Ethics ya Need

Mera ye blog khaaskar unlongo ke liye hai jinko mere blog ka besabri se intezar hota hai.Kai baar to mujhe mere dosto se ye jaan ke hairani huyi ki mera blog unhe mere theek-thaak hone ka suchnapatra sa lagta hai. Kuch doston ne to ye kaha ki tum jab lambe samay tak contact mein nahi rahti ho toh hum tumhare blog pe jaakar tumhare recent post ko dekhkkar ye samajh jaate hain ki tum theek ho. Ismein koi shak nahi ki mere blog padhne waalo ki tadaad bnahut kam hai.

Kuch doston ne to mujhse ye kaha ki bekaar hai, kyon likhti ho, koi padhta wadhata nahi.waise bhi tum kaun si badi writer ho. unki baato se sirf do cheejein mere jehan mein aayi.
log padhe aur comment kare ya phir mere readers ki sankhya bahut jyada ho,main isiliye nahi likhti.

Main isiliye likhti hoon kyonki mujhe shabdon se sukoon milta hai. jab meri soch aur bhavnaaye shabdon ka aakaar leti hai to muje utni hi khushi milti hai jitni ki ek shilpkaar ko ek tedhe medhe badsoorat bedhange pathar ko taraashne ke baad kisi khoobsoorat si devi ki pratima gadhne mein milti hai.jisko dekh kar us shilpkaar ko devatva ka bodh hota hai. aur writer bada hona koi badi baat nahi hai.wo toh log likhte likhte ho hi jaate hain. no doubt maine abhi shuruaat ki hai and 'miles to go' waali baat to kahin kahin na laagu hoti hi hai.
to main baat kar rahi thi apne un reader ke baare mein jo mere blog ko padh kar chota mota comment maar jaate hain. jaise achha hai, keep it up.good, nice, excellent, badhiya likhte ho. kuch to keval shabdo mein phans ke rah jaate hain,kahte hain achhe shabdo ka prayog.

to main aaj in sab reader se ek sawaal poochna chahti hoon.ethics aur need mein kisi ek ko chunna pare to lihaja aapka jawab hoga ethics, kyonki bina ethics ke insaan insaan nahi hota.
jaha ethics nahi hota hai wahaa corruption hota hai.

corruption se khayal aaya.ki aaj mein.paasport ke silsile se sarkari daftar gayi thi. office pahunchte hi maine waha ke head ko bataya ki mera paasport verification ke liye aaya hai, isi ke silsile mein
mujhe kuch baatcheet karni hai.waha baithe officer ne sabse pahla sawaal kiya "kya layi hain aap".
isse saaf jaahir ho gaya mujhe ki ye log paise ki baat kar rahe hain.jaha tak mujhe pataa tha ki ismein kuch lenden nahi hota. inki jimmeddari hai ki ye veify karein,par phir bhi maine socha ye to khayenge hi. thoda soch kar maine bola."kitna lijiyega,400-500". itna sunte hi officer ko aisa laga jaise maine uski ijjat utaar di ho. wo taav main aakar bola "chhar-paanch sau se aajkal kya hoga wo to S.P. saahab hi le lete hain, main 1500 se kam nahi loonga" 1500 sunne ke mujhe bahut atpata sa laga. kaha mein 4-5 sau soch rahi thi, aur ye 1500 ki demand kar raha hai. mujhe saaf samajh mein aa raha tha ki ye bandarbaat hoga. phir maine bola."nahi nahi.bahut jyada hai ye.nahi de sakti main.kyun du main,.ye to galat hai na." jaise hi maine ye shabd bola.saamne baithe officer ne saaf lafzon mein kaha.
"mera waqt barbaad mat karo.dopaahr ho gayi hai.mujhe bhookh lagi hai.khane ko jaana hai.paise dogi to kaam hoga warna jaao." maine usko bola ki aise kaise jaao.jab paper saamne hai to verify karo.
usne mujhse bare teekhe andaaz mein kaha ki."mera kya hai, main kah doonga, maine verify kiya, ye yahaan nahi rahti, main vaapas bhej doonga kaagaz".

mujhe ajeeb sa laga.aisa kaise.actually main shocked ho gayi thi.ye to galat hai na. bhrashtachar se pahli baar aamna saamna hua tha.mujhe aaj bhi yaad hai Delhi ke Ramleela ground mein hajaaron ki bheed mein Anna Hajare ka wo jordar pradarshan.Lokpal bill ke liye aamran bhookh-hartaal, jisko desh bhar ke longo ne support kiya tha. main bhi gayi thi.Anna ji ka utsaah badhane aur desh ko bhrasht hone se bachhane.

