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.