milk (milluk)
assalamu alaikum :)
bismillah.
its 11.45 and im driving home from work. relieved that the day is over, and realizing that tomorrow is going to another long day, i just want to go straight home and relax. and then the phone rings. the caller id displays "home." immediately my brain triggers "DO NOT PICK UP." what do i do? i answer.
me:salamalaikum ami ji.
mom: SALAMALAIKUM ATIF?!?!
me: haan ji ami ji, its atif.
mom: OH HELLO ATIF??!?!??!
me: AMI, haan ji its atif!
mom: oh, acha, acha, teri avaaz naye aundi (i cant hear you.)
me: okay, but dont yell.
mom: acha, kar dood naye haiga. (okay, we dont have milk at home)
me: ami ji, its almost 12, plus its cold and rainy. can we not make it through the night?
mom: bachiyan ney dood peena hain, tay main subha chaa peeni hain.(the kids it, plus i need it for chai in the morning)
me: mannnnn
mom: oye, 'man man' na kar! chal, sun, randall tay dood sale tay hain: do gallon chaar dallar day. tay naal bread vi laikay aye. (don't 'man man' me! listen, its on sale at randalls for two for 4 dollars. get bread while youre at it,)
me: okay, okay.
mom: pulli na! (dont forget)
and so goes the story of my life...
sheik speare.
bismillah.
its 11.45 and im driving home from work. relieved that the day is over, and realizing that tomorrow is going to another long day, i just want to go straight home and relax. and then the phone rings. the caller id displays "home." immediately my brain triggers "DO NOT PICK UP." what do i do? i answer.
me:salamalaikum ami ji.
mom: SALAMALAIKUM ATIF?!?!
me: haan ji ami ji, its atif.
mom: OH HELLO ATIF??!?!??!
me: AMI, haan ji its atif!
mom: oh, acha, acha, teri avaaz naye aundi (i cant hear you.)
me: okay, but dont yell.
mom: acha, kar dood naye haiga. (okay, we dont have milk at home)
me: ami ji, its almost 12, plus its cold and rainy. can we not make it through the night?
mom: bachiyan ney dood peena hain, tay main subha chaa peeni hain.(the kids it, plus i need it for chai in the morning)
me: mannnnn
mom: oye, 'man man' na kar! chal, sun, randall tay dood sale tay hain: do gallon chaar dallar day. tay naal bread vi laikay aye. (don't 'man man' me! listen, its on sale at randalls for two for 4 dollars. get bread while youre at it,)
me: okay, okay.
mom: pulli na! (dont forget)
and so goes the story of my life...
sheik speare.
posted by sheikspeare at 2/02/2005 01:11:00 AM
16 Comments:
lol...ur blog amuses me. with you, there's never a dull moment, huh?
fi amanallah.
Haha this blog is awesome. So entertaining...
is it really dood? wouldn't it be duDD?
Haha
She didnt ask for'ganday and aloo'this time?
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my beloved goldi, we pronounce milk like "should." its hard to spell punjabi in english, so yes, maybe youre right.
aww..moms are cute mashallah :)
i always say haan ji and my uncles think its the funniest thing..wierdness.
enchanted
lol...if u didnt translate that in english i would not have understood itt...lol (dont man, man me! lol)
2
ahh yess the late night trips to the grocery store just so our moms can have chai in the morning
obedience to your parents is full of rewards. nice going. may Allah swt reward you for your late-night trips to the grocery store for milk and bread. Ameen. :D
atif: you're exactly right. duDD = [d]ould.
guy I just read your parents wedding story.
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. (odd thing is, Jaysh [characterized by many as spoiled american brat]says his parents' marriage was the same)
'lifting bricks for the larkis'
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH
LOL. I can't remember the last time I laughed so hard. My mum says the dont man man me thing aswell,except its in gujji and she pronounces man as men.
Saima
why are there so many teenyboppers flirting with you via comments?
oh dang...i learend punjabi woohoo! heh.
cute convo with ur mom.
-Sidrah
hehe, this blogsite is too dam funny. in addition to 'dont man, man me' i get 'im not a man, do i look like a man to you!?'
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