Banter

Me: So, what do you want to do in ARBITS? Firstly, what do you think ARBITS does?
Jr.: Isn't it OurBITS? (Hand motion indicative of collective bonding and love)
Me: Association of Rock, BITS.
Jr.: Oh. (Awkward)
Me: Yeah.

(On the way to Pahadi, a small hillock)
II: Why did you do that?!
NS: Do what?
II: You just threw that (plastic) chips cover on the ground!
NS (With a wan smile): But it was... empty.
(II stares, stunned. Owned, actually)

Random Man (At the Ghatam): Matka kiske liye? Paani barte ho kya gharmi mein?

Me: Nahin, play karne ke liye. (He is confused)

Man (At my emergency fan): Yeh kya, heater hai kya? 

Me:  Nahin, fan hai. Battery mein chalta hai, Bijli se nahin. (Though batts were recharged by power from socket)

Man: Oh Badiya... Kahan se ho? 

Me: Chennai.

Man: Something something Baap kya kaam something something?

Me: Vey NIT Trichy mein professor hai..

Man: Accha, NIT Trichy...

Me: Aap k-k-kaun...? (Yeah, I had completely exhausted my Hindi capabilities)

Man: Oh you dont know me? Im your supree, superintendent... You don't know me?

Me (standing up): Oh! good afternoon sir.

Man: Arey, koi baat nahin... (Leaves with a smile, and later to himself) He doesn't know me...

Me: FIFA '11 sucks dude. I still swear by FIFA '98.

Venky: FIFA '98 has a key in the keyboard for everything. '11 is for pros.

Me: Your mom.

Venky: Why my mom?

Me: Because my life is bro.

Venky: Your life is what? (Not-worth-continuing-this-conversation-face) 

Me (smug): We should record these. Profound stuff, you know.