Autobiography of a labour



1. Introduction 
2. Release only by praying in spite of the hardships in life 
3. A market of hardships and difficulties 
4. Government's empty words and empty promises 
5. Conclusion

 Once upon a time you We didn't mind when people called us 'Vaithiya', 'Mazur', 'Kuli', but today when you call us 'Adna Aadmi' or 'Shramjivi', you write poems, stories, plays on us. We feel so bad that we don't ask! But what do you think we like? All you have to do is write or say that you want to make a name for yourself by playing our character Want to come? Rich people who rarely pass by our slums and speed up by pressing handkerchiefs if they have to get out by mistake have no right to speak about us, not even one per cent interested in reducing the pitifulness of our lives. Actors don't even have the right to play our role in cinemas! You will That I am very agitated and ‘small mouth is talking big’ is your delusion. I am completely healthy and I speak consciously whatever I say. You call me a 'laborer' or a 'laborer' - it doesn't change the price of my work at all. Only the name changes with which we have nothing to do. Because I don't mean by name, I mean by work and you have given enough effort in proportion to the work and now it is completely related. If you ask me why I am so frustrated and frustrated, the only answer is that I am tired of the hardships and hardships I have endured while living my life as a laborer. Humans from all walks of life see 'parke bhane j mota ladu'. The affluent now find the middle-class man happier than themselves because they don't care how to save the number two from the eyes of the small government. .... and middle-class human beings are invisible to us, because it is not possible for us to eat what we get and sleep where we get space? ... when we are jealous of those ‘beggars’, because they don’t have to work as hard as we do, yet they can get two tanks for free, right? Thus, this chuck is such that no one is satisfied with their condition, to put it bluntly, I am not the enemy of poverty, I am the enemy of what is being played in this country in the name of poverty. It will happen to you that the government is ours How many plans are given for our happiness and how many reliefs are given! The ‘rotating bank’ comes and stands in front of the hut, the TV. But movies are shown, water taps and light poles come overnight but this is all a terrible drama, it is a ploy to get votes in the elections and there are so many scams going on inside it that even life becomes poison! Thus, there is one who eats our pity from outside, who cooks his kheechadi in our stomach fire, on the other hand, at home, he only does wrestling! When we do black labor from morning to evening, Mack's day's household expenses are barely enough to earn so much, because the population in the house is growing like a beggar. Thus, there is no fun in eating-drinking, wearing-dressing, living-sleeping, wandering-wandering and man on this earth waking up in the morning to work and plowing at night and if his limb is bruised or broken at night, he is worried about going to work in the morning. Inverted for the sake of subsistence! Now you do it - does the animal make any difference to you in our life?





1. Introduction 

2. Release only by praying in spite of the hardships in life 

3. A market of hardships and difficulties 

4. Government's empty words and empty promises 

5. Conclusion


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 Once upon a time you We didn't mind when people called us 'Vaithiya', 'Mazur', 'Kuli', but today when you call us 'Adna Aadmi' or 'Shramjivi', you write poems, stories, plays on us. We feel so bad that we don't ask! But what do you think we like? All you have to do is write or say that you want to make a name for yourself by playing our character Want to come? Rich people who rarely pass by our slums and speed up by pressing handkerchiefs if they have to get out by mistake have no right to speak about us, not even one per cent interested in reducing the pitifulness of our lives. Actors don't even have the right to play our role in cinemas! You will That I am very agitated and ‘small mouth is talking big’ is your delusion. I am completely healthy and I speak consciously whatever I say. You call me a 'laborer' or a 'laborer' - it doesn't change the price of my work at all. Only the name changes with which we have nothing to do. Because I don't mean by name, I mean by work and you have given enough effort in proportion to the work and now it is completely related. If you ask me why I am so frustrated and frustrated, the only answer is that I am tired of the hardships and hardships I have endured while living my life as a laborer. Humans from all walks of life see 'parke bhane j mota ladu'. The affluent now find the middle-class man happier than themselves because they don't care how to save the number two from the eyes of the small government. .... and middle-class human beings are invisible to us, because it is not possible for us to eat what we get and sleep where we get space? ... when we are jealous of those ‘beggars’, because they don’t have to work as hard as we do, yet they can get two tanks for free, right? Thus, this chuck is such that no one is satisfied with their condition, to put it bluntly, I am not the enemy of poverty, I am the enemy of what is being played in this country in the name of poverty. It will happen to you that the government is ours How many plans are given for our happiness and how many reliefs are given! The ‘rotating bank’ comes and stands in front of the hut, the TV. But movies are shown, water taps and light poles come overnight but this is all a terrible drama, it is a ploy to get votes in the elections and there are so many scams going on inside it that even life becomes poison! Thus, there is one who eats our pity from outside, who cooks his kheechadi in our stomach fire, on the other hand, at home, he only does wrestling! When we do black labor from morning to evening, Mack's day's household expenses are barely enough to earn so much, because the population in the house is growing like a beggar. Thus, there is no fun in eating-drinking, wearing-dressing, living-sleeping, wandering-wandering and man on this earth waking up in the morning to work and plowing at night and if his limb is bruised or broken at night, he is worried about going to work in the morning. Inverted for the sake of subsistence! Now you do it - does the animal make any difference to you in our life?

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