Monday, March 29, 2004
Srinivas Panse's Sweet Home
This was my first assignment as a Language Teacher.I always wanted to be teacher,teaching 6th was indeed fun.Like all language teachers
I also gave assignments to my students ,to write essays.But One Paper that I always looked forward was of Srinivas Panse. He had way with words
Once the Topic was "House Yard". Srinivas Had written "I like the Yard of my small Home very much. when I return from school I see my Mom there gardening,watering the the flower beds.Tendering the Vegetables which she will cook for Dinner.The Magnolias and Marigold on the fence in Bright Sunny Day Adds To Beauty of my Home.When my mom sees me walking towards Home ,She rushes and fetches my Backpack,asks me about my Day in School.Hugs me for my good grades and then treats me,with goodies which she cooked for me.As the Day ends My Mom waits in the porch overlooking the Yard her eyes are awaiting my Dad.My Dad Arrives Humming a Song with Beaming Smile On his Face.I'm Playing in Yard and as Soon as See Him I leap with Joy ,and holding his hand we walk in Home In our Yard we have a Swing ,On Weekends Some times My Dad Plays with me,I ride the Swing And He gives me big Swing,I feel ,if I leap of the swing I'll fly in Sky."
Other Time the Assignment was on "Rainy Day". Srinivas had Written "I like the rains.When It rains I am in the Yard Doing Rain Dance Getting Wet ,making Paper Boats.My Mom is Worried ,She Hollers me ask me to get in Home ,She fears that I'll fall sick.But my Dad is Not like that he joins me in rain ,He Sings Songs and we make merry ,when the rain stops,and we get inside the home,mom fetches towel to wipe Our Hair Dry"
The imagery in His Essays ,the description of his family,were essence of every assignment Srinivas Did.I liked reading his essays to class.After teaching in that school for a year I moved to a school which was closer to place I lived.But Every time it rains the first picture that comes to my Mind is Srinivas Panse and his Dad in the Yard of their Lovely Home.
Nearly 4-5 years have passed now.When yesterday I was shopping I saw Srinivas crossing the road.Yes the looks were the same,though the eyes looked Sunken ,Skin bit Pale.I walked upto him asked gingerly ,"You are Srinivas Panse? aren't you ?" "Yes Madam!" He replied Matter of factly. "So how are things with you ? You must be in college now ,Do you Still stay in Same Home,The One in your essay ? How is Your Mom How is Your Dad ?" I had so many Questions to ask
"What Home Madam ? Mom,Dad I never had one......From the time I remember I have been raised in an Orphanage !!!" So saying He disappeared in Crowd.
Free-form Translation: Marathi Short Story "Srinivas Panse Che Angan"
This was one in my School Syllabus,I remember vividly ,though I don't remember
The Name Of The Authoress
I
This was my first assignment as a Language Teacher.I always wanted to be teacher,teaching 6th was indeed fun.Like all language teachers
I also gave assignments to my students ,to write essays.But One Paper that I always looked forward was of Srinivas Panse. He had way with words
Once the Topic was "House Yard". Srinivas Had written "I like the Yard of my small Home very much. when I return from school I see my Mom there gardening,watering the the flower beds.Tendering the Vegetables which she will cook for Dinner.The Magnolias and Marigold on the fence in Bright Sunny Day Adds To Beauty of my Home.When my mom sees me walking towards Home ,She rushes and fetches my Backpack,asks me about my Day in School.Hugs me for my good grades and then treats me,with goodies which she cooked for me.As the Day ends My Mom waits in the porch overlooking the Yard her eyes are awaiting my Dad.My Dad Arrives Humming a Song with Beaming Smile On his Face.I'm Playing in Yard and as Soon as See Him I leap with Joy ,and holding his hand we walk in Home In our Yard we have a Swing ,On Weekends Some times My Dad Plays with me,I ride the Swing And He gives me big Swing,I feel ,if I leap of the swing I'll fly in Sky."
Other Time the Assignment was on "Rainy Day". Srinivas had Written "I like the rains.When It rains I am in the Yard Doing Rain Dance Getting Wet ,making Paper Boats.My Mom is Worried ,She Hollers me ask me to get in Home ,She fears that I'll fall sick.But my Dad is Not like that he joins me in rain ,He Sings Songs and we make merry ,when the rain stops,and we get inside the home,mom fetches towel to wipe Our Hair Dry"
The imagery in His Essays ,the description of his family,were essence of every assignment Srinivas Did.I liked reading his essays to class.After teaching in that school for a year I moved to a school which was closer to place I lived.But Every time it rains the first picture that comes to my Mind is Srinivas Panse and his Dad in the Yard of their Lovely Home.
Nearly 4-5 years have passed now.When yesterday I was shopping I saw Srinivas crossing the road.Yes the looks were the same,though the eyes looked Sunken ,Skin bit Pale.I walked upto him asked gingerly ,"You are Srinivas Panse? aren't you ?" "Yes Madam!" He replied Matter of factly. "So how are things with you ? You must be in college now ,Do you Still stay in Same Home,The One in your essay ? How is Your Mom How is Your Dad ?" I had so many Questions to ask
"What Home Madam ? Mom,Dad I never had one......From the time I remember I have been raised in an Orphanage !!!" So saying He disappeared in Crowd.
Free-form Translation: Marathi Short Story "Srinivas Panse Che Angan"
This was one in my School Syllabus,I remember vividly ,though I don't remember
The Name Of The Authoress
I
Unsui 10:27 AM
19 Comments:
I think it's written by Vasudha Patil.
Thank you so very much
good translation. though would love to read it again in marathi
Thank you for your blog! One of the best Marathi short story!
Just yesterday i remembered the story and googled it to find your blog
Right Sachin, same here. This marathi lesson has been unforgettable for me. I remember when I had read this the first time in class a chill ran down my spine. Over the years I never could forget this beautiful story.
I googled and found this and it was again heart touching even in translation. But yes the marathi version has its own magic...
Noor Ghulam Waris
I googled and found this and it was again heart touching even in translation. But yes the marathi version has its own magic...
Noor Ghulam Waris
I completely agree with Noor. I had similar nostalgic yet melancholy feeling. Did anyone of you stumble upon the original Marathi version?
Does anyone have the marathi version or name of the author please?
I tried to find out. The only source is to find out the text book from govt printing press.mumbai. I was remembering the name panse che Aangan and tried to search. I got this translation. If anyone gets the details please share
Thanks for posting this.It was highlight of my days in school days..Nostalgic..i never completed reading the story without tears streaming down n then mum consoling me. Cannot forget the moment Shrinivas gets lost in crowd and teacher is shocked after he says what he says has been embedded in my mind till today..
Why this has affected some of us so much...why did we feel the pain ..It touched our heart so much.
Why this has affected some of us so much...why did we feel the pain ..It touched our heart so much.
What a pleasant surprise to find this story here!! I was somehow reminded of this story after seeing "Stanley ka dabba".
If I remember it correctly, the author of this story was Vasudha Kale.
If I remember it correctly, the author of this story was Vasudha Kale.
Same here. Unforgettable story. I still remember how my teacher explained this.
Thanks for the story.
yes ... thanks indeed... n may universe bless u and be with u
looking for this book... please help
Do we know which standard it was . I thinm it was in kumar bharti or yuvak bharati
Hi, it was in year 1985 balbharti
It's not vasudha patil it's written by shanta shelke
Not vasudha kale, it was written by shanta shelke