three desi homeless people today, had almost an hour chat with two of them…lol…the lady was bangladeshi and her bf was indian. Her name is Dolly and her bf’s name was something very difficult that I don’t remember…lol..Dolly told me quite a few times that her two bros in bangladesh are MP’s and her father probably is a senator. Her favorite hero is Muhamad Ali, she sang his songs to me and was literally crying. She was in love with the security guard at the hospital. First I thought the security guard some kalla but turns out he is some gora with green eyes. Every night both of them probably spend night at the hospital and Dolly probably stares the gora security guard. According to her, the security guard’s name is Franky, his wife left him before he met Dolly, oh and Dolly doesn’t talk much with Franky but every night she spends some good amount of time at night in the waiting room hoping Franky will fall in love with her. She is a pretty good cuss’r, she kept cussin’ the indian dude for lying to me…lol… She said to the indian dude "dedi say jhoot bolta hai sensorsensorsensor…lol
The indian dude got a little pissed and tried cussin’ her aswell but compared to dolly he wasn’t that good of a cusser…lol…
Anyhow after a little while they both started fighting again, Dolly got up, rolled her sleeves, and before anything got too ugly I quietly got up and left.
After almost 40 mins, my sister came down from her floor and we left for a thai place for dinner. The thai place was in the neighborhood. While we were placing the order, another indian homeless alcoholic came in…
Yeah Indian dude was her bf, she said when she first met him, she fell in love with him and she still loves him but the guy is a liar, he lies 24/7. She can’t spend rest of her life with a liar and therefore she will marry the hari hari ankhon wala security guard…lol..
Oh and according to Dolly she wasn’t an alcoholic until she met the indian dude, he got into all drinking otherwise she was a very shareef bachi. She again emphasized that her bros are MP and her father is some senator. lolz
Then they had another little fight that she never pays for her alcohol..lol…
Oh according to Dolly, she and the indian dude are quite loved by the dukan dars in jackson height…lol
three desi homeless people today, had almost an hour chat with two of them...lol...the lady was bangladeshi and her bf was indian. Her name is Dolly and her bf's name was something very difficult that I don't remember...lol..Dolly told me quite a few times that her two bros in bangladesh are MP's and her father probably is a senator. Her favorite hero is Muhamad Ali, she sang his songs to me and was literally crying. She was in love with the security guard at the hospital. First I thought the security guard some kalla but turns out he is some gora with green eyes. Every night both of them probably spend night at the hospital and Dolly probably stares the gora security guard. According to her, the security guard's name is Franky, his wife left him before he met Dolly, oh and Dolly doesn't talk much with Franky but every night she spends some good amount of time at night in the waiting room hoping Franky will fall in love with her. She is a pretty good cuss'r, she kept cussin' the indian dude for lying to me...lol... She said to the indian dude "dedi say jhoot bolta hai sensorsensorsensor...lol
The indian dude got a little pissed and tried cussin' her aswell but compared to dolly he wasn't that good of a cusser....lol...
Anyhow after a little while they both started fighting again, Dolly got up, rolled her sleeves, and before anything got too ugly I quietly got up and left.
After almost 40 mins, my sister came down from her floor and we left for a thai place for dinner. The thai place was in the neighborhood. While we were placing the order, another indian homeless alcoholic came in...
[RIGHT]to be continued....lolz[/RIGHT]
[RIGHT]and excuse all the typos, etc.. :D[/RIGHT]
So while we were placing the order at the Thai restaurant, another homeless alcoholic guy came in the restaurant. There were two lesbian hispanic ladies sitting on the table besides the door. Coincidently they had a big mop (they came to the restaurant probably after shopping.) So I guess it was the lesbian in the male role that got up and blocked the passage with her mop for the homeless dude. It was so funny that the owners and the restaurant and the employs were not even coming close, they were all scared standing behind the counters...lol... After like 5 minutes this little fat chief came out of the kitchen to help the hispanic girl. The other hispanic girl was on the phone with the police when the restaurant owners realized that they should call the police too...lol...
Anyway, the hispanic lady and the homeless dude had a long argument on who will stay in the restaurant, the homeless dude was cursing' her in hindi which was quite funny...lol..After like another 5 mins he left. Few mins later the cops came. They started asking the restaurant owners what the guy looked liked and they couldn't even describe him. They said it was a black guy ...lol…the hispanic lady quickly corrected them saying he wasn't black but more like Indian, then my sister confirmed it was an indian guy
Turns out there are five homeless singh brother's in jackson height and he was probably one of them...lol..
My sister was telling me that almost every other day, one of the five singh bro's would get really drunk and these cops would bring them to ER, this is how pretty much all the cops in the JH area know them and probably these singh brother's got this name from the cops. lol...
So this was my story of meeting three desi homeless people. :D
and sorry if it is boring for you folks but it was a very interesting experience for me :D
Well it is always sad no matter it is desi in this condition or non desi. What makes it worst is that it is people among us who bring them to this condition. Now the indian dude I was talking to said that he used to work in a travel agency and was paid $1/hr. Yeah so it is a shame... :(
