A DIALOGUE WITH TAQDEER- (CHILD LABOURER'S DESTINY)

CHILD LABOURER(छुट्टन ): "क्यों  बोलूँ  मैं ? कोई  न  पढ़ेगा ....कुछ बदलेगा  नाहीं .परसों  मशीन  में  कलुआ  का  हाथ  पिस  गवा  ! ऊ  हमरा  चचेरा  भाई, 8  बरस  का  है, काम   करता  है , मैं  भी  करता  हूँ ".

आदमी : कहाँ ?

छुट्टन  - तन-नेरी  में (Leather  Tannery)

आदमी - क्या  करते  हो ?

छुट्टन  - चमरा  उठता  हूँ  और  द्रुम  मशीन  में  डालता  हूँ .

आदमी - कितना  मिलता  है ?

छुट्टन  - पचीस  - तीस  रुपिया,  और  कुछ  मेरी छोटी  बहिन  ले  आती  है   वो  शैखु  के  भत्ते  पे  ईंट  चुनती  है. माँ  बीमार  रहती  है. अब्बा  मोटिया  (load bearer) है.

आदमी - पढ़ते  क्यूँ  नहीं ?

छुट्टन - जितना  कमाता  हूँ  खुद  ही  खा - जाता  हूँ, तो  साला  पढ़ाएगा  कौन . छुटकी  को  पढ़ाकर  शादी  करवाऊंगा . चाय  के  लिए  शुक्रिया . तुम  नेता  हो  का  - अब्बा  से  कह  दूंगा  तुम्ही  को  वोट   देंगे  मैं  तो  अभी  10 साल  का  हूँ .

Not only chhuttan, millions of Indian talents with such sparks which can ignite the hearts of millions are daily burdened by the weight of labour .Oh sorry LOVE of labour and - You ? A SILENT OBSERVER. You can change the world of this dreamer by thinking for children like him.

LISTEN TO THE SILENT BEATS OF YOUR HEART. You are the crier , you are the silent crier think for him, speak for him. Speak against child labour. Speak against this bulwark of social atrocities met by an underprivileged child. Gather courage to break this ice of penury, which is killing many talents.

Mail your thoughts for change.

Email: ling2liang@gmail.com

The little lips....

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"I am black because of my work . No I am not dark complexioned. I break coals for the thekedaar. He has a big godown for coal bits. I am a girl. What can study do for a child like me? I have never been to school. I earn for myself and my parents for them. Some money serves as a morsel for my sisters and me. They are very small. Rahmana is six others are smaller. I am very big .I am '8'. My mother never went to school. She is earning for herself. We are all self-dependent. We do not need to study. Food is our first concern. If we start studying who will care for us, even the thekedar will throw us away. Thekedar uncle says school is bad for my sisters and me. His son goes to school, it is only meant for those boys who live in kothi........................hee-hi-hee-hi, I and school, no sir we are not born for that."

The little lips quivered and the bright eyes wetted. With the same sky for both you and them, no one cares for diverting happiness, hope and light from their lives. You are the chosen one to change their course of fate. You can take up your powerful thoughts and sound the buggle to free them from this doomed state. They do not need money, they need your thoughts. They need affirmative steps to the road of their freedom from chains of labour.

Change your attitude towards them , you will find your brother and sisters in them. They are like you, you are like them . So change yourselves, to change them. MAIL YOUR PRECIOUS THOUGHTS. Your thoughts are invaluable to change the world of small wonders.

Email: ling2liang@gmail.com

Silence .............. Hear the Light & See the Music

Silence and Me ....

Silence has the mysterious power of confronting the barriers of man’s limit. Accomplishing this innate quality takes man life time to feel the inner oneness with infinity. This silence is inborn and talent. Man takes drastic steps to move out of his cocoon. The shell explodes with the zeal and emphatic resonance of blending shades of universal alchemy. Man takes fragile vows and silence forges it into hardened steel. The sword of silence slices the thin air to reap blankets of solace. The expanding evolution in the cacophony has reduced silence to a speck which can be felt by a small group of people only. Unveiling it in the darkness can scatter light and uncovering it in the light can be an ostentatious event. The symphony of silence with feat makes the accomplishment a necessity for recognition. The dwindling colossus figure of your existence takes the catastrophe of modernity as a remedy but the real light of life is silence. The silent movers are silent achievers. The silent crusaders are silent kings. The silent warriors are silent reformers. The silence is in you. The silence is you when you feel the oneness with society. The silence is in you when you feel the unity of free air with your inhalation. Your inspiration is your soul. You can mold your own eternity. The lord of lords has given you the power of extremes all you have to do is stick to it and melt your ‘self’ in the silence of silence.