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We live in a society which consists of different type of people. Differences can be there in the form of religion, cast or financial positions. I cannot envision my life without a farmer who is growing vegetables and fruits for us, delivery men of gas cylinder or news paper or milk, cleaning staff in our office premises. There are endless examples we can list down here.
They all are doing their jobs to help us living a better life. But do we ever think of the life they and more importantly their children live. What is the fault of a child who unknowingly and unintentionally born in a underprivileged family, off course there is no mistake they have made. So being a very important part of our society do they not deserve equal rights of proper food, education and other basic things. If we are reliant on them for the things which we cannot live without, Isn’t it our responsibility to help those children get a better life?
It was one of the coldest days of this winter, chilling wind was thumping my face so hard that it could take the flesh out of it anytime.
I reached Hazarat Nizamuddin railway station at around 4:30 PM to catch MP Sampark Kranti to my home town. There was torturing rush on the ticket windows and platforms because of the disorder created by the delays in almost all the trains. Somehow I managed to reach my berth in one of the coaches and felt some warmth.
I was amazed to see that the train started on time and crowd was started settling in their respective places, I also took off my shoes, sitting comfortably I started reading the novel I was carrying with me, “Sea of Poppies” by Amitav Ghosh simultaneously started munching some potato chips. People were chatting about the fog and the cancellation/delay of the flights and trains, they made me uneasy when they discussed about the recent accidents those occurred because of fog and lower visibility.
किसी से क्यों कहें हमने क्या खोया क्या पाया है ज़िंदगी मे
कोई कौन होता है मेरे और खुदा के दरमियाँ आने वाला
मैं तो बस मानता रहा हर कही इस दिल की
खुदा ही तो था कभी सब छिनने तो कभी सब देने वाला
नही बदल पाया कभी मैं, ज़ो लिखा था उसने
कुछ माथे तो कुछ हाथों की लकीरों में
वही है जिसने भेजा था ज़मीन पर सासें देकर
और वही होगा एक दिन मुझे मौत देने वाला
अभी तो हूँ मैं ख्वाओं में कुछ देर मुझे और सोने दो
चंद लम्हे ही सही इस ज़ीवन के हंस के तो जी लेने दो.
कल क्या हो किसने जाना, आखों मे ये नींद भी हो ना हो
सर पर हो आसमां और उसमें झिलमिल सितारे हो ना हो
ओस के जैसे मुझको भी बादलों पर तो उड़ लेने दो
इन ताज़ी बहती हवाओं को सीने मे तो भर लेने दो
ना जाओ, अभी ठहरो तुमसे मुझे कुछ कहना है
दिल मे दबी सारी बातें होठों से तो कह लेने दो
मत रोको मेरे हाथों को जब तब इनमे दम है बाकी
जाते जाते भी मुझको एक कविता और लिख लेने दो
Do we always stand up by our parents when they need us? Can we give them as much as they have given us in terms of love, care and affection? Do we remember and can we count how many sacrifices they have done for us. Aren’t we more interested in keeping our managers happy than our parents?
This is not a spiritual or a motivational guide (How to respect your parents and keep them happy) but a very simple and straight tale. I am damn sure everyone who will read this, will find himself in the lead character.
This is a very touchy and eye opening story of a man and his mother, written very beautifully. It has all the love of a mother and all the ignorance of a son. “Times when my mom stood up for me” and “Times when I did not stand up for my mom” these are the two building blocks of the narrative.
What to say about a book which has already proved itself by winning most prestigious award, Booker Man Prize for 2008. The book was not in the lime light before it was nominated for the award, and the reason was the author Aravind Adiga who is very new as an author. This is his first book which is got published. He is now among very few Indian authors who won this award.
This is a story about a simple boy Balram Halwai from Bihar, about his struggle, dreams, failure, success and crimes. How he changed his life and became an employer from a servant. Read More…