Dev, Harry and I

Burp paji, nice read.Mention of Old Monk early in the account ensured that you are a person of taste who does not equate money woth class. Reminded me of some dhaaba gettogethers in Nehru Place. Keep burping.

this was a human piece, with feeling. so much better than most of the psuedo-intellectual drivel proffered on this site. keep writing bupinder and don`t take these self-styled critics comments to heart. if they were any good themselves, they`d be fleeing autograph-seekers at book signings rather than logging in to post on chowk.

Burpinder``

the humour and non sequitur was disarming but the serious sober and staid yarn was mostly sedate

my one beef? some of the dialogues were too long and awkward to be spoken in that dhaba and verged on the contrived

keep contributing

rgds

t

Nice one especially the statement starting with
``Yeah, right, count my blessings,``snarls Dev...

#2 faisaluno

[this is pretty funny...]
Obviously, you got stuck on the jokes that the characters threw at each other - I think the underlying theme was rather serious!

It reads okay – a little less arrogant-sounding – so it must be considered an improvement! Having said that, the apparent theme – that the grass looks greener on the other side – is quite old and perhaps somewhat overused! Also, assuming it is based on real life, it is clear that these two individuals are poles apart and YOU are among the few things they have in common. The expletives do not add much value to your story line – in fact they distract!

Why not the title “Dev, Harry, and I”?

[Carried away by misplaced patriotism and a rather low opinion of our own ability to deal with homesickness, we`d made our career choices and stayed back home, while flightloads of eager friends made the pilgrimage and never returned. Now we have our parents close by and the smell of our own soil, so on the whole we`re happy with our choice.]
It is interesting that YOU consider your patriotism misplaced and say that you have a LOW opinion of your ability to deal with homesickness (in the west, the latter is sometimes referred rather contemptuously as “mama’s boy”). As far as the smell of soil is concerned – soil smells like – soil.

[Once these two start one of their stupid fights, guess who`s stuck with the job of making peace.]
I must confess it is difficult to visualize you in that role.

[He`d never aimed his acerbic wit at me before. It was a new experience, and frankly, a little disconcerting.]
What goes around – and the rest!

this is pretty funny...unlike most losers who ``write`` for this website, you do have ishtyle as they would say in karachi.

keep up the good work.

nice piece, a refreshing break from all the usual political stuff... kept me interested till the end.