Monday, October 22, 2012

The Azad



“What is your name boy? “ I simply asked.
“Azad” A little fellow replied with a pride and raising his head.

One fine morning this boy appeared in lobby of our office with a black cloth bag in his hand. He was wearying very old dirty white shirt and black dusty pant and no shoes. Such appearance is very usual in Government offices so it didn’t wonder me much. I was in a bit hurry though stopped there to talk with him because I sensed something different with this boy.

“Azad, why do you polish shoes?” I began with the best conversation starter question.
“Because that’s the only thing I do the best” a very plain and simple answer by him.
“But don’t you think it’s a rubbish work? I questioned.
He just shook his hand in reply. I might dishearten him by asking such a question.
“Now, can I polish your shoes, sir? He asked me.
“No, No, it’s just fine. My shoes don’t deserve to be polished at all” I pointed towards my dirty black formal shoes.
 “Please Sir, let me do it. I polish the best in the town. You can see your face on the toe of shoes and comb your hair” He pleaded.
We both laugh a loud out at comment “combing your hair”.
“See, I don’t want my shoes to be polished right now. Sometimes I polish them at my own. So I really don’t need and you can go now; its office time here” I explained him.
“Please sir, my polish is at very affordable rate. I’ll just charge only 5 Rs.” He said and tried to make his face more innocent this time.
“Do you take 5 Rs. for both shoes or for just one?”  I asked.
He thought a little bit then smiled and said. “For you, both in 5 Rs.”
“Oh discount for me! Why is it so?” I asked curiously.
“At least I would earn 5 Rs. instead of nothing so compromise.” He replied.
“That’s true but I won’t let you shine my shoes.”
“Sir, Please. I offered you discount even. It costs only 5 Rs. what’s a big deal?” He almost screamed.
“What will you do with the money? Why are you so desperate to earn? Where will you spend it? I asked furiously.
“I want to buy an eraser” He replied while lowering his face this time.
That made me silent. “So you’re polishing others shoes just to buy an eraser, right?”
“To buy pencils for my brother also” he said.
“In what standard are you studying? I asked.
“In 6th standard, at Nalanda High School” He pointed towards direction of his school.
“Oh! That’s really fine school in the town. So what was your result of 5 thStandard?”
He looked towards the sky to find the answer. “I don’t remember exactly but it was something 78.35 or 78.37 percentage”
“That means you’re clever boy”
He smiled and nodded shyly.
“Spell your name”
“A…Z..A..D..” he spoke without thinking or blinking.
“Now spell my name”
“But first tell me your name, Sir”
“Oh yes! It’s Pratik”
He thought for a while and spoke.
“well…P…A…T…E…E…K…”
“No, it’s wrong. Try Again.”
“Hmm….P..A..R..T..I..K..”
“Almost there but incorrect”
He gave up an attempt after blinking his eyes 12 times.
“It’s a difficult name to spell, from where did you get it?”
“I got it from my aunt. It’s not difficult boy, you just misplaced A and R. Do some practice at home.”
“Okay Sure, Can I polish your shoes now?” Again he came back to the main point.
“Look, I am giving you all the money. Go and just buy eraser, pencils and required stuffs. You don’t need to polish my shoes or anyone else’s.”
“It’s a wrong way sir. I must polish your shoes then accept money. If you wouldn’t allow then someone else would and at the end of the day I would have enough money to buy everything I want” 
He was right. One must work to earn something. But It doesn’t make me feel good if I let a child to work for earning. I asked whether his parents forced him to do this work but he refused. At that moment a thought born in my mind. He wanted to earn few rupeesby doing some work to fulfil his requirements and it was resembling incident of Mr.A.P.J. Abdul Kalam’s childhood scenario of selling newspaper on bicycle.  I let him polish my shoes. During that I asked him few things and came to know some interesting facts affecting on lower middle class family children. 
“Azad, What do you want to become in your life?”
“Sir, I want to become police officer or a Leader” I expected words “like Engineer or Doctor”.
“That’s something nice. Why do you want to be one?”
“My father says that, in this country, they earn big money very easily more than anyone else”
That’s a real irony and we both laughed ironically.
“So what your father do?”
“He is a small mason and work here and there. He doesn’t earn much so I work sometimes in vacations. It’s quite interesting work you know! I enjoy”
“Do you have any brother or sister?
“One younger brother and one elder sister. They both are clever like me.”
“See, we can do something. Why don’t you come here in the evening after school? I’ll teach you how to spell and other thing you don’t know.”
He looked towards me in amazement and I understood a question which just popped up in his mind.
“Oh don’t worry I won’t take any fees from you Azad. You can also bring your brother and sister along with you. We will sit and learn and enjoy.”
“Sure, I’ll tell them. So here it is; your shoes. See the difference and comb your hair. Didn’t I tell you I polish the best?” He said proudly.
“You did really fantastic job!” I appreciated and gave him 10 Rs.
“Sir, please give change. You’re the first customer today so I don’t have change”
“You can keep the change, I don’t need it back. But don’t you dare to spend it anywhere else. Just buy eraser and pencil.”
“No Sir, I can’t keep change like that. You wait here I am just coming back with change”
“Azad, just polish my shoes next time in free. Now is it fine with you?”
“Okay! For sure. Thank you. I am going now”
“Sure, Good bye and don’t forget to come in the evening, I’ll wait for you” I waved finally.

