I had three disappointments this weekend.
Friday the First:
("My Terrible Urdu" 2nd Edition)
What I meant to say: The Baby was asking for some grapes.
What I said: Bacha angoor se poocha tha.
What I actually said: The baby was questioned the grapes.
Saturday the Second:
(at a dinner party)
Hostess: Are you fasting?
Hostess: (increduously) Will you fasting the WHOLE month?
Me: (with a strained, mean tension in my voice that I instantly regretted) Yeeessssss..... And I have been for seven years now.
Monday the Third:
(this evening with M, after watching this video)
Me: How do you think my Urdu compares to his?
M: It doesn't.
Me: No really, what percentage of his Urdu do you think I have?
Me: (Looking hurt)
M: Maybe five percent?