Everything I need to know I learnt from... Bollywood?!?

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'Twas a dark and stormy night afternoon when I heard fingernails tapping on my window. One Lockwoodesque freakout later, I realized that what I had heard was probably not the ghost of Catherine Earnshaw (for reasons geographical as well as sensible); but instead, as in the novel, simply the tapping of a tree branch against the glass pane.

Nevertheless, I was jumpy for the rest of the evening, and complained vociferously to my mother as we had our evening chai, "Argh! I'm still on edge!" To which Mum, disdainer of all things Bollywood replied, "Jo darr gaya, samjho marr gaya." (He who is afraid is as good as dead)

Three days later, I'm still laughing.