19th Dec09... morning is as pure as mother's milk.....yes its raipur and not shimla or manali.. and it is 9 in morning...the lady is all set for selling the dungcakes to city at a time where no one would dare to come out of the jaipuri blankets...i recall my days as frontline salesman in my salad days when inspite of bone shivering cold in extreme parts of Bihar I used to venture out to meet my ultimate customers .... my farmers....it is nothing but the empty belly compells us to work come wat may be the color of sky/leaves/street....rozi is wat we call living in urdu.........
7 comments:
The photograph is perfect indicatory of the story.
The absolute /Nonnegotiable needs are the progenitor of the word "Rozi" but surprisingly "Rozi" is now not only limited to nonnegotiable needs(or absolute needs have extended their boundaries) we all are running in an endless race of fulfilling those needs....I agree!!
waiting for new posts to come...
See we are so much occupied with the work(Source of Rozi...not to mention this work pressure we usually take for "negotiable needs"...think about it should i put 'need' here or 'madness for materialistic plessure')tht dnt have time to sit back and do something which will actually satisfy our souls..
so take out some time for yourself & pour your heart.."write something"...samajh aayeeee..:)
all of us are doing this everyday.....getting rozis!!!!
ur really a very gud writer...y don't u upload ur poem.."Star"?remember?
Nice capture..A true depiction of life is...
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