slangology

1.0.1 the slangs.

If I don’t describe you the slangs, the story may taste like a vegetable without spices. Slangs or little abuses which slowly entered between us but very soon become integral part of our day to day talks. Even the one who claimed to be the most sophisticated and neat (tamseel and sharad) could not escape for long and had started using slangs in some forms. Hinglish profusely blended with typical Bundelkhandi language was giving a different color to our tongues.

There were different slangs for different situation. Like, if anyone is not interested in arguing then he might use ‘to tum choos kyu nahi lete’ to divert the topic into foolishly thrown jokes or if sometimes anyone is having contrasting view but nobody is listening to him. Poor guy to prove his worthiness in between the heated debate suddenly jumped from somewhere and uttered ghantaaaaaa (don’t ask me what exactly means ghantaaa, as most of you can imagine).

‘oooo bhains’ (buffalo) was mainly used for exclamatory remarks mostly commenting on chicks with wide open eyes and mouth. ‘Lo salla’ was also used for some exclamatory remarks but with different sense.



Then there were some personal favourites slangs also existed in C-63. For Sanjeev it was always ‘meri to J****t sulag gayi’ or ‘saale tum chutiyapa mat karo’ with eyes (always) ready to argue.

Then there was a magician who co-existed among SA(I)NTS. Atish - the magic man will remain a mystery for rest of the SA(I)NTS that how this magician developed amazing series of slangs. This guy, the inventor of ‘lo salla’ and “to tum choos kyu nhi lete” had an in-depth knowledge of how to utilize the slangs to make it rhythmic and more interesting.
His preparation of slangs were very simple - take some common words, properly garnishes them into typical Bundelkhandi, get the spices from Mani’s mind (who considered Atish as his mentor), cook everything and finally served before rest of the SA(I)NTS ………..guys try this as he is delivering a lavish cuisine from a renowned hotel.
I still remember that how did he wrongly pronounce the name of one of our classmate whose first letter was silent (e.g. - kshipra). His visionary imagination had completely changed the meaning of the name and the name which this magician had given her was out of the planet. All the inmates were completely agreed that if you want to do something in the field of slangology then do an internship under Mr. Atish.

Magician was also very popular for his innocent smelly parodies. The infamous - potty mix. Dont mind but the word potty has been taken from toilet (please, please, please don’t put your hand on your nose…..its fact yarrrr). He had his theory that the calm, cool, vestal and matured atmosphere of bathroom helped him in increasing his imagination power and making some potty tunes……..no wonder this great man (in his own sense) had developed (and is still doing) so many parodies /tunes on that.



Chutiyapa mat karo, hato bey, were the holy words for Nitesh. For him, these words were hymn as he used to get up late after a long snoring sleep and started the day with these holy lines. Sometimes “ghantagiri dikhaoge” also. Only heaven knows what exactly means ghantagiri..!!


Tamseel’s favourite was “bhaiya hum to aise he hein”. He was mainly famous for his pure clean language and it was fun to hear some nonsense word from his mouth. Most of the times he was lost into his urdu poetries and cricket.


Sharad who was considered a baccha initially abstained from using these slangs but he too could not remain untouched for long. He brought hyderabadi flavors to these slangs and later become an active student of the slangology and used all these slangs in the day to day conversation.

One very interesting word which was introduced by Mani and the most common used slang for a chick was “Tapaal hai”. This was only used when the chick was exceptionally good looking and a guy has to describe her in minimum fuss but with full intensity and depth. Tapaal hai was the exact description for that. And this slang very soon became popular among other classmates also.

s a ( i ) n t s

1.0.0 - Introduction

the name s a ( i ) n t s

probably one of the first question that can crop up in one`s mind. well the name of this blog has been derived from the first alphabets of the of the following five people –

- s anjiv

- a tish

- n itesh

- t amseel &

- s harad

the above also happen to be the occupants of the 1st floor of C 63 - a house in the quite upmarket area of G.

why s a ( i ) n t s

i start with a blog dedicated to the life that we five had during our graduation. those three years are probably the most exciting ones till now. studying T in one of the most beautiful campuses around. To describe it in short was fun, fun & fun. many people described it as a resort - lush green lawns, huge building(s), a canteen with nothing in it except for some tables, chairs & ya the terrible food that you get there, lecturers who hardly knew what they were teaching, except for mrs. Ritu Sapra who was my personal favourite because whatever little she taught gave atleast an iota of sense to me, and yes you got the typical sarkari feel once you were in the campus.

the other has-to-be things that co existed around a campus like this were an aatma of a girl - who was apparently raped & murdered some years back, snakes, wide range of rumors, the regular stuff of love affairs, break ups, people managing attendances, internal marks & the other things that let them bunk classes and still pass, red tapism for the minutest of things. whatever they were, they all this contributed to the phenomenon called fun.

who are they

a bunch of five asses living out in a small town somewhere in central india. they`re basically trying to study something that usually raises eyebrows of the people listening - well if you want to know what, then it was or rather it is about the buzz word called T.

they live out quite a life. sanjiv who is mostly after girls (remember sunita here) - makeup, his hair style, mobile(s), billiards, confusing looks, telling tales of how he once kicked a dog or how he managed to fool a police patrol & some maggi. atish who is into nonsense talks - bukchodi as it was called, his boxer shorts, making so called girl friends, biking around, mentoring mani, opposite talks & everything which was not concerning him - poking his nose around. nitesh - the man behind the alloo mania - the most cooked vegetable in the house, sleeping, snoring, carom, singing, increasing income levels of airtel, an occasional cigarette and at some point later on in girls. tamseel - the most studios of them all was into books, cricket samrat - a local cricket magazine in hindi, quiz competitions, singing ( still remember his performance of fresher’s eve), an old radio, his bald head, old songs and internet chatting with babes of the outer world. sharad- an unusually thin guy, mostly into lying on his bed, keeping his things neat & clean, billiards, food lover, thin, reading newspapers/magazines instead of course books, sourcing notes from everywhere possible just before exams, saying lines like "bookish knowledge is of no use" and someone who had opposed to moving out of the college hostel (a shitty suffocating place to be), but later realised it was a terrible idea. at this point let me also bring in picture the another interesting character called mani – the landlord's son. no, not the typical tough, why-when-how sought of character, but a very easy going, helpful, friendly person who use to spend most of time at our place (even if everyone was out) talking to his numerous so-called girl friends. actually he sourced their number from his local friends and made anonymous calls until they were friends - well a not so easy way of making friends till you actually try it, atleast for mani. the other things that he indulged in was maintaining his old tata sierra, his bike, asking us to bring good food (especially snacks) whenever we went out, exchanging / borrowing clothes from atish & never returning it, and doing everything that can be called non sense - to be simple i call him a true pain in the ass.