Budhape ne di dastak, majbur sharir hua natmastak
paristhitia parikul bani, bimari ne kisi ki na suni
kamjor larkharate doctor ke pass gaye, dhakka gali siwa kuch na paaye
doctor ne jawaab diya kal aana,MRI aur saari jaanch kara lana
hum kehte gaye aur udhar parchi ban kar taiyaar,
hum samajh gaye doctor ne kar diya vaayapar
larkharate jhaanch sabhi kar aaya, kewal patni ka kandha saath aaya
bacchhe durasth, padhai ko majboor,
chah kar na kuch kar sake, chutti na hui manjoor
kaha padhai se nikale jaaoge, fir shaayad naukri kabhi na paaoge
shaayad yehi aaj ka jeevan hai, karo sangharsh rahe santosh yehi amulya dhan hai....
The idea to post this was to tell the plight of parents and their children, who come from small towns to big cities in search of a good career and a stable future. Somewhere down the line we are so much focused about our future and so much in binding with it, that we tend to forget our past, place from where we came from. But I guess, putting your career at stake isn't a good idea either, and this is the dilemma of all of us guys who as MNS puts it are 'outsiders' or 'migrants', we all at times, are in so called 'dharamsankat' as to how to choose between your social and professional duties. Somebody is missing his son or daughter, somebody is missing his wife but we can't go back home because in real world you need money and a decent professional life...So we sacrifice, sacrifice of feelings, sacrifice of social duties, sacrifice of love. But still the Indian middle class wakes up every morning, struggles with life, struggles with office boss, struggles with local politics, struggles with everything and comes back home, yet managing a smile on his face, kyunki
"mann mein hai vishas, pura hai vishwaas
hum honge kamyaab ek din"
Thanks for your patient reading
Tinu..