Azad didn’t show up. I waited very eagerly in the evenings for few days, for few months, but he didn’t show up. I didn’t know his address so I can go and meet him. I remained consumed in his thoughts for few days and then my daily overloaded government work almost overlapped his memory. That boy was having something inside him. He never fumbled in answering, he never changed his thought, he never thought of what kind of work he do, he was obstinate about his ethics, he wanted so clearly to become corrupted officer to earn money, he took respectfully his money after working not before, he said about his father’s earning without hesitation, he convinced me without showing over emotions but with innocence and he was smart. He was a kid with abilities but with no direction like any other lower middle class family kid. After few months, I saw him in the market and waved my hand to him but he didn’t recognize me until I told him about English learning evenings. He respectfully told me that his father didn’t allow him even along with brother and sister. His father didn’t trust stranger.  His father was right as a father. It happens. Later on from another shoe polisher kid I came to know that it was like a trend in his school to work in vacations for earning. Some use those earing in good ways and some in bad ways. There are always two sides of coin. I remember Azad some day when I see children like him earning and myself forced me to ask them where they spend that money. Sometimes I also get the answers like they want to become a police officer or a leader not to serve country but to earn money. I laugh at this lame thought but it is what really happening. I wish one day this will end. One day children of this country don’t have to work to earn. This would happen when each Azad get direction and prove their name. AZAD.

Believe in your dreams, Believe in the Magic.




