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少年派的奇幻漂流 Chapter 35

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Chapter 35

We left Madras on June 21st, 1977, on the Panamanian-registered Japanese cargo ship Tsimtsum. Her officers were Japanese, her crew was Taiwanese, and she was large and impressive. On our last day in Pondicherry I said goodbye to Mamaji, to Mr. and Mr. Kumar, to all my friends and even to many strangers. Mother was apparelled in her finest sari. Her long tress, artfully folded back and attached to the back of her head, was adorned with a garland of fresh jasmine flowers. She looked beautiful. And sad. For she was leaving India, India of the heat and monsoons, of rice fields and the Cauvery River, of coastlines and stone temples, of bullock carts and colourful trucks, of friends and known shopkeepers, of Nehru Street and Goubert Salai, of this and that, India so familiar to her and loved by her. While her men-I fancied myself one already, though I was only sixteen-were in a hurry to get going, were Winnipeggers at heart already, she lingered.

The day before our departure she pointed at a cigarette wallah and earnestly asked, "Should we get a pack or two?"

Father replied, "They have tobacco in Canada. And why do you want to buy cigarettes? We don't smoke."

Yes, they have tobacco in Canada-but do they have Gold Flake cigarettes? Do they have Arun ice cream? Are the bicycles Heroes? Are the televisions Onidas? Are the cars Ambassadors? Are the bookshops Higginbothams'? Such, I suspect, were the questions that swirled in Mother's mind as she contemplated buying cigarettes.

Animals were sedated, cages were loaded and secured, feed was stored, bunks were assigned, lines were tossed, and whistles were blown. As the ship was worked out of the dock and piloted out to sea, I wildly waved goodbye to India. The sun was shining, the breeze was steady, and seagulls shrieked in the air above us. I was terribly excited.

Things didn't turn out the way they were supposed to, but what can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.

第三十五章

    我们于1977年6月21日乘坐在巴拿马登记的日本货船“齐姆楚姆’’号离开马德拉斯。船上的高级船员是日本人,普通船员是台湾人。船很大,令人难忘。我们在本地治里的最后一天,我对玛玛吉、库马尔先生和库马尔先生、所有的朋友,甚至许多陌生人都说了再见。母亲穿着她最漂亮的莎丽。她长长的发绺很有艺术性地盘在脑后,扎着一个新鲜的茉莉花环。她看上去很美,很悲伤。因为她就要离开印度,那个地方气候灸热,会刮季风,那个地方有稻田和高韦里河,有海岸线和石头寺庙,有牛车和五彩卡车,有朋友和我们认识的店主,有尼赫鲁大街和古贝尔·萨莱,有这个那个,那是她所熟悉和热爱的印度。当她的男人们——我想自己也已经是一个男人了,尽管我只有1 6岁——正匆匆忙忙准备出发,心里已经在想着温尼伯的时候,她却在留恋徘徊。

    我们出发前一天,她指着一个卖香烟的,认真地问:“我们要不要买几包?’’

    父亲回答说:“加拿大有烟草。你为什么想要买香烟呢?我们又不抽烟。"

    是的,加拿大有烟草,但是那里有金火花牌香烟吗?那里有阿伦冰淇淋吗?那里的自行车是英雄牌的吗?那里的电视机是奥尼达斯牌的吗?那里的汽车是大使牌的吗?那里的书店是希金博瑟姆家开的吗?我猜母亲在考虑买香烟的时候,她心中萦绕的就是这些问题。

    动物被注射了镇静剂,笼子被装上船,捆牢放好,食物被存放妥当,床铺被分配好,绳子被抛了出去,哨子吹响了起来。船驶离港口,开到了海上,我拼命向印度挥手告别。

    太阳照耀着,微风一直吹着,海鸥在我们头顶的天空尖声呜叫。我太激动了。

    事情并没有像我们预想的那样发生,你能怎么办呢?无论生活以怎样的方式向你走来,你都必须接受它,尽可能地享受它。


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