Me: are you free on saturday? shall we meet some fellow bloggers?
Mentalie: eh? can't hear you? Who should we meet?
Me: Arre, fellow bloggers....spaz kumari ...
Mentalie: who? Can't hear you properly.
Me (screaming): ...arree... AND SAALE BHEHNCHOD YA.
I hear a gasp from the back. It's our new accountant. A nice Gujarati man. It's his first day. And I think his last. Because he just shifted his chair away from me. And is now furiously discussing something with my partner as I write this.
Damn.
12 comments:
Get a bawa accountant. They are honest, good with the books AND will not only tolerate listening to swear words, they will happily join in.
He must've choked on his khandvi he was secretly munching.
haw :O hit the panic button!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
CC has a point. Let us know when Gujju uncle leaves, won't you? Just want to see how long he lasts :D
HAWHAWHAWHAWHAWHAW!!!
Can't think of anything else at this one.. ROFLMAO!
HAWHAWHAWHAWHAWHAW!!!
This exact conversation happened in the train when I was talking to Spaz Kumari. An old Catholic lady slowly inched away from me and clutched her rosary very protectively :D
lol :D
he never did tell us just WHY he's called Saale Behnchod.
also i don't think she reads my blog ya.
your gujarati accountant's heart attack may have been in vain. :)
Lol:D
LOL you are scandalising people at your office ;) ask saale bhenchod to help with accounts if your accountant leaves :P
Is he gone? :D
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