Wednesday, March 16, 2011

An Inevitable question

India is moving towards to have a crown of the most powerful country very fast. Everything is progressing from grassroots to its last limits. Shopping centers are turning in to malls, Honda city is turning in to taxi, Cinemas are turning in to multiplexes, 2G is turning into 3G, Houses are turning in to High-rise buildings and many more things are like these transforming in to next possible imagination of someone’s brain. One of the latest transformations of new-gen India is offices in to corporate parks. Beautiful architecture, peripheries of glass, ultramodern gadgets for security and of course luxurious facilities makes them more like heaven on this earth.
In the basement of one of those marvelous corporate parks of the city, Ram, age of 10 year, works day and night to keep efficiency of employee of that building high. That’s the place where those bread winners’s frustration of workload and abusing of boss burst out like volcano and Ram has to pour cold water on that lava by serving them tea. Sidhdharth and Sameer were among those everyday victims.
Sameer: “May be scientists should research on genes of bosses of all over world. I don’t understand what’s their exact job? To make profit for firm or to scold us whole day?”
Sidhdharth: “Chill man. Everything is fair in love, war and job. Let’s have shots of our local brand. Ram 2 chay aur kuch nasta la jaldi se yaar. Ek chay mein ice cube bhi dal dena thode”
Mean while Ram brought tea and snakes Sidhdhart poured out himself again
Sidhdharth: “What’s fair yaar? Pressure cooker se jyada toh yahan dimag pe pressure hota hai. Ek gun dedo yaar sab khatam karta hun me”
Ram started to smirk behind his lips.
Sidhdharth: ”abbey tu kyu has raha hai? Du kya ek kan ke niche”
Sameer:”Arey us bichare pe kyu gussa nikal raha hai yaar. Tujhse jyada toh yeh bachcha pressure me kaam karta hai pura din. Kabhi note kiya who Motilal, iska boss, kitna chillata hai uspe. Tera boss to din me ek bar teri bajata hai who bhi mail daal ke. Iske jaise muh pe toh galiyan nahi khata na tu. Phir bhi dekh bichara mast smile karta rehta hai.
Sidhdharth: “hmm…kya name hai chhotu tera?”
Ram: “Ram”
Sidhdharth: “konsi kaksha me padhata hai tu?”
Ram started to smile once again.
Sidhdharth: “yaar ab kyun has raha hai?”
Ram: “Din me 4 baar toh aapko chay pilata hun aur aap puchte ho konsi kaksha me padhata hai. Hasi to ayegi na. Nahi padhta me”
Sidhdharth: “toh kabhi school gaya hi nahi?”
Ram: “gaya thana. Dusari me teen baar fail hua tha.ab abba bolte hai chay banana sikh le. Wahi mera bhavishya hai”
Sidhdharth: “kyu fail hua tha?”
Ram: “School jata tha lekin mastar kya bolta tha mujhe samaj nai aata tha. Waise bhi who kamina insan tha tha toh mera man nahi lagta tha wahan pe”
Sameer: “kyun kamina insan?”
Ram: “Apni building se bahar jate hai toh jo market aata hai na wahan paheli dukan ke bahar jo kapde sale me bikte hai na woh hamari school ka ganvesh hai. sarkar humko deti hai. Mene toh kabhi woh pahena hi nahi. Hamara mastar usko bech deta tha. Jo khane ki chize milti thi woh dabbe me bhar ke ghar le jata ta. Mereko yeh sab achha nahi lagta tha.”
Sameer: “Apna desh mahan aise hi toh banata hai. Achha tune wahan padhna kya sikha?”
Ram: “thoda both. Kuch jyada nahi. NAM likh leta hun”
Sidhdharth: “achhaw. Tere NAM ka spelling kya hota hai?”
Ram stared curelessly.
Ram: “Me hindi bhi thik se likh nahi pata hun aur aap angrezi ki baat karte ho sa’ab.”
Sidhdharth: “Yaar, tera spelling duniya ka sab se aasan spelling hai. Chal ABCD to aati hogi na”
Ram just kept his head down.
Sameer: “Apne yahan to bachha 10 mahine ka hota nahi ke twinkle twinkle karta hai aur yeh 10 saal ka ho gaya usko ABCD nahi aati”
Sidhdharth: “chhal chhod Sameer, Pay karte hai aur nikalte hai warna apna boss humko dhundhta hua yahan aayega”
Sameer: “kitna hua Ram?”
Ram: “15 rupiye”
Sameer: “Apne abba se thik se puch ke aa. Aise hi mat bol”
Ram: “roj ka kam hai sa’ab. Sahi hota hai jo me bolta hun”
Sidhdharth thought something and spoke.
Sidhdhart: “Agar me 3 chay aur 2 samose lun toh kitna hoga”
Ram: “29 rupiye”
Sidhdharth: “Agar me 2 chay aur 3 samose lun toh?
Ram: “31 rupiye”
Sameer: “Ganit toh kafi achcha hai tera toh yaar”
Ram: “sa’ab, Ram NAM hai mera.”
Sidhdharth: “han toh?”
Ram: “Meri maa ne mera NAM Ramanujan par se rakha tha. Woh bohat bade Ganitshastri the apne desh ke. Unko bhi school jana pasand nathi tha phir bhi apni mehnat se woh itne mahan bane the aisa meri maa bola karti thi”
Sameer: “chhotu school jaa. Tu bada hoke doctor ya engineer ban sakta hai. Bas school ja”
Ram: “nahi. Nahi jana mereko. Aisi jagah nahi jana jisne meri mummy papa ko rulaya ho”
Sameer: “kyun? Kya hua tha?”
Ram: “Sarkari school se nikalke dusari school me gaya. wahan pe fees dene ke paise nahi the. Abba aake mastar ke pair pakadta the. Mummy pura din logo ke gharpe bartan saaf karti thi phir bhi raat me dono bhukhe hi sote the. Aakhir hua kya, wahan se bhi nikal diya. Nahi jana aisi jagah. Aur waise bhi mere school jane se kya badalne wala hai. Mere jaise toh kitne hai yahan pe. Woh Kishan sabse achcha chitra banata hai us kagaz me hi uske abba bhajiye bechte hai. Woh Mohan, Jitna achcha gayega utni jyada bhikh milegi. Woh Sachin, naam to uska Sachin rakh diya lekin jis bat se woh khelta hai usise roj maar bhi khata hai. Toh mere school jane se kya yeh sab badal jayega? Kyu jaau me school?
Sidhdharth: “yaar, tu padh likh ke bada aadmi ban sakta hai”
Ram: “Agar me ya mere jaise bade aadmi ban gaye phir jab aapka boss aap pe gussa hoga toh aapko aisi mast chay kon pilayega?
Sameer and Sidhdharth both didn’t have the answer. Ram took money and left. Do you have answer for that question raised by a boy of age 10 in basement of your Corporate Park? When you find it then we can say our country is at pinnacle now.