early morning conversation between two sober sane serious studious friends intent on preparing for the next day's exam....

cass : i was told bhogoban hishi korle brishti pore...*it rains when the good lord maketh water*

babel : eeew!!!

cass : na seriously that’s what they taught me as a kid.

babel : i think my parents balked at the thought of saying such an offensive thing to their incorruptible innocent daughters and simply told us that it rains when the big man upstairs cries

cass : well, the best thing I ever heard was that when it rains it means god’s defrosting his fridge

babel : hey that’s nice. unless of course he’d kept aasnthe maachh *smelly fish* in it in the first place.

cass : eeeeeew!!!

babel : i have a feeling after this conversation we’re not going to want to step out in the rain for a few days.

cass : haan butbut imagine peeing for forty days!

babel : maybe he had a bladder retention problem.

cass : maybe he’s sitting up there laughing himself off his chair.

babel : or he’s going, where’s my thunderbolt? lemme strike these blasphemers down this minute!

cass : well depends on whose god it is. if it’s the chrisitan one, he’s like oh these people are going to hell anyway. and if it’s ours they’re like, where’s the ganja?

babel : na boss, they’re already high on ganja.

cass : na na they’re probably going, where’s the rest of the ganja?!

babel : or they’re like, bah, ei duto-to gaanja na kheyei arom bhaat bokchhe!...*wow, these two don't even need ganja to get psychadelic and weird*

cass : but seriously i think we ought to get really high and write the exam tomorrow, emnitei ja chhorabo!!...*we'll make such a mess anyway!*

like i said sober, serious and studious that's us. sane i'm not quite so sure about though.