me: ta la la la - dialling sadque landline number
ring ring ! ring ring ! ring !
me: ta la la ... la ta la la
sarita: eloooooo
*she to be sadques ohsosupercool maid with onetoomany tattoo's on both hands, who be maintiang a record of getting pregnant once in 4 months, everytime she visits gaon - which isto be village, so aunty salima who to be to be sadques oh cho chweet and beautiful mum who makes bestestest biryani !!! and she to have got her operated - tsk tsk*
me: hello sarita - kaise hain - how you to be?
sarita: giggle giggle - ek min haan
me: giggle giggle
sarita: nowtopenmouth and scream - sadqueeeee rajaaak - phoneeeee
* saque razaak room to be on second floor, sarita to be on ground floor, stingy bori family refuse to install intercom system *
enter sadque father - uncle moiz(u.m)
u.m: hello *with accent*
me: err hello uncle, can i speak to sadque please
u.m: you can, but you may not
*me looking at celieng seeing some spot wondering what it to be, remembering it to be food, wondering how it to be there, me remembering saque father on phone, so me to say
me: err, heh heh * forced laughter * well then uncle, may i please speak with saque rezaak moiz moyye reshamwala - corniness galore
u.m: forced laughter - one moment * in accent again*
uncle moiz tonow warn me, tellin not to be outting lating into the night! he thinks me spoiling his ohsofuckedupreligious child
* now if u to have called sadque house more than once, u to be knowing what to expect now ... *
u.m: SADQUEEEEEEEE RAZAAAAAAAAAAAAk
* somewhere from some remote corner of sadques ohsonicenice house, part of which me designed - second floor only, ground floor to be hideous... aunty salima (a.s) - remember sadques mother .. gets onto the phone*
a.s: hellooo
me: err hi aunty ..
a.s: hello ravi .. how u to be ... polite talk and all and shamelessly ask when she to be making nice nice biryani
a.s: shetobe tired of feeding me biryani, but doll she tobe being she saying she make soon and calling me, and wanting metoeat more delicious food she tobe making
* maybe she and mandira mom to be meeting my mom who also to be making nice nice food when she to be cooking and they to be asking my mom why me tobe asking them for biryani and crabs all the time - mandira momtobe also making the bestest idli sambhar and crab * yummmmmmmmy
* now a.s to be doing chorus - SADQUEEEEEEEE RAZAAAAAAAAAAAAk*
*somewhere in background i to hear b.a - bhaiabdevali enter and hetobe sadques ohsonotniceverpainful *
* he to repeat * chorus - bhaiiiii SADQUEEEEEEEE RAZAAAAAAAAAAAAk*
me to start staring at celieng again and wondering what food it is, me staring at bedsheet and wondering what stain it is, unknowingly me to fondle - no no adjust myself and go talala ta lalala*
*after 10 mins of screaming and shouting*
me - talalala
* after 15 mins *
me - la la la
* finally sadque tobeanswering phone* *phew*
sadque: haaan bol
now sadque chorus - AMMMIII MUKoooooooooooooooh ! which tobe motherdearest please puttin down extension I have finally answerd the godamn call
NOTE - all the bori family dialect to be read out aloud in an earsplitting ..grating .. and penetratingly .. obstreperous tone !!!!me tobe suing sadquerazzakmoidmoyyedreshamwala who tobe living in greenbunglow with green gate with green door and a camouflaging green car for making me deaf*
me dreaming of green green money and unkowning fondling no no adjusting meself !!!
