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Mother is ensuring that I always carry an antacid. People are treating me in such luxuries!! Man...

I am at home now. Yay Yay Yay...

No worries, no tension. Life can be so beautiful when you don't have to think about yourself and let your parents and friends take care of you. Yay Yay Yay...

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kaushik said…
Remember the common bengali totkas..

- Joaner Arok
- Zintach (not sure whether this is the spelling)
- Gelusil
- Pudin Hara
Shuv said…
METROGYL!!!!!!!!!!!!
kaushik said…
Hail the exclusive Bengali Disease - Aamasha..

A disease full of hope that my stomach is not upset just that my motions are not normal...
TheLadyLazarus said…
Do you mean to say you're in Cal???? You lucky BUM! I'm dying to go home too. : (
Sayantani said…
ghetu,
i'll be in cal in 2 weeks too...mamarbari-te...aro moja!

kaushik, shuv, how can you forget ishabgul? blasphemy!
Scout said…
man. i don't believe this discussion. bongs are crazy!

but i LOVED cal.
kaushik said…
Sayantani: Ishabgul is for young women and old women. Men just need food.

Scout: If you dont know Ishabgul is herbal laxative which sixty year old grandmom used to have everyday as sherbat.
Scout said…
kaushik: unfortunately i DO know that. it is popular among kashmiris too :)
Sayantani said…
kaushik,
stop getting on the macho high man! i'm yet to come across ONE woman who needs ishabgul!
Nautilus said…
I salute the scatological bongs!!! :-)

Bari jaccho ghetu...what fun!! I want my mommy!!! :-(
kaushik said…
Sayantani: I know its a hard to admit fact. We will leave at that..

Scout: I thought the Kashmiris would need it with all the amazing Gosht Biriyanis etcs
Scout said…
you bet they need it ;)
Shuv said…
ghetu is too disgusted to comment.
Shuv said…
3 bloody attempts to post a comment..pls remove the bloody word verification man!
TheLadyLazarus said…
Ghetu'r ki hoyechhe???
kaushik said…
Ghetu ektu ghetey.. He is at a very important crossroad of his life
Shuv said…
hahaha..i love this!! i think its time i had another drunken conversation with him...
Scout said…
i want to have ANY drunken conversation :(
Ghetufool said…
OK! i have given you all a grand comment. check my latest post. i know it was not right to comment...but i was aloof from the whole world. enjoying some precious time with my family...completely detached to the outer world. now i am back!!
Sayantani said…
ghetu!
you deleted that masterpiece of a post...which had my name in it (tho' always not in agreeable circumstances)...but that made it unique! why why why? now go write another masterpiece!
Scout said…
I AGREE WITH SAYANTANI
Shuv said…
bloody coward! censorship sucks!!!!!!
kaushik said…
Ghetu: Of all people I didnt expect you to chicken out like this. If people start deleting posts it would be chaos.

Come on cheer up. And stand by what you write.

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