You
know… Aaj duggu kho gya tha !!!
Hearing
the above written line I was shocked and was thinking ‘Duggu’ who is duggu? On
the other side she was about to cry. Well!!! Her shaken voice were clearly made
me think that now she would cry, now she would cry and finally she cried.
Before
she would have said anything else or would have added any further comment in
her report I'd cut the line down. Few minutes later I found myself pressing
the self start button of my scooty in a half drenched condition (it’s been two
days pious water of lord Indra drenching my mother land). But leave the weather
condition of Udaipur cuz right now I’m not in a mood to write on nature today
I’m in full swing to write my silly gf’s inanity.
So
where was I? Yeah scooty. So I was trying hard to start my scooty so that I
could go out to find her so called lost duggu. In hurry I didn’t even bother
about my cell and rushed out so I got no way to call her back and ask anything
about duggu. I mean how he looks like or more is that a pet or a human.
I
didn’t have any clue and launched a search operation of duggu. Drenching in
heavy rain I measured five km, asked too many people including the paan wala,
sabji wala and etc. etc. wala that have they seen any duggu roaming helplessly
here and there.
Getting
no answer I thought ‘I should better get back home’ so I came back and made her
a call. After two or three rings she picked up the call.
Gudia
Maine sab
jagah dekha but koi answer nahi mila. (I searched everywhere but no one knows
anything about duggu.
What?
Searched. Have you gone mad or what? Before she would have said anything
further I’d crossed her line saying “first tell me duggu mila ki nahi”.
And
the long awaited answer came "Duggu to mil gaya
na,, dadda ji usko bhool aaye the, wo police station main mil gaya". This time I felt that she is giggling.
Before
this I had to think only about duggu but now a new character came into the
picture “dadda ji”. I asked her. First
tell me who is duggu and dadda ji?
Duggu
akshra and naitik’s son. She replied taking a deep breath.
Again
I was trapped in the same situation now two more new characters had come into
the picture Akshra and naitik. I was thinking ‘now who the hell is akshra and
naitik.This
time I was about to cry or you can say I was about to jump down from my balcony
though guessing my situation she replied.
"These
are the frictional characters of a TV serial and duggu is a two years old baby".
She said and started laughing.
Two
minutes later I was hanging up my raincoat and was smiling on the stupidity I
had done recently. The way she informed me about duggu’s missing, I missed out
the magic word in her sentence “tha”.
I’m
sure that you are laughing on my stupidity so why not to talk about something
serious.
A
countless number of children go missing every year. Every hour, 11 children go
missing in the country. There are many categories in these missing children
reports Kidnapped children, trafficked children, lost children and many more to
write.
Two
days back I was talking to an American NGO worker (they were launching a new program
on this very issue) and she told me the reality or the inside story of girl and
child trafficking. Hearing her I was astonished and was thinking, ‘where do
these children go?
And
finally find out the answer, the final destinations of these children are
brothels or forced labor mafia. If any child is lucky enough to not get into mafia’s
hands then he could get the chance of beggary on traffic signals.
And
here I’m not talking about Varanasi
or kamatipura or gb road’s brothel here I’m talking about brothels of bangkok and
pataya. The situation is really getting worse with each passing day.
Here
we bother about coal scams; we have so much time to revise our useless
reservation policies, we have time and mood to talk about everything but we
don’t have time to make our policies efficient towards these major social
issues.
Every
child is not as lucky as duggu. Every child’s parents are not like akshara and
naitik. Every child doesn’t go in the hands of an honest man. I won’t write
what we can do or what we should do Cuz everyone knows his responsibility.
Though
I would say next time whenever you hear anything about any missing children
please try to do something or at least raise your voice against child trafficking.
A heavy rain or floods
Doesn’t have that much
guts
To stop human efforts
If we come on our will
We can amalgam
The sky and earth
If we come on our will
We can break stars
Standing on earth.
If we come on our will
We can turn around
The flooding floods
Gudia
you know after 50 years when I would be powerless and old even on that time if
you would call me to inform something like this I would certainly standup and
raise my voice against these anti-social elements.
A
day will certainly come when no child will cry and no daughter will find
herself cooped in brothels. A day will come when our united voice will
certainly change this scenario.
And
yeah on the stupidity I’d done.
Is ishq wich yaaro kuch
kiya v ni janda.
Rola paya v ni janda.
Chup riya v ni janda.
