We visited Mr. & Mrs. Nandy yesterday. My husband calls them Nondi. They live in a gated community, and before we reached the guard I gently tutored my husband to tell the security that we were visiting Nandy, Nandy that rhymes with Brandy or Sandy. But by the time we reached the gates, Nondi and Nandy were kind of mixed up in my husband’s mind, and when the guard asked for a name he said:
Nondi
Guard: Excuse me sir....what?
(a poke in the ribs from me, and a whisper..."as in Brandy")
Husband: Oh yes.... Nandy.
And we sailed in smoothly through the gates.
By the way, our friend Jyotirmoy has reinvented himself as Jeter.
(Note: Article is is Part 2 of http://nina-theamericanbengali.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-prakash-to-peter.html )
Nondi
Guard: Excuse me sir....what?
(a poke in the ribs from me, and a whisper..."as in Brandy")
Husband: Oh yes.... Nandy.
And we sailed in smoothly through the gates.
By the way, our friend Jyotirmoy has reinvented himself as Jeter.
(Note: Article is is Part 2 of http://nina-theamericanbengali.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-prakash-to-peter.html )
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