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Photu used with permission. And the protagonist was really numb at that time. I hope he won't mind it. *This is a photo of my friend, not me; From one of the Stanza of English version: When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain you would not understand This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb. And now, the rough Bhojpuri translation in English script: Jab hum tha ek bachwa, tab humko hua bukhar hamaar haath gaye phool, jaise ki du bailoon. ab humko hua e ehsaas ek baar aur, (par karo gaur) hum samjha nahi sakte, aap nahi na samjhiyega hum waise nahi hain jaise abhi hain. ab ban gaye hain hum, aaramtalbi aur sunn. Poem is on my state at the college days where I have become epitome of lethargy and anti-bathist. Only watching movies , bunking classes and playing AOE. I am trying to get again that feeling in the corporate world but all attempts are vain till now. This transla...

This post is lifted,plagiarised,edited and compiled from post of the another blog.It is modified from X rated version to teenager suited version.It is confession and reincarnation of Bengali boy turning into fan of bhojpuri language. Here is detaied account--- " I was a bong. A mach-bhath (fish-rice) ogling, ganguly-worshipping, east-bengal-supporting, dor-baa*a-muttering, pure, unadulterated, 100% quintessential made-in-calcutta bong. I knew only bong gaaalis (swears) and they were sweet, rhythmic , intellectually crafted, usually non-acidic with little or no reference to the women in your family. And then suddenly one fine hot summer day, way back in the summers of 1998, everything changed. The bong gets introduced to the bhojpuri tongue. I had read Hansel and Gretel 10 summers ago, but it was then that i realized what the two misguided souls felt when they saw the cookie-&-chocolate-house. The bhojpuri tongue was a treasure chest. It was mind-bogglingly awesome. A normal po...