Become A Monster - Johann Libert

Maine hamesha yahi dekha hai... is duniya ko kisi masiha ki zaroorat nahi hoti. Masiha toh bas ek jhoothi umeed hai, jo kamzor log khud ko tasalli dene ke liye banate hain. Asal mein, is jhoothi aur dhong se bhari duniya ko meri tarah ek danav ki zaroorat hoti hai... ek Monster ki. Tumhare aas-paas ke log, ye khokhla samaj... maine in sabko bohot kareeb se padha hai. Ye hamesha yahi chahenge ki tum shant raho. Jhuk kar chalo. Sabki nazron mein ek 'achhe insaan' ban kar raho. Wo kehte hain ki apni hasti ko itna mita do ki kisi ko tumhari maujudgi se khatra mehsoos na ho. Wo chahte hain ki tum is badi si duniya ke kisi chote se kamre mein ek kone mein simat jao. Wo ise 'nek' hona kehte hain... par meri aankhon mein dekh kar batao, kya tum sach mein nek ho? Ya bas ek shikaar ho, jo chupchaap apne kismat ka intezar kar raha hai? Tum yahan shikaar banne ke liye toh nahi aaye the. Zara shanti se socho. Kisne tumhare dimaag mein ye zeher ghol diya ki lachar aur harmless hona hi achhai hai? Aur sabse hairat ki baat toh ye hai ki tumne is par yakeen bhi kar liya. Jo kutta kaatna bhool chuka ho, wo wafadar nahi hota, wo bas apni fitrat bhool chuka hota hai. Uski aankhon mein ab aag nahi, sirf darr hota hai. Aur aisi lachar, khokhli cheezon ko har roz tab tak kuchla jata hai, jab tak unhe khud ye yaad nahi rehta ki ek waqt par unke paas bhi daant the. Tumhare paas abhi bhi daant hain. Tumne bas unhe chhipa liya hai, kyunki is dhong se bhari duniya ne tumhe sikhaya ki unhe dikhana 'galat' hai. Haqeeqat toh ye hai ki... tumhare andar is waqt, is pal, ek aisi cheez zinda hai jise main bohot achhi tarah pehchanta hoon. Ek aisi cheez jo in aam logo ki tarah sukoon, suraksha ya thodi si wah-wahi ki bheekh nahi maangti. Wo bas jeetna chahti hai. Itni shiddat se, ki tumhari is jhoothi, surakshit aur maafi maangne wali chhoti si duniya ko khushi-khushi raakh kar de... bas apne maqsad tak pohanchne ke liye. Aur wo cheez buri nahi hai. Usse sharminda hone ki zaroorat nahi. Duniya tumhe sikhatee hai ki us hisse ko daba do, use khokhli baaton mein uljha do. Par har baar jab tum kisi aur ki shanti ke liye apne us hisse ka gala ghont-te ho... tum andar se thode aur mar jate ho. Tumhara wajood thode aur chhota ho jata hai. Audio Credit: Original Creator / Respective Owner This audio is used under Fair Use for educational, commentary, and transformative purposes. No copyright infringement intended. All rights belong to the original owner.