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Nepalian Hindi

Permalink 02/28/08 at 09:21:41 pm, by Ed, 193 words   English (US)
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As I sit here at my desk, my roommate and his Nepali friend are talking about all sorts of... interesting things, but when they started talking about accents, I just had to say something. Not to them, of course, but here.

The funny bit was when the Nepali kid asked if he had an accent. It's kind of hard to miss it. But he apparently wasn't sure. He then asked what it sounded like, "Indian? Or Nepali? Or what?" My roommate's response was "Nepali, well it doesn't sound Indian" in the vein of somebody who has no idea what the difference is. At this point, the Nepali began making fun of Hindi accents, saying things like, "Yes, I would like to help you with your tech support" in a supposedly Hindi accent, but I couldn't--and I don't think my roommate could either--tell the difference between his accent and his parody of Hindi, aside from the fact that he started talking about tech support.

It's interesting to see how subtle differences actually are different to those who are involved. I wonder, if Minnesotans made fun of Canadians, would Kim Jong Il notice the difference?

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