Monday, January 18, 2016

Yes, Your Highness

Another translation of Bongpen's work: http://www.bongpen.net/2016/01/blog-post_17.html

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- Dad
- Yes, Your Highness
- Serious question.
- OK. Ask Bilu.
- Cancer it is then?
- Yes.
- Hundred percent?
- Hundred percent.
- Escape route?
- Nada.
- Third stage?
- Even third opinion confirmed that.
- So, how much longer?
- Six months. Maybe it can be stretched to ten.
- Are you nervous?
- My body is going limp! Obviously.
- Obviously.
- Ten months, That would mean the end of your higher secondary exams.
- Right now your concern is my higher secondary exam?
- Had just about managed to get rid of your nervousness around physics. Alas.
- Even if you are not there I won't be nervous about physics.
- Maybe we'll touch January. Dude, please don't drop the exams.
- Dad, have never seen you fret so much over exams before.
- Not quite, but you see a dead father's concerns know no limit.
- Concerns after death?
- Have started believing in the supernatural since the biopsy reports arrived.
- Should I believe in spirits?
- No. Never.
- Then why are you doing so?
- It'll be your winter, and ten months for me.
- Winter is coming, for me?
- Oh, no, Didn't mean like that.
- OK. Anyway, trust me, I won't drop out of school.
- Good. With what we have in the savings account, every year is still very precious.
- Precious. Won't forget that.
- See, for the next six to ten months there will be a picnic going on in the hospital.
- Hmm.
- Look after Kamala. She's very perceptive. You hardly get to see such sensitive cats nowadays.
- Hmmm.
- So, in another year you will be done with school. Then what? Engineering?
- Statistics. Till Masters.
- That's my son! So, one plus three plus two. Six year. We will manage. I am making necessary arrangement so that the second floor can be ready to rent.
- Hmm..Are you smoking?
- I am done for boss, nothing matters anymore son. Does she know?
- She?
- Playing dumb with your Dad! Ishaani.
- Oh! No, I mean..
- She's a good girl. But listen Bilu. You're about to get the combination of an empty house and puberty. Don't forget about your family's respect. Although the girl is nice. No worry. 
- You feel worried about me?
- It is my duty to warn you.
- Oh please.
- Bilu.
- Hmm...
- Speak to you Mom. Call her. At least once a day.
- Hmm...
- Err...will you stay with your Mom?
- I don't get along with Mr. Aniket. You know that.
- Aniket is a gentleman Bilu.
- Dad.
- Son. As I said, a million worries for the Dad who's about to die.
- Mom was crying today in the hospital.
- Does love and romance disappear due to a divorce? Is it possible?
- No.
- Hmm...Sorry.
- Why sorry?
- For the divorce. I am sorry.
- Mom had left.
- I couldn't manage. Your Mom is a very special woman.
- Nobody can cook Koi fish curry like you. Not even Mom.
- Heh! There is a slight twist to the recipe. Will jot it down in your poems diary.
- Dad.
- Yes, Your Highness.
- It's not good.
- Not at all. Your Dad won't be there anymore Bilu. I feel terrible for you.
- Of course.
- Don't let the terror of physics relapse.
- I won't drop out of school will call Mom everyday, won't invite Ishaani home.
- Why not? You will absolutely call her home. You won't do it on the sly, but openly.
- Dad
- Yes, Your Highness.
Mom was weeping uncontrollably today. Have never seen her cry like this.
- Bilu.
- Yes Boss.
- After six to ten months, please tell your Mom, I too felt like crying for her. Uncontrollably.
- Hmm. That's not good.
- Not at all Your Highness. Not at all.
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