Plate'o mania

After settling down we order food from India Kitchen. It takes us 3 calls to finally get someone on the phone who could speak in English. But then the good part was that they agreed to deliver food to the hotel. Food arrives in about 30 mins. We needed some plates so we call the hotel front desk and order for 4 plates. In 5 mins, we hear the doorbell. When we open the door there's a boy standing there with 4 'forks'. We say we need 'plates'. He gives a weird look so we ask him...English? He says 'Pu' (yippeee...we had learnt that Pu means 'no'). So, Ram enacts eating and tells him we need plates. He had a bright smile on his face and he nods and goes back. He's back in a few minutes standing with 4 more forks...this time the forks were shorter than the ones he got last time. Oh god, this time both Ram and I enacted by circling and telling him what we wanted. Wish we were smart enough to go to Google translate and show and make him listen to what we wanted. But well, I guess the travel had made our brains dumb. Anyway, he again nodded and went back leaving us to hope he'll be back with what we want before the food gets cold. In a couple minutes the phone rings...it was from the hotel restaurant. They ask us in broken English what we wanted. We said 'PLATES' and they asked us if we wanted 'Blades'? I was going to say 'yes', i just want to kill myself...but gathered my composure and repeated. Looks like they finally got it and the same boy came back with real 'plates'. I just felt like hugging him...phew! First day and what an experience.