Your Love Must Be Loud

April 23, 2008 at 6:44 pm 4 comments

Usually, declarations of love are always loud – the Dharmendra inspired parar don screams a “Ami chhat theke laphiye porbo bole dicchhi!” to his unrequited love; screen writers make their actors wait at the foot of balconies, at train stations, at temples, and on mountain peaks, waiting to tell their Principal’s daughter/Journalist lover/Best Friend’s wife/Bachendri Pal, respectively just how much they love them. A loud “I Looooooove You” always accompanies the mustard fields and bright red sarees (which flutter in the breeze) as LadyLove approaches her Romeo. The same words echo over and over again in K – serials, accompanied by a deafening sound if the hero confesses his feelings to the conniving, home-breaking vamp ( who smirks during the exchange), or by the shehnai if the 25 year old man tells the 22 year old woman (who then marry).  

Even the nervous stutter so magnificently, that what eventually leads to a rather mild declaration (as he mumbles to LadyLove that he’s done her home work for her, or some such thing), becomes such a production that quite a few knowing grins are exchanged at the end of the ordeal.

And when the caring husband whispers the three words into his dying wife’s ears, the soft words are definitive. And in a movie, they aren’t that soft either.

But at the entrance of Jadavpur University, on a cold and stormy evening, as I waited for a sister who said she was discussing a term paper, I overheard a conversation between a sari clad woman (naekasariwoman or NSW) and a moustached manboy(MoustacheBoy or MB), that directly contradicts my views.

MB: Ei, ami ebar transphar niye Malda chole jabo? Jai?

NSW: Hmph. Jao, na.

MB: Theek acchhe toh?

NSW: Bollam toh. jao na.

MB: Chole Jabo toh?

NSW: Haan, chole ja.

MB: Tui chaash je ami chole jai?

NSW: Na (giggles)

NSW’s friend giggles. MB’s moustache’s volume suddenly increases.

I call up my sister and tell her I’m dying in the car. She comes after ten minutes.

 Translations will be included as soon as I feel like including them.

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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. Sahana  |  April 24, 2008 at 6:26 pm

    BAHAHA, Bachendri Pal, LMAO!
    And poor poor Adt, you sat through NSW and MB? =[

    Reply
  • 2. ozonebaby  |  April 24, 2008 at 6:39 pm

    yepp. and I sat next to debuda who is intelectually challenged, and is also as verbally challenged as mohan da. in mohan da’s case, i can at least tell him that the godzilla doesnt exist….this guy would probably laugh at me if i told him that. i was so close to being a corpse…

    Reply
  • 3. Sahana  |  April 25, 2008 at 7:37 pm

    Mohon da thought Godzilla existed.
    I LOVE Mohonda. No really.

    Reply
  • 4. wanderer7  |  May 13, 2008 at 5:46 pm

    truth is not shy

    Reply

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