Ek inbanndh

Friday, March 16, 2007
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Railway station pe main khada tha, ek budha aadmi sitting chair per
soeya pada tha, maine usse jagaya, ek das ka note pakdaya, or puchha
ki haawda express kitne baje aati hai, usne kaha mujhe kya malum,
main to 50 sallon se bimaar pada hun, yahan kisi train ka koi sahi
samaye nahi hai, isiliye 50 sallon se soeya pada hun, maine kaha ki
tumhen sharam nahi aati kyon jhuth bolte ho, dinse to daru peete ho
or raat tak sote ho, usne kaha nahi babuji main sach keh raha hun,
or ek baat yahan ka har aadmi kisi na kisi se paise khane ki taak me
hai, wo duur khada T.T babu bhi isi firaak me hai, ki koi aisa aaiye
jo ticket na katwaye, wo unko chori se bithaye or unse paise khaye,
maine kaha aakhir ye bhrashtachaar kab tak chalega, hamre desh main
ye daanaw aakhir kab tak palega, usne kaha main bhi ye sab 50 sallon
se dekhta hi aa raha hun, phir bhi khamoshi ke chane chaba raha hun,
par kar bhi kya sakte hain, aaise loog paise kha kha kar isi tarah
pakte hain, usne kaha "dar-asal main samaaj hun, isi liye jaise kal
chup tha waise hi aaj hun, or shayad waise hi kal bhi rahunga.

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maine iss nibanndh me aise samaaj ki jhalak dikhaie hai jo sub kuchh
apne samne dekhta to sub kuchh hai par bolne ki kisi me himmat nahi.
isme 50 saal humari aazadi ko ho chuke hain or tabhi se humaara sara
systam kharaab pada hai kisi ko kisi se koi matlab nahi. buss apni
jeb bharne se matlab hai.

Rajan {gareeb}


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