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Saturday, August 8, 2009

Common Man-Aam Admi


“aam admi” , kai baari humne is shabd ko apni rojmarra ki zindagi mein suna hai aur khud bhi iska prayog yahan wahan karte hi hain. Par kya vastavikta mein hum yeh jante hai ki “aam admi” hota kaun hai. Kin chunind logon ko hum “aam admi” ki shreni mein late hai. Kya yeh janna hamare liye jaruri nahin hai? Shayad aise hi bahut sare shabd humapni aam zindagi mein istemal karte hai aur tajjub ki baat toh yeh hai ki hum anayas hi unhe apni zindagi ke shabd kosh mein laa dhakelte hain. Kabhi mami ki mnuh se nikle hue kuch shabd, us din chacha ne zor dekar is shabd ka istemaal kiya. Isis tarah hum bhasha aur shabdon ko sikhte hai.

Khair jane dijiye bhasha aur shabdon ke chayan ko is waqt kyunkifilhaal main “aam admi” par kuch apne vicjar vyakt karna chah rahi thi. Haan toh aa admi who nahin hota jiski mahine ki amdani lakhon aur karoron mein hoti. Balki wah hota hai jo mahine ke aakhiri dinon mein bhi ek 1000 aur kabhi kabhi toh 100 ke note ke liye bhi taras jaata hai. Jo chalta toh itni shaan se hai jaise uske samne kisi aur kit oh koi aukat hi nahin hai par ek mineral water ki botal kharidne se acha who 50 paise ka ek gilass lena jyada pasand karta hai.

“aam admi” ke paas aaj har such suvidha hai aur nahin bhi hai toh who chand minton mein ek loan ka form bharkar idhar udhar se references bator kar haasil kar hi leta hai. Zindadili toh dekhiye is shakhs ki, 3-4 bank wale iske ghar ke aksar chakkar kat-te rehte hi fir bhi agla sale mein se branded kapde kharidne ki haisiyat rakhta hai.

Aur sahab inke ghar koi manpasand mehman aa jaye toh , duniya bhar ki khane peene ka saman se table ko susajjit kar deta hai. Bhale hi fir agle mahine parcghun wala khun pine ko taiyaar ho jaye. Toh aap samajh rahe hai na ki yeh “aam admi” asal mein aam nahin bahut hi bada seb hai jo season mein bhi mehenga milta hai.

Emi bharte bharte jaan munh ko aa jati hai, fir bhi majal hai ki who apna living standard na banaye. Aakhir naak unchi rakhni bhi toh jaruri hai.Aur sabse jaruri aur mahatvapurna baat toh yeh hai in sahib ka aham itna uncha hai ki yeh apni shaan mein koi kami nahin rakhenge bhale hi inka beta ya beti inko zindagi mein kuch kamaya nahin gavanya ke taane mar maar ke kaan paka de. “Bache hai samajhte nahin hai, ki yeh sab inhi ke liye toh karta hun,” yehi kehkar yeh jo “aam admi” naam ke sahab hai.

Asal mein yeh :aam admi : koi nichle dabke ka insaan nahin hain hai aur na hi raees vyakri hai, vastavikta main yeh ek madhyam vargiya parivar mein rehne wala vyakti hai. Jiski zindagi ka kharch uski umra se jyada ho chala hai aur fir bhi woh ikki dukki baton mein khushiyan dhundta hua aage chala jar aha hai.

Na hi who koi chota mota kaam kar sakta hai aur na hi who minto mein lakhon ka karobar kar sakta hai; uski zindagi mein izzat se badhi koi cheez nahin kyunki, nichle varg ke logon ki tarah who nang nahin ho skat , jinke paas khone ke liye kuch nahin aur nahin woh ucch varg se hai , jinka kuch chala bhi jaye toh kya farak padh jayega, aur kuch galat ho bhi jaye toh rupe paise se dhak diya jayega.

“Aam admi”, shayad hummein se kai aise hi hai

Ek “aam aadmi” ke liye sabkuch jaruri hai izzat, paisa, shauhrat, rutba, pyaar, rishte-naate , aur inhin sab kuch ko batorne aur haasil karne ke chakkar mein who apne man ki shanty, dil ke sukoon ko kho chukka hai. Ek haad-maans ka tukda matra hai jo apne khwahishon ki tapti retili sadak pe ghisde jaa raha hai…

I could have written this in English too as my vocabulary is not that parched when it comes to write in English. Yet, I preferred writing this way. First, my apology for not typing in Hindi script! It is because I don’t know how to do that on web or on my laptop. So, please bear with this.

Something which is way too close to my heart, instigated me to type on these lines…

Life is a mad rush for the survival for a common man and he suffers every second living it. When momentary pleasures come to greet him, something unexpected trails along to banish those smiles from his life. He is common man, who has to fight till end; he cannot stoop down from his level, neither can he rise above his standard. He is the one dancing on a rope all the time. And this rope is not the one that earns money to rope dancers on street but the one that wrenches every bit of life from him and yet thrusts him towards the mirage of life.

He laughs, weeps, smiles, sobs, plays, cribs, dances, hum tunes sad/soothing and acts…. Yet he is supposed to that, lest life won’t be able to trudge further…isn’t it?