जीवन की खुशियों से गिरते लोग

  1. Mera naam …….? Mai ek chote parivar say hu zindagi mai kuch mord aise bhi aate hai ki naseeb ka likha garib ko amir or amir ko garib bna deta hai yeh har insan ki apni shakti hoti hai ki wah kya say kya banna chahta hai insan ko kabhi bhi bhagwan par bharosa kar ke apne ander ki shakti ko tab tak nhi dba kar rkhna chahiye jab tak ki wah apne shakti ko bahar nikale bhagwan bhi un logo ka sath dete hai jo dusro ki astha mai apne app ki shakti barbad nhi karta zindagi ki mord kuch iss tarah hai…..mai wayya karta hu…

Kahani is tarah hai zindagi ke khushiyo mai girte loog Raja maharajao ke kuch iss tarah ke shok huya krte the hathi(elephant) ko paharo (mount evrest) ki chatano par chadha kar daraya jata tha jab hathi pahar say piche bhagta to hathi piche gir jata tha jab hathi pahar say piche ki oor girta or bhari sharir hone ke karan wah jab ghasita to dard ke karan jab uski dardnak awaj sun kar raja maharajao ko bhut aanand khushi milti or ab 21wi shadi mai ywh harkat sabhi ko hi ghinona lagega or aise karne wale ko bich raste mai khada kar ke goli maar diya jayega ….

Aise hi hamare sath ab nokri ke liye system aise hi khel kheeel rhe hai aam log zindagi ki uchai say girte-2 gambhir ho jate hai 20 din phle ki baat hai ek nojwan ki police mai bharti ho gya us nojwan ke ke pariwar mai halat ke karan us nay ye nokri 2015 mai chor diya.

Ab woh widesh jane ke pryasso mai jo uske pass jama punji jaydad tha us say bhi hat dhoo baitha par us ne paryatan jari rakha aasafalta dar asaflata kbhi wah dehli or kabhi mumbai airport say wapis ata rha biyaj par paise lele walo nai uske ghar walo ko court kachari tak leaaye har thak kar wah kuch samey baad ek rodways mai coundecter …………sorry next story one week after