The Argumentative Bengali


This May would make it my 5th year of knowing the "Argumentative Bengali", the man who taught me how to be insufferable, how to refine tongue in cheek humour and how to come day in, day out, and out of the sheer love one has, keep taking it...
We met very recently, and he again had to take a lot of "love" from all of us, but he always does nad boy did he have a story....

The story begins with a cousin of his asking him: "Bhai to itna khush kaise rehta hai"

at which point he looked at us and said: Ab isko kaise bataoon main kaise khush rehata hoon, daru peeta hoon, charas peeta hoon, ye poochta hai main khush kaise rehata hoon.

Girlfriend gift bhejti hai.....GHAR ke address par, apna perfume lagakar......aur log poochtey hain main daru kyun peeta hoon...

jiske haath wo gift nahi lagna chahiye, wahi mujhe phone karke kehta hai ki tera gift aaya, khushbu waala...aur log poochtey hain ki main charas kyun peeta hoon...

Ab batao...main ussey kyaa boloon, main itna khush kyun rahta hoon..
Truly said, at some point in our life, it just is not possible to maintain our sanity just by ourself..

Dedicated to the Director...

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  1. Tushar KaliaMarch 1, 2011 at 12:16 AM

    ahahaa...this ones crazyyy n as i was reading it, i could soo imagine baba actly saying all that (cz he did aswell, last week or so)..lol..thats totally baba for you..unleashed(that also we've seen though) ;)!!..in short soo absofuckinlutely babish!!

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  2. Tushar KaliaMarch 1, 2011 at 12:17 AM

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  3. Tushar KaliaMarch 1, 2011 at 12:20 AM

    N BTW THAT IS LIKE THE MOST APT PIC EVER!! CZ BABA HAS HAD THAT CHEM BOMB IN THE SAME POSITION FROM ME!! lol..courtesy first year, crazyy 15-C!!
    ask chowdhad the witness for details!! ;)

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  4. RaphaelMarch 1, 2011 at 12:21 AM

    HAHAHHAHAHAHAh, i know, tabhi to ye pic daali hai

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  5. RaphaelMarch 1, 2011 at 12:21 AM

    aur hamaara baba hai hi itnaa pyaara

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  6. ArijitMarch 1, 2011 at 12:36 AM

    @BEAST: Dude RESPECt....

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  7. Madhur BhargavaMay 18, 2011 at 12:44 PM

    ha ha ha ha ha ha !!!

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