Expressive expletives

Warning: This post contains explicit content. Parental advisory advised. Those (biologically and/or emotionally) below 18 years are of age strictly prohibited from proceeding further. Ladies and former nice boys of girly-girly co-ed schools warned to proceed at their own peril.

Those from all-boys/ government schools, try not to get too nostalgic.


I’ve been fascinated by expletives ever since I was introduced to them in class VI by my friend who used to sit next to me in the class. This friend, Arun, was a born teacher, and very patiently explained to me the meaning and usage of each and every in-vogue word and also helped me out with the pronunciations. These free of charge classes of his, which used to run parallel to the regular classes which our parents were paying fees for, later advanced to using visual and textual demonstrations for those generalities of which the expletives are but a part. I got away with just a 5% decrease in my percentage at the end of the year. Arun failed all the subjects and had to start off as my junior the next year.

Anyways, coming back to expletives, I’ve always been fascinated by them. Not of the form as such, but of the content and purpose. I’ve also always been a fan of creativity and subtlety. Put two and two together, and you have a combination that well and truly turns me on.

Yeah, improvised expletives, (nothing to admire in the normal bolvachan, any bum can pronounce them) the epitomes of cheek, the heights of creativity. The lethal weapon which turns tree trunk like legs to jellybeans and makes chameleons (of the type that only turn to various shades of red) out of thoroughbred Homo Sapiens. Aaahhhh… the beauty, the wonder, the creativity!


This incidence happened in class VIII. It so happened that two of my classmates, Vicky (Vikkee) and Vikas, if I remember their names correctly, started arguing. The argument soon transcended the physical boundaries set by the school authorities, went beyond the principles of decency (of the banal type) set by the society as well as defied the laws of physics set by the almighty and reached a transcendental plane where the focus of the debate shifted over (from whatever it was) to who was capable of giving more pleasure to the feminine members of the other’s ilk. Fisticuffs soon began to fly, and it wasn’t too late when the next teacher’s appearance at the other end of the corridor caused swarms of classmates to grab and push away from each other the protagonists of this philosophical, metaphysical debate.

While they were being pushed away, and each was still trying his level best to have a go at the other’s chin, hair, tie or shirt, Vikkee swung his fist desperately in thin air. Frustrated at the little contact that the efforts of the referee classmates permitted, he roared at Vikas threateningly,

“Saale tu ruk, mein aaj raat ko tere ghar mein ghus jaoonga!” (Just wait, O you-whose-sister-I’ve-married, I’ll forcefully enter your house tonight).

Biting, pushing and scratching against a wall of humans trying to push him behind, Vikas then spontaneously delivered the line which, some of my south Indian friends might argue, depicts the typical north Indian sense of justice, but which remains the epitome of creativity and timing for me to this day.

Vikas simply shouted this, and no more, to Vikkee over the din and clamour on the classroom –

“Apni Ma ko bhi leta aaiyo!” (Come with your mother).

I think Vikas said something further, and the remaining part of the sentence got lost in the uproar. But maybe it was just I whose senses could work no more, as the brain was too awestruck with the pure genius hidden behind the veil of a seemingly innocent dinner invitation.


In Kota, where I went for IIT coaching, my building was shared by a group of Bengali guys from Farakka.

Living in a city where no one speaks your language can be a very liberating experience, as one of those guys, Anirban, revealed to me. While we Hindi speakers were a bit circumspect in throwing endearments on one another in public, the Bengalis found that they had no such inhibitions in a Hindi city like Kota. So they talked in endearments as the rule rather than as the exception and relentlessly tried to outdo each other, since they had little else to do all day. (For the uninformed, studying is one thing that comes last to an average guy preparing for JEE in Kota, be it a Bengali or a Haryanvi). The sense of innovation crossed the barrier of language and several Hindi endearments which they threw around still arouse a sense of warmth in me as and when I recall them. Ahhh!

