“𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐃𝐎𝐎𝐑”

 

𝐈𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚, 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐡 𝐤𝐨 𝐯𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐞-𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐞𝐤 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 — 𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐣𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐤𝐞 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐮𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐳 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨𝐧, 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐨 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐞𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐤 𝐬𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧 — 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞, 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐤𝐞. 𝐘𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐳 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐳 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐨 𝐤𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐛𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢. 𝐘𝐞𝐡 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐡𝐮𝐩𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐧, 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐝 𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐤𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐡𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐬 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧.

Roz mehnat karta hai insaan majboor ho kar,
Na khushi se, na khwab se — bas ek majboori ke zor par.
Subah ghar se nikalte hi shuru kar deta hai apna kaam,
Jahan zindagi, ek punch-in time ban jaati hai—bejaan.
Chehre pe smile, par dil mein andhera,
Iss sheher mein har koi hai majdoor, bas alag hai kapda.

Corporate ke sheher mein, AC wale jail hain,

Jahan log zinda hain, par emotions fail hain.

Yeh naukri nahi, ek qaidkhana  hain,

Jahan har Monday ko zindagi apna dard likhti hain.

Boss ke ek urgent mail pe,

Sapne, neend, yaha tak ki apni saans tak daba jaate hain.

 

9 baje ki ghadi aur ek cup chai,

Phir wahi laptop, phir wahi files.

Calendar meetings se bhar gaya,

Magar dil khaali ka khaali reh gaya, why?

 

Har din same, har din ka ek hi routine,

Kaha gaya wo passion, wo sapne, wo scene?

Ek waqt tha, zindagi thi ek roller-coaster ride,

Ab lagta hai, ek aur ‘To-Do’ list ki tide.

 

Kya majdoor sirf helmet pehenta hai?

Ya jo table pe jhukta hai, woh zinda nahi rehta hai?

Har excel sheet mein chhupi hai ek kahaani,

Jo koi na samjhe, woh hai humari zubaani.

Corporate ke maidan mein bhi hoti hai jang,

Targets ke naam pe, boss karta hai har roz tang.

Targets ki talwar tale jee rahe hain,

Aur incentive naam ka mirage pee rahe  hain.

Appraisal ki umeed, aur boss ka sarcasm,

Zehar bhi itna narm nahi, jitna yeh professionalism.

 

Kya karu is mehnat ka?
Na manzil, na mukaam, bas ek aur target ka intezaar.

 

HR ke emails mein wellness ki baat hoti hai,
Par depression hai ki leave ab tak approve nahi hui hai.
Chhutti lene ka khwab bhi ek luxury ban gaya,
Aur self-worth, woh toh appraisal ki line mein kho gaya.

Kya yehi jeevan hai? Poochta hai har wo dil,
Jo har shaam local train mein thak kar so jata hai.

 

Har email ek battle, har call ek test,

Dil ke kone mein, bas ek hi request.

Ki kab yeh race khatam hogi, aur hum apne liye jeeyenge,

Ya phir sirf numbers ban kar, hum khud ko kho denge?

 

Swipe in - swipe out,

Har din wahi burnout.

 

Na kaam rukta hai, na waqt milta hai,

Apne liye toh bas ek “Outlook Reminder” milta hai.

Zindagi ka har moment ek deadline ban gaya,

Jaha ek pal ka sukoon bhi, ek task ka hisaab ban gaya.

 

Meetings ki bheed, emails ka shor,
Boss ki tantrums, colleague ka fake laugh,
Weekend bhi ab working ho gaya,
Zindagi hai error... Ctrl+Z na kar paaye.

 

Na haath mein eent, na maati ka bojh,

Phir bhi har din jeena,  lagta hai bojh.

Zoom call ke peeche chipi hai ek thakaan,

Aur smile ke neeche chhupa har ek armaan.

 

Lunch break mein bhi hoti hai deadlines ki chinta,
Ek aur mail aaya? Kya yeh bhi zaroori tha?
Har file complete karne ka junoon,
Par khud ke sapno se door ka sukoon.

 

Majdoor sirf sadkon pe nahi,
Woh bhi hai jo office ke kone mein kahin.
Jo har din apna jeevan bechta hai,
Ek chhoti si promotion ke liye jeeta hai.

 

Toh aaj ke din, Labour Day par,

Ek salam un collars ko bhi — safed ya blue, sab barabar.

Jo kaam ke bojh tale dab jaate hain,

Par kabhi kabhi shabdon mein ro jaate hain.

 

Unki kahaniyaan kabhi sunni nahi jaati,

Aur unke aansu bhi kisi ko dikhayi nahi dete.

Jab tak woh kaam karte hain, tab tak sab thik lagta hai,

Par woh apna dard bhi kisi ko jataya nahi karte?

 

Corporate Employees bhi, majdoor hi hai,

Kyuki hum bhi majduri karte hain,

Par humari belcha — ek mouse hai,

Aur hamari mitti — corporate ke clause hai.

Labour Day pe bhi, kaam se azad nahi.

Dil ki factory mein sapne crash hote hain,

Par salary ke liye, hum heart ko mute kar dete hain.

 

Zindagi ka ye silsila kab rukega, pata nahi...
Par har ek majdoor ke dil mein ek shaayar chhupa hai,
Jo har din khud se kehta hai:
"Main zinda hoon… aur issi mein meri jeet chhupi hai.”

 

Grief has no off-days, no weekends,
It's the only constant in this temporary contract of life.

Ek majdoor jo suit pehenta hai,
Woh bhi dil se mazdoor hi hota hai…
Aur har May 1st ko,
Apni hi zindagi ka beeta pal yaad karta hai.

~ Ek udaas lekhak ki taraf se, jo kabhi office late chhodta tha,

Aur khud se milne ki tareekh calendar mein dhoondhta tha. ~

To all those who carry their hearts in briefcases—
Tumhari bhi kahani hai, tum bhi majduri karte ho…

Happy Majdur Divas.

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