अपनी ताक़त तौल: गरीब की पीड़ा और मध्यम वर्ग के जीवन संघर्ष की कहानी

The poor and middle class of India know nothing except struggle. struggles. For bread for two times. For children’s education. Then for their wedding or marriage. Life passes away. Age does not matter in this struggle. When did it pass When did the ritual go away? In fact, when every sweet well of life turns upside down, when all the honey in the bowl of life gets drained, when the tip of your pen-needle breaks before any creative activity, then the real struggle begins.

The one who comes face to face with this struggle everyday, that is the real struggling life. Phoenix is ​​remembered on this struggling life. Phoenix rising again from its own ashes. History tells that the breed identifying itself with Phoenix (Kaknus) named itself Phoenician. Kaknus is born again and again from his ashes.

Cuckoos is the name of a mythical bird with a large, long beak.

The race of humans who recognized their power to pass through destruction (Mountain of Sorrows), associated their name with Kakanus who dies in water and is born again from his own ashes. This phoenix is ​​related to the worship of the sun. The Sun that sets and rises daily, and the Phoenicians, whose place of origin is not yet known to history, although their relations are found with Summer and India. He always worshiped the sun.

On was a name for the sun, so when the Phoenicians discovered the new land in Europe, they named it El-on-don, which is London today.

When the Twelve Tribes of Israel were scattered, some of them seem to have been joined by the Phoenicians, since the word Eng has its roots in the Hebrew language. The symbol of the Joseph clan was the bull. The Hebrew word for ox is angle. The newly discovered land was named by them as Angle-land, which is England today. Here these thoughts have only so much relation with history that it seems very personal and familiar to connect every struggling person with that breed Phoenix. We can call the Phoenicians breed in our language as the Kakanusi breed.

Actually, the cockerel is the name of an imaginary bird with a large, long beak. There are small holes in its beak. It is said that the cockerel bird is as tall and wide as an eagle. Its wings are bright, crimson and golden. There is music in its tone, and it is always the same, alone. Its age is at least five hundred years.

When a cucumber burns to ashes, a new cucumber is born out of its ashes.

Some historians tell its age as one thousand four hundred years. When the age is left, it collects the twigs of fragrant trees and makes a nest, and sits in it and sings. Then sparks come out of the holes in its beak. These sparks become fire by mixing with the wood gathered there and it burns in it along with the nest. A new cockroach is born out of its ashes. One who collects all the fragrant ashes goes towards the temple of the sun, and he offers the ashes in front of the sun.

Some historians describe its death in such a way that when it senses the coming of the last time of life, it itself flies to the temple of the sun and sits in the fire of worship. When it burns to ashes, a new cockroach is born out of its ashes. In the ancient history of Egypt, the house of this bird is told where the sun rises. That’s why historians consider the origin of this bird to be Arab or Hindustan.

More of Hindustan, because the branches of fragrant trees connect with the land of Hindustan.

A Latin poet has associated Caconus with the Roman state. Some clergy relate it to the story of Christ’s death and resurrection, and some to the birth of Christ born of a virgin mother, but we can relate it to the existence of every truly struggling person. Whether it belongs to any country, whether it belongs to any century. All the true writers of the world seem to be of Kakanusi breed. Burning in the fire of creative action and then being born as a creation out of its own ashes.

Today’s leaders and their parties do not see this reality of the poor, oppressed, farmers and every struggling person. Because they are completely ignorant of this struggle. Don’t know why, these leaders see this struggle only when elections come. Not before this. Not after this. May be there is some shortcoming of ours in this too! Because we do not know the value of our vote. This has been happening for years – they make us attractive promises during elections.

We do not even know the value of our vote.

We accept that lie as truth. They announce free revelries, we consider those momentary conveniences as the belt of immortality. This is our weakness and their strength. Until we convert our weakness into strength, politicians will continue to loot us and political parties will continue to make an emotional mockery of our innocence. Well, if not till now, then right now, we should elect only true and honest people as our representatives. So that if not in our own life, then a true, disciplined tradition can reach the coming generations!