Ek baar..
kuch times k liye maine as a supervisor..
ek contracter k yaha job kiya tha..
Waha mera kaam..
karib 70 workers k kaam par nazar rakhna tha..
Jinme karib 30 aartist the..
baki dehaadi par kaam karne wale majdur..
jo U.P or BIHAR k gaon se aaye the apne parivar k sath..
Kafi badi building ban rahi thi..
Jisme museum,mall,theater,art gallery b banaya jana tha...
Main apne kaam ko kafi enjoy karta tha..
Lekin bahut bura lagta hai jab aap dil dukhane wali cheezo ko apni aakho se dekhate ho..
Waha banati building ko dekhane kafi bade ghar k amir log
or unke educated bucche aate the..
Wahi dusri taraf..
Ek majdur cycle me apni biwi
or 4-5 saal k bucche ko lekar kaam par aate hai..
Waha amiro k bucche,
air conditiner car me apne mom dad ka wait karte hai..
jo building ka jayzaa (check karne) lene gaye hai.
Wahi garib k bucche kadak dhoop me mittiyo me khel rahe hai..
Or Ro ro kar intizar karte hai ki kab maa baap kaam se lautenge..
Waha construction me madam k pair me moch aa gayi..
Kyu ki high heel pahan kar patharo k beach se nikal rahi hai thi..
Ab pura staff tarah tarah ki dawaiya lekar unke aage piche bhaag raha hai..
Udhar ek majdur 3rd floor se niche gir gaya..
coz safty belt nahi thi or hath tut gaya..
Lekin use pahle dawai nahi contracter ki daat milti hai...
Kafi differences
hai..
humare society me..
jo mujhe sochne par majbur karti hai..
Ki aisa kyu??
Lekin esme galti na amiro ki hai,
na garibo ki,
na contracter ki hai,
na logo ki..
Sub system ki kami hai...
Jiski ab pure desh ko aadat ho gayi hai..