Aaj pahli baar corruption ko apne saamne seena taan ke akarte dekha. maine bas itna bola ki.aisa thode hota hai.aap aisa kaise kar sakte ho.its not good. aur wallet se 1500 nikaal ke de diye.aur bas apna kaam ho gaya. aur main sochi.chalo jaane do.kaam to nikla.Jab main ghar jaa rahi thi.to achanak se jehan mein ek naam aaya.wo wohi naam tha.jiske liye Raamleela ground mein aur longo ke saath maine naare lagaye the.mujhe lagne laga ki sab khokhla hai.

Achanak se guilt aaya.ki I shouldnt have given money.Why I gave. nahi karta to nahi karta.mujhe corruption ko badhana nahi chahiye. bheed mein to jaakar Anna ko support kar main bahut kush thi.par sab bekaar.jab akele ladne ki baari aayi, khud ko prove karne ka samay aaya to main haar gayi.I am a loser.I escaped from the situation. isi gusse mein phataak se maine apne bhai ko phone lagayi. aur chillate huye kaha "mujhe paise nahi dene chahiye the.kya faayda corruption ke baare mein discuss karne se. hum discuss hi kar sakte hain.kuch aur nahi kar sakte hain." bilkul gusse main aag-baboola.
to bhai ne bade pyar se sawaal poocha."tere paas aur koi option tha.tujhe agar nahi dena tha.to nahi deti,kyon di. courage aur patience hai to jaa chakkar kaat police station ka.har us office ka jaha tujhe kaam hai. kya hoga.wo log waapas bhejenge.thoda waqt jaayega.par 6-7 mahine mein kaam to ho hi jaayega."

5 min ka kaam aur itna waqt barbbad. isse better hai ki paise de do. bhai ka kahna galat nahi tha.mere us krantikaari bahgat singh ke vichhar se kahin behtar bhai ki soch lagi. ab aap batao. ethics ya phir need.aap meri jagah hote to kya karte.

Delhi aur Main...

