Life ki Biggest Irony: Jo Chahiye, Wohi Nahi Milta!
Socho zara… ek student exam ke time wish karta hai ki “bas holidays jaldi aa jaye,” aur holidays me wohi student bolta hai “yaar school khul jaye, friends ki yaad aa rahi hai.”
Yeh hoti hai irony – matlab ulta scene! 😅
Life mein aise bohot saare examples hote hain jaha log jo kar rahe hote hain usse complain karte hain, aur jo kar nahi paate, uske sapne dekhte hain.
9-5 Job vs Travel Life
Office wale log, jo 9-5 kaam karte hain, hamesha kehte hain – “uff, yaar ek din backpack leke Goa chala jaun, ya mountains mein chale jayein.”
Par reality? Calendar khol kar agle saal ki meetings schedule kar dete hain. 😂
Aur jo travellers hote hain, wo bolte hain – “kash mujhe ek steady salary milti, ek bed hota fix, ek ghar hota permanent.”
Matlab jisne stability paayi, usko freedom chahiye. Aur jisne freedom paayi, usko stability chahiye.
Rich vs Poor
Rich log expensive wine peete hain apne badi badi towers mein… par unhe simple roadside chai aur baarish ke drops ka maza chahiye hota hai.
Wahi pe jo poor log hote hain, wo already rain mein bheeg kar chai pee rahe hote hain – but unke liye wo luxury ban jata hai.
Artist vs Banker
Artist hamesha sochta hai – “kash mujhe ek stable naukri milti, suit-boot pehenta aur ek fixed routine hoti.”
Aur banker, jo din bhar suit-boot mein files aur accounts sambhalta hai, bolta hai – “kash main paint kar pata, colors aur creativity ke saath jee pata.”
Bas, ulta game chalta rehta hai.
Real Pain Wali Ironies
Yeh sirf lifestyle wali baat nahi hai, kabhi kabhi life ka dard bhi isi irony mein chhupa hota hai:
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Mason (mazdoor): Jo skyscraper banata hai, uske khud ke ghar ka roof leak karta hai.
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Farmer (kisan): Jo sabke liye anaj ugata hai, kabhi khud bhooka so jata hai.
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Teacher: Jo future banata hai, khud respect aur paiso ke liye struggle karta hai.
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Doctor: Sabko heal karta hai, par khud apni health kharab kar leta hai.
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Driver: Sabko safe ghar tak chhodta hai, khud akela thak kar paidal chalta hai.
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Soldier: Desh ki raksha karta hai, ghar aata hai to loan aur struggle milta hai.
Yeh irony sirf funny nahi hai, kabhi kabhi bohot painful bhi hoti hai.
Lesson for Us (10–18 Squad 👀)
Ab tum sochoge, “to phir hum kya karein?”
Simple: jo hai, usme value samjho. Jo paas hai uska maza lo, kyunki doosre side ki grass green lagti hai, but actually waha bhi apna struggle hai.
Ek student ko lagta hai ki job life mast hai, aur ek job wale ko lagta hai ki student life mast hai. Reality? Dono ke apne tension hote hain.
So next time jab tum complain karo – “uff school boring hai” ya “uff exam tension hai,” ek second sochna… yahi din kuch saal baad tumhe yaad aayenge. 😉
In short:
Life ek playlist hai – kabhi pop, kabhi rap, kabhi sad song. Tum skip nahi kar sakte, par har gaana apni jagah zaroori hai.
Aur irony yehi hai ki hum hamesha wohi gaana sunna chahte hain jo abhi play nahi ho raha. 🎶
Lyrics: The Great Irony
Those trapped in nine-to-five all day,
Dream of the road, to run away.
Backpacks, sunsets call their name,
Yet mark next year’s desk just the same.
The wanderer roaming with fleeting grace,
Wants steady bread, a stable place.
A bed to rest, a calm, full meal,
But life denies that simple feel.
The rich in towers of shining gold,
Crave raindrops, stories poor folks told.
They google "minimal ways to live,"
While peasants have what life won’t give.
The artist lost in a world of hue,
Wishes for suits and a job that’s due.
The banker trapped in his balance sheet,
Dreams of paint and colors sweet.
The mason builds the palace wall,
But lives where ceilings leak and fall.
The farmer feeds the world its bread,
Yet hungry lies on his own bed.
The tailor stitches the royal gown,
But wears torn cloth when night comes down.
The driver takes you place to place,
And walks back home with a weary face.
The teacher gives the light of mind,
Yet leaves respect and pay behind.
The doctor heals with endless fight,
But loses rest in his own night.
The soldier guarding the nation’s line,
Returns to debt his home confine.
The singer bathed in the crowd’s delight,
Cries alone in the dark of night.
Every heart wants what it can’t stay,
Every road bends the other way.
Life’s cruel music, both sharp and sweet,
Dreams unfinished, but pulses beat.
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