11/04/2020 IN U.P. P/24
Hindi/
Ashram me bde mje se din gujar rhe the chahe school ho ya srart krne ki ek din school me kuchh Nye students aye hmari hi age ke the but clothe se and bat se pta chlta tha ki ve kisi achhe school me pdta hoge kyo ki guru ji jo sikhate ve bdi Jldi sikh lete the hm log sdabhar se sikhte the ( sdabhar ek tarah ka choda podha hota hai jo hmesa hra rehta hai chahe koi bhi mausam ho ) usse guru ji thukai krte the todne bhi hmi jate the aur pitte bhi hmi the homework to kbhi bhi nhi krte the guru ji roj ptri ( lkdi ka bna jispe white power se likhte the) kora pate phir adhe time murga bnne me bit jata tha phir toilet ka bhana aur gayab agle din phir vhi halat ek din guru ji ne kha kl sabhi ko poem English ke kitab ka pehla chapter yad krke ana hai kitab ek hi thi jo guru gi ke pass hoti thi jo hme mile the uska to kb ka plan aur boat bna kr uda chuke the bcha tha to sirf uper ka cover agle din bhai guru ji ne murga bnake dande se thukai ki phir ek ladki ke pass mujhe betha diya usse kha ki mujhe poem sikhaye jb tk ye poem yad na Krle ise jane mt dena ladki thi meri age ki pr itni khadus idhar udhar dekho to bhi guru ji se sikayat us din to o meri Dusham bn gyi agle din bhi pura poem yad krte bita lekin yad ho gya chutti hone se pehle guru ji ne mujhse 5 bar puri class ko poem sunwaya vo poem yesa yad hua ki aj tk yad hai sala phir to apse me bat hone lgi math ke sabhi guda bhag usse copy krta tha uske badle mai bahr se jo bhi gayab krte the usko bhi dete the uska name sunita vo meri pehli girl dost thi musse usne kanche khelna lattu ghumana sikh hi liya tha.
English translate/
Life was soo good, whether it was in hermitage or school. One time, it happened that new students joined in school, they were of my age but in appearance and intelligence they were far better. The things taught by guru g was easily understood to them unlike us, who learned like "Madagascar periwinkle" plant (ie is small flower plant which blooms every year ). Guru g made stick of that plant only, we only used to go for collecting them and we were the only one to get bitten by it as we don't complete the homework ever. Guru g used to write on wooden stool (patra) with white flowers, on leaves over it. Half of the time was spent on punishments and other half on excuses made for going washroom and escaping from there. Next day the same story repeats. Then next day guru g asked us to receit English poem, but we had only one book that is kept by guru g himself. The book we got was already teared for crafting paper boat and aeroplane, the only page left with us was the "Cover page". Next day again we had to face punishment then he made me sit next to a girl who was instructed to make me learn the poem and until I do so I was not allowed to go. The girl was of my age only but damn so strict that even trying looking at surrounding would attract a revile from her side to guru g. She became one of my enemy, next day also was spent in learning poem but at the end of the day, I learnt. Before the class gets over, guru g asked me to receit it 5 times in front of class. The poem sticked so hard in my mind that I'm still unable to forget it. Then we started talking to each other, I used to copy all answers from her in maths class of multiply and divide. In return we used to share the belonging that we got from outside hermitage. Her name was Sunita and she was my first girl friend. She learnt from me a lot of games,some were marbles and teetotum.
Ashram me bde mje se din gujar rhe the chahe school ho ya srart krne ki ek din school me kuchh Nye students aye hmari hi age ke the but clothe se and bat se pta chlta tha ki ve kisi achhe school me pdta hoge kyo ki guru ji jo sikhate ve bdi Jldi sikh lete the hm log sdabhar se sikhte the ( sdabhar ek tarah ka choda podha hota hai jo hmesa hra rehta hai chahe koi bhi mausam ho ) usse guru ji thukai krte the todne bhi hmi jate the aur pitte bhi hmi the homework to kbhi bhi nhi krte the guru ji roj ptri ( lkdi ka bna jispe white power se likhte the) kora pate phir adhe time murga bnne me bit jata tha phir toilet ka bhana aur gayab agle din phir vhi halat ek din guru ji ne kha kl sabhi ko poem English ke kitab ka pehla chapter yad krke ana hai kitab ek hi thi jo guru gi ke pass hoti thi jo hme mile the uska to kb ka plan aur boat bna kr uda chuke the bcha tha to sirf uper ka cover agle din bhai guru ji ne murga bnake dande se thukai ki phir ek ladki ke pass mujhe betha diya usse kha ki mujhe poem sikhaye jb tk ye poem yad na Krle ise jane mt dena ladki thi meri age ki pr itni khadus idhar udhar dekho to bhi guru ji se sikayat us din to o meri Dusham bn gyi agle din bhi pura poem yad krte bita lekin yad ho gya chutti hone se pehle guru ji ne mujhse 5 bar puri class ko poem sunwaya vo poem yesa yad hua ki aj tk yad hai sala phir to apse me bat hone lgi math ke sabhi guda bhag usse copy krta tha uske badle mai bahr se jo bhi gayab krte the usko bhi dete the uska name sunita vo meri pehli girl dost thi musse usne kanche khelna lattu ghumana sikh hi liya tha.
English translate/
Life was soo good, whether it was in hermitage or school. One time, it happened that new students joined in school, they were of my age but in appearance and intelligence they were far better. The things taught by guru g was easily understood to them unlike us, who learned like "Madagascar periwinkle" plant (ie is small flower plant which blooms every year ). Guru g made stick of that plant only, we only used to go for collecting them and we were the only one to get bitten by it as we don't complete the homework ever. Guru g used to write on wooden stool (patra) with white flowers, on leaves over it. Half of the time was spent on punishments and other half on excuses made for going washroom and escaping from there. Next day the same story repeats. Then next day guru g asked us to receit English poem, but we had only one book that is kept by guru g himself. The book we got was already teared for crafting paper boat and aeroplane, the only page left with us was the "Cover page". Next day again we had to face punishment then he made me sit next to a girl who was instructed to make me learn the poem and until I do so I was not allowed to go. The girl was of my age only but damn so strict that even trying looking at surrounding would attract a revile from her side to guru g. She became one of my enemy, next day also was spent in learning poem but at the end of the day, I learnt. Before the class gets over, guru g asked me to receit it 5 times in front of class. The poem sticked so hard in my mind that I'm still unable to forget it. Then we started talking to each other, I used to copy all answers from her in maths class of multiply and divide. In return we used to share the belonging that we got from outside hermitage. Her name was Sunita and she was my first girl friend. She learnt from me a lot of games,some were marbles and teetotum.
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