Arre who can forget to remember those ditties in our younger days? (Don't worry about their political correctness)
Here goes
1)
Ek don tin - hampri Agustin ('Augostinho' for Jorge and Figueiredo-types)
Char panch sou, cheddvank mellonaim ghou,
Sat att nou, Divalleche fou
Dha ikra bara, Tumi soglim vochat ghara!2) Ar yo, mar yo, pauss zhodot yo!
Then we used to run barefeet to the nearest mango-tree with our 100 meter dash before the padd-poddlolo dukor gulps the ambli. Then the second option would be to run to the chinch to collect chinche-bottam. Avois so sweet and sour and those chinchare , we use to munch and munch and our brain became bondder and that's why we are here today.
3) What about that nice brownish-yellow munsrad (ok is that babush monserrati guys?) which was carved by that lofor of a crow, called chan-kotor?)
4) And how about that mhar-pauss?
What's mhar-pauss anyway? Hope that pauss also has no caste like mahar. Or is that rain from Spain instead?
5) And how about those paper boats that went sailing in the Monsoon gogo of a Dush-sagar? Which we would find next day near aula?
6) Nowadsys so many politicians die and we get national holidays. Those days, Salazar was healthiest person alive. And we would only hope for a local Tsunami when all the bunds were overflown and our professora could not wade through and arrive at our aula(Now sounsar fuim paula?)
