humne tere liye ek bahut hi accha sanskari…..aur kamaau ladka dhoondh liya hai ……dixit hai woh log…..kal aa rahe hai tujhe dekhne……tayyar rehna!!! (Ishwari we’ve found a groom for you…they are dixits…he is a nice guy…they’ll be coming to see you soon… Be ready)
I: DIXIT????????
………..END OF PART 1………
P.S. The next part will be posted most probably by 5 April….till then…see ya!!