Hey everyone..I'm a stranger going to highlight not just one but many life's journeys...a boy belong to middle class family...sorry lower middle class family...as he born his father decided "I
will make him an engineer, doctor or IAS officer.." At that time he was a saleman at a shop later
on as the boy grew up he went to school with some tears in eyes ...at that moment his father realise ..as a salesman he could not make him as he wished..therefore his parents decided to open their own shop...
Shop gets open ….2-3 days were well they made good profit...but can't enough to pay the school fees, rent and other essential goods..they decided Father will persue the shop ….mother and son would stay in village for one year..one year passed and that turn out be three and a half years ...with some family issues...but the biggest irony is happened to that boy...his father dream to turn him a well educated..and ..sincere boy..and what we learn in village...." Ka ho chacha
..kaisan bala..."…"kaa re maarab bsdk kehu baccha na paee"
With these word of bhojpuri ..how would he compete with boys and girls who used to say.."hey whats up dude....lets go and party tonight" but might be God is with him and after three and half years he came back to his city named Lucknow.....
The 2nd phase...
After he came back to Lucknow..he had taken addmission in same school...when he went there
..for the first time he didn't know ..when teachers came in class students should stand up and with regards...they should say"good morning" but he didn't stand up....when teacher noticed him ... later called him ...and asked a question in english "why didn't you..stand up " the boy gave no reply and stand silent ….
After that day he understood to stand whenever teacher came in to class..no one used
to make a friendship bond with that boy because of his attitude,language and oilly hair
. The boy used to feel lonely ..and later on when exam took first step in his life..he just
got 36% of marks ...last positon in the class...
When PTM(parents – teacher meeting ) held in school ..the teacher told to his father"you son is just passed in exam ….vo bhi sirf teachers ke badualt...muje nhi lagta aapka beta is school me zayada din reh sakta haii" when he came to their rental home , his father realise that ...he should know how I lived ...how I managed ..how I control my tears when I heard my son..talking in bojpuri...how he control his emtions when he sold his son's favourite bi-cycle.....
He should know.......................
The unforgettable thoughts ...
Beta -"Aaaj hum is sahar mein hai vo bahale bagwaan ki den haii...par mehnat kissi insaan ki haii..tumhare gaooo jane k baad ...ye sahar kissi banjar se kam nhi lagga muje ...jeb me sirf 100 rupee..aur badan ke 2 set
kapde....dukaan ki pechaan banane ke liye kudh ki taqleef bhulana pada...khane k
liye sabji na hone par 1.5 rupee ki dahi aur namak leke chaval se khaya
….bimaar padne pe doctor ke pass nhii medical store jake do tablet leke bimari dabani padi ...subh 3 baje uth ke 20 km cycle chala ke 5 baje dukaan kholta tha...us lucknow k gao me raha jahan shayd janwar bhi rehna pasand na kare ….bike na hone parr cycle se aminabad jana padda.....
Aise aaneko kisse hai mere haii....2 rupee puncherwala..free hawa wala...isse sangarsh ki den haii ..jo aaj hum lucknow m rehte haii...
© singhanuj