Anyways once it so happened that my room partner, Rahul, was demanding a treat from one of the Bengali guys, also named Rahul. This Rahul Mukherjee had recently won an ESPN school quiz and was going to New Zealand to spectate a test match between India and New Zealand. Rahul Choudhary was requesting, cajoling, coaxing Mukherjee to give us all a treat in Convenio, a popular hangout in Kota.

Mukherjee was restrained in his replies, as he still didn’t talk much in terms of endearments outside his Bengali group. Occupants of the communist Bengal, the usually fixed-incomed Bengalis are known to keep their money well, and this particular group was penny pincher to the extreme. They would think five times before giving 5 bucks to the guy who came and cleaned toilets for them. Spending more than 50 bucks on a meal would play havoc on their digestion.

Choudhary, the quintessential Jat from Haryana, fell a little short in the art of cajoling.

“Kya yaar Mukherjee, tu New Zealand jaane lag raha hai fokat mein. Hamein Convenio hi le chal. 400-500 rupaye toh kharch karde!” (What pal Mukherjee, you’re being taken for a free ride to New Zealand. Atleast take us to Convenio. Spend 400-500 bucks atleast!)

As soon as the figure was quoted, a hush fell over the room. The 6 Bengalis, in permutation and combination of any of the acts of talking, laughing and scowling fell silent and looked at Choudhary, dumbstruck, as if he’d just given to each one of them a Jat version of the friendly ‘slap on the back’, knocking the wind out of their lungs in the process.

Mukherjee himself took a step back from where he was standing and regarded Choudhary as if he was an alien from outer space. Then slowly, he thrust his hand inside his pants.

We all looked on, our mouths open, as Mukherjee’s hand did some halchal (activity) inside his pants. It then came out as a fist. Stuck between and emerging out from the tightly clenched fingers were some small, shiny hairs.

Sticking out his fist at Choudhary’s face level so that the small hairs emerging from the fingers almost touched Choudhary’s nose and tantalisingly threatened to reach inside his open mouth, Mukherjee looked straight into Choudhary’s wide eyes and stated very firmly in a very matter of fact manner,

“Le, le le, le. Treat Chahiye na, kha le treat.” (Take, take take, take. You want a treat, huh, eat the treat.)

Needless to say, Mukherjee was never asked for a treat again.


PS: I really, really regret this. I forgot to mention earlier that this post has been inspired by GB‘s post on expletives. By inspired I mean that the incidences and narration are entirely my own, but the idea of writing on expletives I got from his post. It’s sort of like, a small band covering a legend. And I should have made this acknowledgement while posting the first draft. Will keep this in mind in the future.

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21 thoughts on “Expressive expletives

  1. Maruti Borker

    OMG Mukherjee thing was awesome … nice post man. I think i was introduced to expletives in my 6-th or 7th .. we learned it from the bus drivers ( “pasha”s and auto drivers ( “chicha”s)

  2. a lot better than what ‘the great indian media circus'(read: recent blogroll activity) has to offer.

  3. clickingthoughts

    man what a roller coaster ride of words.
    u have played with them, twisted them and soaked them in the playful memories of our past and the result is a freaking read.
    guess if i was as good at producing words as u do i would have said a lot but well that will be all 🙂

    btw i learnt the so called expletives in 8th std[a bit late but i learned quickly] and since then there has been no looking back 😛

  4. Nice read 😀

  5. Oh my! Bengalis are eccentric. 🙂

  6. isi baat par ek ho jaye :

    scene: group of Bhopalis fighting wrecklessly, all tensed up.
    Bhopali 1 to Bhopali 2: beta tameez mein, tumhari g*** mar denge !!!
    Bhopali 2: arey khaa, ye ladai ke beech pyaar-mohobbat ki baatein mat karo yarr 😛

  7. have i come to the wrong post?

    expletives? i couldnt find any … or, maybe, i was expecting too much from you !!

