Aasima Jan
I am a broom. I am a brush of straw or of stiff strands. Today I will tell you my story of existence. I was now getting extinct day by day. I was replaced by brushes, mops, Vacuum cleaners, Hoovers etc. I was lost in modern technology. I was now the property of Safaii Wala (sweepers) and peons and they were also trying to find ways to get rid of me. The shopkeeper who invested money on me so as to do business felt bad because day by day I rust in his shop. People were no more interested in buying me. He felt depressed and tried to throw me out from his shop. The unhappy fellow threw me in the Garage. I was lying there in dark for many years.
One day I was surprised when the man who threw me in the garage hugged me cleaned me and kept me like a show piece in his shop. My joy knew no bonds when people came in queues to buy me. And today I am no more a ‘Watal Lassun’: I speak to you with great frankness, for so called high classy people who used to call me by this peculiar name, now I am an important prop for their videos and photos. Now I have become the craze of classy people. Even you can see me on Facebook, Twitter, Messenger and all social networks .
“The only sufferers in this whole drama are the future of my nation – the students. For God sake don’t make them party of your Selfie drama. They are innocent. They need lessons on cleanliness but in a proper way. Tell them how to keep their school bags clean. Teach them how to clean their nails, how to keep their uniform clean. Inculcate cleaning habits in them by making them to use dustbin in the class room. Don’t drag them on the roads to clean the it.”
I am the hero of the day. Now all dignitaries, IAS officers, Doctors, Teachers, Officials from every department take Selfies with me and are busy in posting the same. I am going viral. People talk about me and feel pride in holding me. I am getting more TRPs than Jio free network. The person who is writing my story herself is in hurry to click Selfie. You, who are right now reading me, I will tell you the fact that this cleanliness drive is nothing but the result of my Cries. I cried for my existence and today the day has come when my wish was granted.
Cleanliness was always there but without pomp and show. Nowadays the cleanliness drive has become simply a institute of Selfies. People bunk their office work, pick me and clean the roads and make a news. Women folk with costly attire and branded shades hold me and walk with measured steps. All of them are enjoying the show and playing their part very professionally.
The only sufferers in this whole drama are the future of my nation – the students. For God sake don’t make them party of your Selfie drama. They are innocent. They need lessons on cleanliness but in a proper way. Tell them how to keep their school bags clean. Teach them how to clean their nails, how to keep their uniform clean. Inculcate cleaning habits in them by making them to use dustbin in the class room. Don’t drag them on the roads to clean the it. Their hands are so feeble they can’t hold me .Selfie Babus charity begins at home. Clean yourself, your thoughts your intentions and your behaviour first then move on to clean roads. Stop the practices of making your surroundings dirty. If you really stop you need not to clean your surroundings.
But if you are cleaning for the sake of photo don’t worry Chal Beta Selfi Lele Re……..
Author is a teacher and can be mailed aasimajkhan@gmail.com
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