Delhi... bolte hi jaise sab kuch jaldi jaldi bhagta bhagta sa najar aata ha......I luv this place, jaise koi ajib  sa rishta ho.. pichle janam ka to pata ni but is janam ka to mujhe yakin ha.... mata-pita dost bhai bahan ye sab to hume bahut si siksha dete  hi ha.... kvi-kvi jagah v humein bahut kuch sikha deti ha.. bus yahi rishta ha mera aur Dilli ka.. hummm Delhi..
yaha mujhe aajadi mili... independent woman banne ka sapna pura hua.. mallls, brands wo sab dekha jo bachpan mein TV ya magazine mein dekha karti thi..auto me baithe-baithe main apne aur Delhi ke rishton ke bare me soch rahi thi.. har us kadi ko jodne ki koshish kar rahi thi jis se Delhi aur mera rishta aur majboot ho jaye.. raat ke lagbagh 11 baj rahe the.. ab aap ko lag raha ho ga ki raat ke 11 baje main auto me kya kar rahi thi... kaha se lauti.. Delhi to safe ni ha... akeli ladki... sach kaho to mujhe dar ni lagta , kai bar logo ne poochha kyo ni dar lagta.. ye batao kya darna jaruri ha... ni na.. mera sapna tha apni jindgi khul kar jine ka.. delhi aana khuli hawa me saans lena aur jab sab mil raha ha to main bhaag ni sakti.. mujhe ye sab mil raha ha I shud feel happy..
tabhi achanak auto wale ne break lagai.. dhar se me lohe ki rod se takrai.. aur bedharak "te"ri..."..
ha main ne gali di ye v mujhe delhi se hi mila ha...
auto wala jor se chilllaya 'Are marna ha kya dikhta ni'.. main v khud ko samhalte huey...dekha uski taraf , chehare par hairani aur larkharate shabd nikle.. 'are dekho wo theek to ha'
jhat se bahar aa gai aur usko uthate huey puchha 'r u ok..' usne haami bhari ..par mujhe lag gaya ki wo theek ni ha dard to bahut ho raha tha par uske paas shabd ni the..
mein ne sthiti ko bhanpte huey usko bola ki chalo mein tumko chhor deti hu..
uske haath se botle aur ciggrate li aur usko auto mein bitha li..puchhi kaha jana ha usne university ka address dia jo mere ghar ke pass hi tha.
thori der tak auto me shanti rahi phir usne kud hi bola my name is riya.. u?
ruchi.. apna naam batate huey dhara dhar kai sawal kar diey .. mujhe isi mauke ka talash tha.. shikari ki tarah jhapata mari aur bus use katghare me khara kar dia..
samne aati gaari ki roshani me uska chehra dikh raha tha..  meri hi umar ki ho gi..
usne meri taraf dekha aur bola 'tum kya karogi jaan kar ghar chhorne ka aishan kar ri ho ye mat socho paise me de doongi..'
ajib ladki ha mein ne aisa kab kaha.. mein ne mann me socha.. tabhi us ne pucha  tum kaha  se aa ri ho.. mein ne jhat se bola 'movie dekhne gai ti' kaisi lagi movie riya ne pucha...
mein ne anmane dhang se jawab dia 'achi thi luv story'
luv story sunte hi us ne apni ciggrate mangi..dhuna hawa mein chorte huye usne bola mera break-up 2 month pahle ho gaya...
mujhe andar se hasi aai ki.. 2 month pahle and aaj haath mein daaru ... par chehre pe oh wahi expression di aur boli 'm sorry'
us ne gusse me kaha no m sorry jo mein ne aisa kia.. me shocked thi.. par uski baaton me dard jyada tha.. mujhe laga chup-chaap sunne mein hi achha ha isi bahane uska dard thora kam ho jayega..
uski taraf dekhi aur  boli'kya  hua' us ne phir ciggrate pite huey apni luv stry batana shuru kia..
hum ek workshop me mile the.. mujhe dekhte hi usse pyar ho gaya tha. but attraction infatuation jaise word ki wajah se mein ne kabhi use ni bola.. but itna tagra attraction  God knows 4 saal tak waisa hi bana raha.. ek din achanak wo mujhe mil gaya.. aur hum relation mein aa gaye.. happy couple..
mujhe uski kahani me interest aa raha tha.. wo bolti gai... par pata ni chijein kaha ulti pulti ho gai..me ne kitni kosish ki koi phayda ni hua .. ladai to har riste ka part hota ha par aisa kya chidh.. usne mujh se kaha ki wo to relation me tha hi ni.. bus mein hi ti..
kitne ajib baat ha na jiske saath mein ne aise pal bitaey jiski nisani aaj v mujh me ha ..us bande ne sab ko jhuthla diya ... wo emotions wo baatein sab khokhle ho gaye..
mature to hum dono hi the.. tabhi to usne mujhe jaate-jaate ye siksha di ki 'be flexible'.. kya samjhu uski in baaton se be flexible matlab kisi aur ke saath.. phir mujh me aur ek prostitute me kya phark rah jaye ga..
tabhi auto wale ne bola 'university aa gaya.'
mein ne us se puchha 'room tak chhor du'..
us ne bola ni 'thanx... but m nt bad y he leave me'..
 uski bato se saaf tha ki us ne jyada nasha ni kia tha.. hosh baki thi..bus dard nikaalne ke liye thoda behosh hona uske liye jaruri tha
wo chali gai par uski ek baat ne mujhe andar se jak jhor dia ki flexible ho jaun but mujhmein aur prostitute me kya phark rah jaye ga..
she was right .... mein uske pyar ya uske boyfrnd ko blame ni karna chahti ...na hi janti hu ki actually kya hua...
par thori se feeling to hoti uske boyfrnd ko kam se kam ladki ha wo ye to soch leta..
inhi sab me mera v ghar a gaya.... bed par jaate-jaate Delhi ki jindgi ko thanx bola us ne mujhe ek aur lesson jo aaj dia tha..