This is how they get you. Oh, come on! Study our language! It'll be fun! And then they keep pulling the rug out from under you.
Like this sign. The first part of it says, "ra-whang," which means "look out," or "beware." I know that. And I know the word for "head" too, it's "hoo-ah." But this sign says, "ra-whang see-sah." What would that mean? Look out for what? Well, you've got me, or you did until I asked somebody. This part of the cave roof was about four feet off the ground, so "head" is a good guess, and that's what it means too. Why not use the more common word? When I ask questions like that the answer is usually, "it's Sanskrit."
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