Mama O Mama!

. So to me, being Bhindi Bazaar is not a good thing. Not as a personal insult to anyone, but stereotypically I associate BB to loud, crass-ness, aunties with very bad and loud dressing sense, loads of caked make-up and whatnot. It also means clashing colours and poor taste and loud and obnoxious, oblivious behaviour. So anything that doesnt go, or isnt right, is in my dictionary, Bhindi Bazaar. Of course, you know Bhindi Bazaar as a place in South Bombay, known better as Bombay No. 1/2. So today, Mama said something. I replied, 'Chi, you're so Bhindi Bazaar'. My mum responded, 'O yeah? Well you're three in one- you're Dharavi, Behram and Naupada all in one!' All these places are largely slum like/low-cost housing areas, which, on any better day, is much worse than Bhindi Bazaar.

. Mama was repeating a conversation she'd had with Ira, our help. She was regaling how Ira had broken the bucket on wheels that we have, and that when Mama asked her to put the handle back on the broken bucket, Ira replied that she couldnt 'pisang pisang, pusing pusing' the bucket. She meant pasang, which means put back on. Pisang means banana and pusing, turning.