  8. Odin’s Valhalla …bravo !!!!

    “dhanne asha gaaye ?” 😛

  9. @ 7th comment:
    Your comment is like watching ‘batman begins’ and asking .. “why is batman character shown only for a lil’ time ?”

    Grow up dear lad 😉

  10. PJhater

    Now, its crystal clear – the reason why life mailing list abounds with so many PJs. All those who responded +vely are the typical PJ blasters (read ‘alp santhoshis’) and their fans who then send their ‘supporting’ mails praising the PJs.

  11. Thanks everyone for their comments 🙂

    Maruti, thanks :). Did you school run alternative classes, too? Run by the Pashas and Chichas… 😀

    Neuron, glad you think so. Vaise blogroll is good only, isn’t it? Ghar ki dal.

    clickingthoughts, yeah yeah man. We all have a lot of things to tell. Bachpan mein bhangpane kaun nahi kerta 😀

    Karan, touche!

    Sultan, it’s NOT about Benglis, but about a bunch of absolute nuts I encoutered 😀

  12. Abhijeet, ek aur ho jaaye.

    Divedi: Mein teri G**** mar doonga!
    Scientist : (smiles sweetly and goes back to his screen.)
    Divedi: (more pissed than before): Abey Mein SERIOUS hoon.
    Scientist (looking up, surprised): Tu serious hai?? (goes back to his screen once again) Mein Abhishek Sainani hoon.

  13. :7 Yeah, da. Baba’s right. You probably need to grow up just a wee bit. And there’s nothing wrong with that.

    One learns from one’s mistakes. And that happens only after you’ve admitted them. I hope you realize that it’s no sin to admit your mistakes. Makes you a greater, and not a lesser person 🙂

    Ghostie, Thanks for the kind words. Mind explaining what “dhanne asha gaaye ?” means? 🙂

    PJhater, Glad you talked, buddy. You call it PJing, we call it BCing. Something we do all the time; whether in rooms, in class, on the grounds, or on the blogs. What to do, this is how we are 😐 And well, this is how most people here are, and have been 😀

    For most of us, the amount of BC done is directly proportionate to the extent of bonding we have. And since there’s no dearth of the latter, well, love it or hate it, but this is something you have to live with in IIIT 🙂

    The point would have been equally well taken had you told us who you are. Not to say that you aren’t within your rights to write anonymously 🙂

  14. Aniket,

    Haha. I have nothing against Bongs. It’s the stereotype! BTW, do you guys still ask freshers to come up with innovative expletives? Or did this bit fade out from the interaction sessions? 😀

    PS- Bong chicks are hawt!

  15. @Sultan I concur on that ‘Bong Chicks’ opinion. Absolutely.

  16. @Sultan Wait, did I say an opinion. It’s a fuckin’ FACT.


  17. The bong incident was sumthing man.. ^:)^ to the mukherjee guy!! Though after the praise I heard from Shrikant, I expected some thing much better than this! Was a bit dejected after reading it 😦 High hopes…

    @ Sultan : Interaction session :O what are you talking about?? No such thing happens in IIIT now! Dont know the name of even 1 faccha…

  18. Sultan, mass senior junior interactions of the kind we experienced have long since passed into IIIT history 😐

    Neuron, you’ve made me curious. Wanna meet THE bong female now 🙂

    Himank, yeah man. High hopes do that to us sometimes. Vaise you’ve reminded me of High Hopes now 😛

  19. anumeha

    what to say , you cud write more of these !! Iam sure you have lots more ()in store .

  20. kaustubh

    the good old kota and the days we spent in IL…i learnt a lot from bengali too….literal translation they did of bengali’expressive explicit’ was sometime very funny……however one of the thing i most enjoyed there was the song you used to sing in ur flat with us all rotf….do u remember the cook from Balaji mess?he also had a good collection of these?what was his name btw?

  21. alsas

    kabhi sahi experiences hein bhai tere…..

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