The biggest event of our Calcutta stay was a party thrown for us at my inlaws' big apartment. Forty of our closest relatives showed up to meet us.
Among the fascinating people there was an actor and director with one foot in noncommercial theater and another in the Bengali soap opera industry. I had a long, wide-ranging conversation with him, and one thing that intrigued him was the idea of sitting around with your friends for hours drinking multiple steeps of different teas.
Shyam and I were also talking about the perplexities of Bengali and English, so we tried to figure out a word for the mental state that comes from hours of tea drinking. Well, "mawd" means alcohol, and "matal" means drunk, so...
Both of us simultaneously shouted "Chatal!".
(Thanks, Ripon, for some timely technical assistance.)
/Lew