Originally written February 24, 2006.
Gangu:
"Aai bagh paandhri kombdi!
Kiti sundar ahe. Me ghevu?
Me kheleen tichyashi."
Ganguchi aai:
"Aga Gangu!
Ka traas detes ga?
Shaalte zayache nahi?"
Gangu:
"Nahi Aai.
Bai oradtaat tikde.
Mala kombdi barobar khelayacha ahe!"
*****
Ganguchi Aai:
" Aho doctor.
Mazyaa Gangu la kay zaalay?
Tee bolat ka nahi?
Tee phakta padoon ahe."
Doctor:
"Tila Bird Flu zaala ahe.
Me aushadh lihun deto.
(pan mala kahi aashaa vaatat nahi."
*****
Ganguchi Aai:
"Maazi Gangu geli re.
Kaanacha Ashok gela.
Varkyachi Sundri geli.
Ammchya mula-mulee na kay zala hota?
Tyaani konacha kay kela?"
Doctor:
"Tumhi garib ahaat.
Heech tumchi chuuk.
Tumhala kon vichaarnaar?
He Namdurbaar ahe.
Pradhaanacha darbaar nahi."
"Jaa. Mumbaila jaa.
Tikde tumche raja gaadivar baslet.
Nach tamashaa kartaayt."
"Maharashtrachi konala phikir?
Sagle khurchichaach vichaar kartaat.
Tuza borya baandh ani jaa Mumbaila."
"Nyaay milel ki nahi mala mahit nahi.
Pan tikde kunachya tari gharaat zaadu maar,
polyaa banav."
"Hech tuza astitva.
Tu Maharashtra ahes.
Hech Maharashtracha astitva."
"Nandurbaraat nahi.
Darbaraat bas."
(My Marathi Corrected by Shamika of Aap Ka Nazrana)
Translation:-
Gangu:
"Mother! Look, a white chicken!
How beautiful!
May I take it? I want to play with it!"
Gangu's mother:
"O Gangu!
Why do you trouble me?
Don't you want to go to school?"
Gangu:
No mother.
Teacher scolds there.
I want to play with the chicken."
***
Gangu's mother:
"O doctor,
What has happened to my Gangu?
Why doesn't she speak?
She is just supine."
Doctor:
She has birdflu.
I'll write the medicines
(But I have no hopes)"
***
Gangu's mother:
My gangu is gone.
Kana's Ashok is gone.
Varkya's Sundri is gone!
What has happened
to our boys and girls?
What did they do of anyone?"
Doctor:
You are poor.
That is your fault.
Who will think of you?
This is Nadurbar
Not the CM's durbar."
"Go. Go to Mumbai.
There your king
Sitting on his throne
Will be upto his shenanigans.
Who cares for Maharashtra?
All think of the chair only.
Pack your bags,
And go to Mumbai.
Whether you'll get justice or not,
I have no idea.
But there in someone's house
Sweep, make polis.
That is your truth.
That is your being.
You are Maharashtra;
That is Maharashtra's being.
Not in Nandurbar,
Sit in a durbar!"
Gangu:
"Aai bagh paandhri kombdi!
Kiti sundar ahe. Me ghevu?
Me kheleen tichyashi."
Ganguchi aai:
"Aga Gangu!
Ka traas detes ga?
Shaalte zayache nahi?"
Gangu:
"Nahi Aai.
Bai oradtaat tikde.
Mala kombdi barobar khelayacha ahe!"
*****
Ganguchi Aai:
" Aho doctor.
Mazyaa Gangu la kay zaalay?
Tee bolat ka nahi?
Tee phakta padoon ahe."
Doctor:
"Tila Bird Flu zaala ahe.
Me aushadh lihun deto.
(pan mala kahi aashaa vaatat nahi."
*****
Ganguchi Aai:
"Maazi Gangu geli re.
Kaanacha Ashok gela.
Varkyachi Sundri geli.
Ammchya mula-mulee na kay zala hota?
Tyaani konacha kay kela?"
Doctor:
"Tumhi garib ahaat.
Heech tumchi chuuk.
Tumhala kon vichaarnaar?
He Namdurbaar ahe.
Pradhaanacha darbaar nahi."
"Jaa. Mumbaila jaa.
Tikde tumche raja gaadivar baslet.
Nach tamashaa kartaayt."
"Maharashtrachi konala phikir?
Sagle khurchichaach vichaar kartaat.
Tuza borya baandh ani jaa Mumbaila."
"Nyaay milel ki nahi mala mahit nahi.
Pan tikde kunachya tari gharaat zaadu maar,
polyaa banav."
"Hech tuza astitva.
Tu Maharashtra ahes.
Hech Maharashtracha astitva."
"Nandurbaraat nahi.
Darbaraat bas."
(My Marathi Corrected by Shamika of Aap Ka Nazrana)
Translation:-
Gangu:
"Mother! Look, a white chicken!
How beautiful!
May I take it? I want to play with it!"
Gangu's mother:
"O Gangu!
Why do you trouble me?
Don't you want to go to school?"
Gangu:
No mother.
Teacher scolds there.
I want to play with the chicken."
***
Gangu's mother:
"O doctor,
What has happened to my Gangu?
Why doesn't she speak?
She is just supine."
Doctor:
She has birdflu.
I'll write the medicines
(But I have no hopes)"
***
Gangu's mother:
My gangu is gone.
Kana's Ashok is gone.
Varkya's Sundri is gone!
What has happened
to our boys and girls?
What did they do of anyone?"
Doctor:
You are poor.
That is your fault.
Who will think of you?
This is Nadurbar
Not the CM's durbar."
"Go. Go to Mumbai.
There your king
Sitting on his throne
Will be upto his shenanigans.
Who cares for Maharashtra?
All think of the chair only.
Pack your bags,
And go to Mumbai.
Whether you'll get justice or not,
I have no idea.
But there in someone's house
Sweep, make polis.
That is your truth.
That is your being.
You are Maharashtra;
That is Maharashtra's being.
Not in Nandurbar,
Sit in a durbar!"
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