Karachi Rikshaw Wale Ki Kahani – Petrol Mehnga, Karcha Zyada
Karachi me ek rikshaw wale ki kahani, petrol mehnga, karcha zyada.
Bhai, mera naam Rashid hai. Me Karachi me rikshaw chalata hun. Subah 7 baje ghar se nikalta hun aur raat 10 baje wapas aata hun. Log samajhte hain ke rikshaw wala bohat kamata hai. Lekin sach ye hai ke din khatam hone tak jeb me kuch nahi bachta.
Aaj me tumko apni kahani sunata hun, wohi kahani jo har rikshaw wale ki hai.
Subah Ki Shuruaat
Subah uthte hi pehla kaam rikshaw saaf karna hota hai. Phir biwi chai bana kar deti hai. Ek cup chai, ek roti, bas yehi nashta hota hai. Bache abhi so rahe hote hain. Unko dekh kar dil karta hai ke aaj zyada kama lun, taake unke liye kuch acha le jaun.
Ghar se nikalte hi pehla kharcha petrol ka hota hai. Pehle 500 ka petrol dalwate the to din nikal jata tha. Ab 1000 ka bhi dalwao to dopahar tak khatam ho jata hai. Petrol itna mehnga ho gaya hai ke samajh nahi aata, rikshaw chalau ya khara kar dun.
Saddar Se Gulshan Tak
Me aksar Saddar, Tariq Road, Gulshan, aur Korangi ki taraf sawari le kar jata hun. Kabhi kabhi koi acha banda mil jata hai, jo sahi kiraya de deta hai. Lekin zyada tar log kehte hain, bhai 100 me chalo ge? Bhai 150 me chalo ge?
Me kya bolun unko. Unko bhi to mehngai ne mara hua hai. Har banda pareshan hai. Koi student hai, koi mazdoor hai, koi aurat bacho ke sath hospital ja rahi hai. Sab ka apna dukh hai.
Ek din ek admi ne mujhe bola, bhai rikshaw wale to loot te hain. Me chup ho gaya. Dil me bola, bhai agar tum ek din meri jagah rikshaw chalao to pata chale. Subah se shaam tak dhoop me, dhue me, traffic me khare rehna kitna mushkil hai.
Dopahar Ki Garmi
Karachi ki dopahar ki garmi to tumko pata hi hai. Rikshaw ki seat garam ho jati hai. Paseena itna aata hai ke shirt peeche se geeli ho jati hai. Signal pe khare ho to aisa lagta hai ke saans band ho jayegi.
Dopahar ko ek thandi bottle peene ka dil karta hai. Lekin bottle bhi ab 80 rupay ki ho gayi hai. Sochta hun, 80 rupay bacha lun to bacho ke liye doodh aa jayega. Is liye nalke ka pani pee leta hun.
Kabhi kabhi koi sawari nahi milti. Ek ghanta, do ghanta khali khara rehta hun. Petrol bhi jal raha hota hai, waqt bhi ja raha hota hai. Aur upar se traffic wala aa kar kehta hai, yahan khare mat ho, aage jao. Aage jao to wahan bhi koi khara hone nahi deta.
Police Aur Challan Ka Dar
Rikshaw wale ka sab se bara dar challan ka hota hai. Kabhi kagaz mang lete hain, kabhi helmet ka bolte hain, kabhi kehte hain galat jagah khare ho. 500, 1000 ka challan ho jaye to us din ki kamai gayi.
Me koshish karta hun ke sab kagaz poore rakhun. Lekin har cheez ka paisa lagta hai. License renew karwana hai, to uska bhi paisa. Rikshaw ki marammat karwani hai, to uska bhi paisa. Ek tyre puncture ho jaye to 300 rupay lag jate hain.
Shaam Ko Ghar Wapsi
Raat ko jab ghar wapas aata hun to bache daur kar aate hain. Abbu kya laye ho? Kabhi kabhi jalebi le jata hun, kabhi kabhi biskut. Us din bache bohat khush hote hain.
Biwi poochti hai, aaj kitne kamaye? Me jeb se paise nikal kar deta hun. 2000 kamaye, 1000 petrol me gaya, 300 rikshaw ke malik ko diye, kyun ke rikshaw mera apna nahi hai, kiraye ka hai. Bache 700. Us 700 me se ghar ka sauda, bacho ki fees, bijli ka bill, sab kuch karna hai.
Kabhi kabhi sochta hun, is se behtar tha ke koi aur kaam kar leta. Lekin parha likha nahi hun. Rikshaw ke ilawa kuch aata bhi nahi hai. Aur Karachi me kaam milta bhi kahan hai.
Log Kya Kehte Hain
Log kehte hain, rikshaw wale badtameez hote hain. Bhai, din bhar 50 logo se baat karni hoti hai. Koi izzat se baat karta hai, koi gali de deta hai. Kabhi kabhi gussa aa jata hai. Lekin phir sochta hun, gussa karunga to sawari nahi baithegi.
Me to har sawari ko apna bhai samajh kar bithata hun. Koi buzurg ho to utarte waqt haath pakar kar utarta hun. Koi aurat bacho ke sath ho to usko aaram se bithata hun. Lekin koi ye nahi dekhta.
Petrol Mehnga Hone Ka Asar
Jab se petrol mehnga hua hai, tab se kaam adha ho gaya hai. Pehle log rikshaw me jaate the, ab pedal chale jate hain. Kehte hain, bhai paidal hi chale jate hain, kiraya bohat hai.
Me unko ghalat bhi nahi kehta. Har banda apni jeb dekh kar chalta hai. Lekin hamara kya hoga? Hamara to ghar rikshaw se hi chalta hai.
Ek din petrol pump wale ne bola, Rashid bhai, kal phir rate barhne wala hai. Me sun kar chup ho gaya. Dil me bola, ab aur kitna barhega? Ab to jeena mushkil ho gaya hai.
Phir Bhi Umeed Hai
Phir bhi bhai, umeed nahi chori. Allah pe bharosa hai. Sochta hun, aaj nahi to kal behtar ho jayega. Kabhi kabhi koi acha din aa jata hai. Koi bara sawari mil jati hai, koi 500 de deta hai, kehta hai bhai rakh lo, chai pee lena. Us din dil khush ho jata hai.
Me bas yehi chahta hun ke log rikshaw wale ko bhi insaan samjhen. Hum bhi tumhare jaise hi hain. Hamare bhi bache hain, hamara bhi ghar hai. Hum bhi chahte hain ke hamare bache parhen, ache kapre pehnen.
Aakhri Baat
Agar tum kabhi rikshaw me baitho, to thora pyaar se baat kar lena. 20-30 rupay ke liye jhagra mat karna. Ho sakta hai wo 20 rupay uske bache ke doodh ke hon.
Karachi me ek rikshaw wale ki kahani yehi hai. Petrol mehnga, karcha zyada, kamai kam. Lekin phir bhi subah uth kar rikshaw nikalta hun, kyun ke ghar chalana hai, bacho ka pait palna hai.
Allah sab ka bhala kare.