My City My Story: Ek Bharat ki Kahani / Hum Sab Ki Kahani- Insaan, Machine aur Samajh ki
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Ek badi si nadi ke ek kinaare tha Roots (जड़ों) ka Shehar. Purana, bheed-bhaad wala, thoda messy, par zinda. Galiyan seedhi nahi thi, par har gali ek kahani jaanti thi.
Dukaanein chhoti thi, par yaadein badi.
Yahan log sirf baat nahi karte the - samjhaate the. Sir hilaana matlab kabhi haan, kabhi na, aur kabhi kal aana. Aankhon ka ishara bol deta tha jo shabd nahi bol paate.
Iss shehar ke dukaan-daar ko data ki zarurat nahi thi. Usse pehle hi pata hota tha aap kya loge.
Isliye nahi kyunki uske paas report thi, balki isliye kyunki uske paas anubhav tha.
Par Roots ke Shehar ki ek problem thi. Sab kuch trust ki speed se chalta tha.
Aur trust gehra hota hai… par slow hota hai. Achha kaam door tak nahi pahunch paata.
Mehnati log apni gali se aage dikhte hi nahi the.
Bada hone mein dikkat isliye nahi thi kyunki samajh kam thi, balki isliye kyunki samajh apne aap tez nahi bhaagti.
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Nadi ke doosre kinaare tha Glass ka Shehar. Uncha, chamakta hua, shaant.
Sheeshe ki imaaratein aasmaan dikhaati thi, par zameen nahi.
Yahan sab kuch fast tha.
Hazaar cheezein maango - ek second mein mil jaati.
Raasta poochho - das best options mil jaate.
Jawab chahiye - laakhon ready.
Glass ka Shehar kabhi sota nahi tha. Bas calculate karta, process karta, sort karta, deliver karta.
Par iss shehar ki bhi ek kami thi. Yeh Desi Logic nahi samajhta tha.
Agar aap “comfort food” maangte, toh yeh kambal aur sandwich de deta.
Isse nahi pata tha ki Roots ke Shehar mein comfort food ka matlab hota hai DAL-KHICHDI
jo bimari mein, thakaan mein, ya mann bhaari ho tab banti hai.
Glass ka Shehar bahut tez tha, par uske paas jeeti-jaagti yaadein nahi thi.
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In dono shehron ke beech tha Noise ka Valley. Saalon tak Roots ke Shehar ke log nadi ke kinaare khade hoke chillate rahe. Apni baat doosri taraf bhejne ki koshish karte rahe.
Kabhi zyada zor lagaya.
Kabhi naye shabd seekhne ki koshish ki.
Kabhi aise lafz bole jo khud ko bhi clear nahi the.
Par valley ki hawa sab ulta kar deti. Koi “hedging” bolta - Glass ka Shehar “bull” samajh leta aur kisan ki jagah Wall Street ki tasveer bhej deta.
Koi “visibility” maangta - toh shor, seo, ads aur confusion aa jaata.
Roots ke logon ko laga unki sunwai nahi ho rahi. Glass ke logon ko laga woh kaam toh sahi kar rahe hain, par phir bhi kisi ka kaam nahi aa rahe.
Dono ek-doosre ko blame karne lage. Par asli problem dono mein se koi nahi tha.
Asli problem tha - संज्ञानात्मक अंतर.
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Ek din kuch logon ne kuch alag notice kiya.
Yeh log teacher the.
Local guide the, travellers the.
Aise log jo machine bhi samajhte the aur insaan bhi. Jo speed aur soul mein se kisi ek ko chunna nahi chahte the.
Unhone seedhi si baat boli: “Roots ke logon ko glass ke tower mein le jaane ki zarurat nahi hai. Aur glass ke tower todne ki bhi zarurat nahi hai.”
Phir thoda ruk ke bole: “Zarurat hai… ek pul ki.” ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ 🛣️
Na lohe ka. Na cement ka. Ek pul jo samajh se bana ho.
Aisa pul jo sir (सिर हिलाना) ke ishare ko, machine ke liye clear message bana sake.
Aisa pul jo machine ki speed ko itna slow kare ki woh kaam ki ban jaaye, nuksaan ki nahi.
Unhone pul banana shuru kiya.
Yeh pul alag tareeke se kaam karta tha. 🤝 💖💗🥰💞
Yeh dukaan-daar ko zabardasti naye lafz nahi sikhaata tha. Yeh unse nahi kehta tha ki purana sochna galat hai.
Yeh pehle sunnta tha. Local logic ko respect karta tha. Sirf shabd nahi, meaning translate karta tha.
Jab koi kehta, “Yeh kaam hum aise hi karte aaye hain,” toh pul use correct nahi karta tha.
Woh us baat ko dhyaan se Glass ke Shehar tak samjhaata tha.
Aur jab Glass ka Shehar speed, structure aur reach bhejta, toh pul use thoda sambhaal ke
Roots ke Shehar tak pahunchata - taaki woh useful ho, overwhelming nahi.
Jab pul pehli baar khula, toh us par heavy truck nahi chadne diye gaye.
Na bade machines. Na bhaagti hui traffic.
Sirf thele. Cycle. Aur log jo saath chal rahe the.
Kyunki yeh pul shortcut ke liye nahi bana tha. Yeh safety ke liye bana tha.
Ab dukaan-daar factory ki speed use kar sakta tha, bina apni dukaan chhode.
Ab factory ko samajh aa gaya tha, ki khichdi ka matlab kya hota hai.
Pul poora nahi hua - pul kabhi poora hota hi nahi.
Traffic badalta rehta hai. Zaruratein badalti rehti hain.
Log badalte rehte hain. Par pillars gehre the. Road stable thi.
Aur pehli crossings shuru ho chuki thi.
Is Kahani ka Matlab
Hum Roots ke Shehar ko mitaane nahi aaye.
Hum Glass ke Shehar ki pooja karne bhi nahi aaye.
Hum sirf pul bana rahe hain - taaki insaan aur machine bina nuksaan ke mil sakein.
Taaki speed, samajh ki madad kare.
Taaki dikhna, bharose ko na tode.
Taaki Bharat aage badhe, bina khud ko peeche chhode.
Yeh growth ki kahani nahi hai.
Yeh automation ki kahani nahi hai.
Yeh pehle samajhne ki kahani hai.
Aur har sahi safar, yahin se shuru hota hai. Aaj se hi
“सफ़र खूबसूरत है मंज़िल से भी ज्यादा”
Agar yeh kahani aapko apni lagi - toh aapka shehar, aapki kahani, aapka signal bhi matter karta hai.
Apni short story / signal yahan bhejiye: Pure Signal Channel HCAM SigmaSignal™
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