Sane? I Think Not.

Sid and I having one of our endless funny/sarcastic/bitchy gossip sessions.

Me: -censored chotay bhai ka naam- ki pronunciation boht behtar ho gai hai.

Her: NAI. Aj Mama ko kehta hai "Chumistrry ki class nai li".

Me: WHAT?! Jaan ke bola ho ga.

Her: Acha? Bula ke puch le.

I call chota bhai. We shall label him 'H'.
Sid whispers in my ear "US SE PUCHNA US NE AJ KAUNSI CLASSES NAI LI".
I stare at her and say "Oh-kay".

Me: Aj tumne kaunsi classes nai li?

Apparently, this was too much for him to understand and he stared and then shook his head and went "VUT?!"

I politely ask again. He stares and repeats his 'VUT?!'.

Sid, exasperated, rolls her eyes and literally shouts the question at him. He can't figure out why the fuck we care, and much confusion ensues. Finally we get him to understand the what, why, how (much lying to cover up the real reason) and he says the word in question. Or the pronunciation of.

Sid looks smugly at me as soon as he goes out the door thinking we're (poor little us) very retarded.

Sid: Dekha?!

Me: Kya? Sahi to bola tha.

Sid: WTF WOMAN, GALAT BOLA THA US NE!

Me: Pagal ho? Sahi bol ke gaya hai!

Sid: Your hearing is BLINDED by love!

*pause*

Me, very quietly: ...deafened by love.

*pause*

much snorting and wild laughter ensues.