Audio-book compilation_Indian Accent
Description
Vocal Characteristics
Language
EnglishVoice Age
Teen (13-17)Accents
Indian (General)Transcript
Note: Transcripts are generated using speech recognition software and may contain errors.
Dido puts lipstick on for my first day at Carver Independent School. I've never seen her wear makeup before. This is our big day or knew, she tells me, as if I didn't know. Put on the purpose, Shalva, the one we made your ing your last visit. Unlike the karma my other grandmother did, he always speaks to be in English. It's a habit that started when I was young because my only cousin on this side doesn't speak bungler as you wish they do, I see. But a gold threaded shall oir is not going to change how I feel about starting school in America. Besides, I only wear Indian clothes for special occasions in Mumbai, and this is anything but special. There's nothing English about the word veranda. It's an Indian word. They go on about this beautiful language. The queen's English rubbish. Red is the queen. Get a word like Miranda. She stole it from India and champagne. That's an Indian word on bungalow and jungle. See, you have these English people sitting on the veranda of the bungalows, looking at the jungle using the shampoo, and they talk about Western civilization. Now this we had a special assembly that final morning. But it was hard to hear with the noise of helicopters overhead. Some of us spoke out against board was happening in our valley. The bell rang for the very last time, and then Madam Meriem announced it was winter vacation in the yard. I hugged all my friends. I looked at the owner's board and wondered if my name would ever appear on it again. Exams with doing much. But how could they take place When someone takes away your pens, you realize quite how important education is. Salim drove by again, this time, with no passenger behind him. He glanced quickly around. Nobody was in sight, so he jumped off the cycle seat and walked over to Naima. What's wrong? He asked her. Naima climbed down to join him. You help your father, she burst out. Why can't I help mine? Salim shrugged. You're a girl girl. Stay home and help their mother's boys on money and work with their fathers. That's just the way it is. But why? It's not like that everywhere. Salim. When I passed the DIY store this morning and peeked in at the television, I saw a Bangladeshi lady on the screen who was a doctor on the last time he went to the city. Father told us he visited a shoe stand that was owned by a woman. If those women could do it, why can't I?