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Post by punkra2000 on Oct 1, 2008 19:00:24 GMT
I
1) pay some kid to honk the horn on my parked car outside the windows
2) stand behind a running lawnmower to relive the memories of riding around in an autorikshaw
3) record myself screaming "main naii schooley jaaaana" in a kid's voice, followed by female voice screaming "double roti khaley...mera putt"
and leave that running on repeat
4) more recordings this time screaming "....moooli moooli...gobi leley....leley gobi leley mooli leley pyaaj leleyyyy baiiiiiii" (set to baethoven's 9th symphony)
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Post by Ghost... on Oct 1, 2008 19:30:28 GMT
hahahaha..
aloo liyo, kareleh liyo, tamtarrr liyo...
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Post by punkra2000 on Oct 1, 2008 19:52:50 GMT
you gotta try this one man,
get some red n blue plastic containers (large hideous ones)
some lawn chairs...sit on the front porch with your best mate...cut them vegetables while talking loudly...as soon as someone comes walking by..
switch suddenly to whispering and point at the passer by using just your eyebrows....
the experience of being a punjabi middle aged bored housewife realized
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Post by Ghost... on Oct 1, 2008 22:08:07 GMT
dude, i love this stuff...
pull out the sewing machine (start sewing the salwars that need adjustment for cousin Happy's wedding in Bhogpur) turn tv louder cos you cant hear it over machine noise..then gossip louder than tv..then call massi in Phagwara to check she has the "sets" ready....
why do they shout when making over-seas call?
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Post by punkra2000 on Oct 1, 2008 22:13:25 GMT
cuz punjabi people are still skeptical (more than hundred years after graham bell stole the plans for telephone design from the US patent office) of the power of telephones......
farther somebody is geographically, the louder you have to talk...
you ever hear them talk to the aunty down the street on the phone...they are practically whispering
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Post by Ghost... on Oct 1, 2008 22:24:52 GMT
hahaha..
you know whats wicked..
over the phone when they are gossiping, as if third party can hear them, they whisper, loooll..
auntiyan are nutters.
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Post by punkra2000 on Oct 2, 2008 0:15:11 GMT
transcript of an aunty on the phone:
aaho...tey mein ohnu keha...ki..sada ki lehna dehna haiga...assi kadi naii pucheyaa...dekho....je aglaa sahi bolda (loud)...ferr aggon tuhanu pata hi eh...jo ennaney.....haan .burrr burrr burrrr burrrrrrr baljinder...burrrr...burrrrr...ohdi bharjaiiii..burrr burrrr burrrrr (whispering)...ohna socheya agla baar baitha ohnu ki pata....burrr burrr....roparh waali kothi de paper....burrr burrr burrrr...sassss wachari manjay tey...hain...burrrrr burrrrr ......naaaam naa leh ohda mere aggey (loud)
its like watching an action thriller drama on a 500 watt surround sound system
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Post by Ghost... on Oct 2, 2008 13:57:45 GMT
hahahahaha, nigg that is so true!
exalt!
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Post by punkra2000 on Oct 2, 2008 18:55:27 GMT
nigg ultimate experiences
wear button down shirt with slacks and ride around on a bike in your neighborhood
hire a 13 year old mexican kid to make tea at your house and call him raamu
dont waste time standing at the sink while brushing your teeth.....use that precious time to take a walk and say good morning/kiddhaaan to your gorey neighbours
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