Friends should not “Bunjhay” Duck!
Since I have no idea what that word means, I will refrain from commenting on it (wish more people would think this way).
However, I am slightly familiar with the other words in the sentence – “should not Bunjhay Duck,” which I agree with totally.
As my great grandpa Ned said just before passing away, “Bus, what bus?”, so too must I leave a profound and insightful legacy for the future generation.
As such, it is important that YOU should not Bunjhay a Duck.
It’s not right, think about the duck… So unless you’re looking for a name for your new Alternative band, please, do not even think about Bunjhaying a Duck. It’s not right, think about the duck…
Of course the whole idea of performing such another insensitive act to one of God’s beautiful creatures is enough to make Hans Boos blush. But alas, there are people in this country who religiously look forward to “Bunjhay-fying” your favourite webbed-footed quacker.
With this in mind, and on behalf of every animal lover out there, who prefer their duck braised in oyster sauce, I have decided to go out into this cruel world, made up of such atrocious evils as world hunger and “Kung Fu – The Legend Continues” and find out why an intelligent human being, would wake up some morning and say ” Today I Bunjhay!” After weeks of research, I finally realised that intelligent people are not the only people guilty of boonjaying Donald’s and Daffy’s cousins. It seems that stupid people like you and me are also violators!
“Ask any Indian about it!”, “You never hear bout boonjaying duck? Where you from?”, “My mother is make the best Bunjhay duck,” “Yuh mean Doctor Boon Jay?” – these were just some of the answers I got for this, one of life’s greatest questions (next to “Why is it that we spend so much time reading idiotic nonsense?”).
Apparently, boonjaying a duck is a common occurrence in Caroni, and ranks among chutney singing, murder and “cuss-outs” as normal, everyday events.
However, the act itself seems to be relatively unfamiliar with members of my generation, often referred to as Generation X or more easily understood as, the most important target market for AIDS prevention and “woogies”.
Unfortunately, being a ’90’s breed, visionary, highly intelligent and universally defined Indian, as opposed to Pandey-esque, has somehow made me lose touch of my roots. No longer is today’s typical young Indian person, the same as of years before.
And so, such acts as “Bunjhaying” and “writing sensible chutney soca lyrics” are forever lost and remain only distant and foggy memories.
Alas, will I ever know what “Bunjhaying a duck” really is? What link does this have to the seasoned pot of a Cuara River lime? First “Bunjhay”, then Ramesh Lawerance Maharaj…is our generation heading for a disastrous end? Is it too late? It was, for the duck…